A hopeless battle is the most desperate.

Now Ling Chen is in this kind of despair. If courage, perseverance, and guts can make up for all this, Ling Chen will definitely not be stingy. But the problem is that in the face of absolute strength, everything can be ignored.

Looking at the silent Ling Chen, the smile on Han Yu's face became even more proud, as if he had regained the feeling of being the focus of attention that day.

In everyone's eyes, Han Yu took steps and walked towards Ling Chen step by step, the tip of the Longquan Sword rubbed a faint spark on the ground, making a crisp clanging sound, echoing throughout the venue.

"Say, how do you want to die, this is the last choice you can make, I advise you to cherish it. ”

Hearing Han Yu's voice ringing in the ring, Qiu Yong and the others in the seat were ready to move, their eyes fixed on Han Yu, ready to rescue people at any time. On the side, Song Singer held the hilt of the sword, his eyes were sharp, and he was ready to go.

Ling Chen helped him at the beginning, but now that Ling Chen is in danger, he will never die without help.

"Han Yu. At this time, Zhou Qi, who was standing by the ring, said: "You have to be forgiving and forgiving, don't do some things too much." ”

Han Yu glanced back at Zhou Qi and said with a sneer: "Old Zhou, I don't need you to teach me to do things. ”

When the words fell, Han Yu's gaze fell on Ling Chen's body again, and his footsteps approached again.

Feeling the oncoming sense of oppression, Ling Chen tightened the longbow in his hand, and his flickering eyes gradually became firm and fearless.

Accustomed to seeing life and death, Ling Chen has long put life and death aside. He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid of dying too much. At this point, there is no other choice but to fight to the death.

In a flash of thought, Ling Chen, who had made up his mind, slowly raised his head, stared directly at Han Yu's cold gaze, and strode forward without the slightest intention of retreating.

"Hmph!" his actions fell into Han Yu's eyes, and immediately turned into a disdainful sneer.

"Can't wait to die? Okay, I'll fulfill you!"

In an instant, I saw the sword light burst out, and under the drive of Han Yu's wrist, the sharp Longquan sword rang out, and the sound of the sword whistle filled the audience, stabbing straight towards Ling Chen's neck.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was rapidly expanding in his pupils, Ling Chen tapped his toes, put the last sharp arrow on the bowstring with his hand, and rushed towards the Longquan Sword without retreating or evading.

What does he want to do?

Did he want to die?

Seeing this scene, everyone stood up from their seats and stared at Ling Chen intently, looking stunned.

At this time, the blade of the Longquan Sword was less than a foot away from Ling Chen's body, and its speed was so fast that it could penetrate Ling Chen's throat at any time. At such a close distance, even if Ling Chen wanted to, he couldn't dodge.

Suddenly, Ling Chen raised the longbow in his hand with one arm, and the bow pulled the full moon, pointing directly at Han Yu, with no fear in his inky pupils.

I see!

At this moment, everyone present understood Ling Chen's thoughts.

He knew that he was not Han Yu's opponent, and it would be difficult for him to get out of the ring alive, so he chose the most extreme approach.

Either you lose both, or you both end up.

At a distance of less than two meters, even if Han Yu's Longquan Sword pierced Ling Chen's body, he couldn't dodge the fatal blow of that sharp arrow.

Seeing Ling Chen rushing towards him from the front, the sneer on Han Yu's face suddenly froze. How could he not understand what others could understand. For a moment, there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

At stake for his own life, he didn't dare to gamble, that would be too risky. What's more, he has a great advantage, and he can completely tease Ling Chen to death, so there is no need to take such a risk.

Thinking of this, Han Yu's steps forward paused slightly, and he dodged and retreated to the side, avoiding Ling Chen's front.

I actually gave up!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Ling Chen had escaped the catastrophe for the time being.

I don't know when everyone began to worry about Ling Chen's safety. As for Han Yu, although the strength he showed was shocking, few people were willing to applaud him.

At this moment, Ling Chen stood in the center of the ring, motionless, his eyes following Han Yu's footsteps, constantly changing positions.

In contrast, Han Yu's was much more relaxed, wandering around Ling Chen. Suddenly, Han Yu, who was walking slowly, suddenly exerted his strength, like a gust of wind, and instantly approached Ling Chen.

Seeing the shaking figure in front of him, Ling Chen didn't think about it, and immediately aimed the arrow at the target. However, at this moment, the figure flickered sharply and disappeared in front of him. Before Ling Chen could react, a strong pain suddenly came from his arm.

He turned his head to look, and saw an extra sword mark on the arm of his left arm, and blood flowed out through the sleeve of his shirt.

Looking at Han Yu again, he had already appeared three meters away, his face was cold, and the corners of his mouth were playful.

"I wanted to end it directly, but since you want to play, then I'll accompany you to the end. After the words fell, Han Yu launched an offensive again and stepped forward.

Looking at Han Yu, who kept moving and changing directions, Ling Chen's heart sank, and there was a hint of urgency on his calm face. Han Yu's speed is fast, and his feet are nimble, and his movements are like the wind, whenever he locks in a good position, Han Yu has already appeared in the next position, and there is no way to predict his movements.

When Han Yu approached again, before Ling Chen could find the direction of the other party, he felt a pain in his right arm, and a bloody mark appeared in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye.

In less than two minutes, Ling Chen's body was already scarred and covered with blood. In the face of the ghostly Han Yu, Ling Chen did not have the slightest ability to resist, like fish on a chopping board, slaughtered by others.

Blood flowed down Ling Chen's arms and legs, dripping on the ring, eye-catching, dazzling, and heart-wrenching.

At this time, many people were reluctant to continue watching. In everyone's mind, this is already a battle without suspense.

"Han Yu, kill if you want to, is it interesting to do this?"

Han Yu glanced at the people who were talking in the stands, nodded and said, "Since everyone is impatient, let's stop here." After speaking, he turned his head to look at Ling Chen in the center of the ring, and said with a mocking smile: "Do you still have the strength to draw the bow?"

Ling Chen was silent, and a pale color appeared on his face because of excessive blood loss. Under the strong stinging pain of the wound, his hands and feet trembled slightly. Blood trickled through his fingertips, and even the grip of the longbow was stained red.

Seeing Han Yu walking towards Ling Chen step by step, Qiu Yong and the others in the seats stood up one after another.

If he doesn't make a move, Ling Chen will really die.

However, just as everyone was about to save Ling Chen from Han Yu's hands, a bright red cloth that was one meter wide flew out of nowhere and suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.

The piece of red cloth flew directly into the ring and passed through the center of Ling Chen and Han Yu, like a clear boundary, separating the two.

What's going on?

In the face of this sudden change, everyone was stunned, and their faces were full of doubts.