Le Jin didn't dare to rush forward, just not far away, talking to He Yan.

In order to abolish Qin Lang, Le Jin and Zhang Liao gave up their pride again and again this time.

If Qin Lang died, it would be a hundred, and it would be good to block the mouths of the people. But in the current situation, Lejin can't predict how it will develop next.

He Yan had too much to take into account, and if Le Jin and the others really wanted to forcibly take Qin Lang away, he was helpless. Just thinking about buying a little more time for Qin Lang, he had a bold expectation in his heart, that is, Qin Lang would not fall so easily.

Just as he was about to say something, a hand grabbed the corner of his coat.

"Ayan, you can't interfere. ”

The familiar and weak voice made He Yan immediately squat down.

"Asu, how are you?"

Qin Lang shook his head and said, "I can still hold on." It's just that this matter can't affect you, as well as the other brothers of Jiuyao. ”

He Yan understood and stepped aside. When Qin Lang woke up, he could only protect this part.

Qin Lang leaned close to the dragon, using its body, and barely stood up.

His face was pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"You want me to go with you?"

"Boy, don't be hard-mouthed. Could it be that you still want to fight with us again?" Nanhua looked at Qin Lang with contempt, with his appearance, there was no need to worry at all.

Qin Lang laughed and said, "What, afraid of me?" He glanced at Zhang Liao, who was lying on the ground, as weak as him, and it seemed that the situation was even worse than him.

It's to be afraid.

In the fight just now, at first Qin Lang and Zhang Liao went head-to-head, and Zhang Liao was subject to Qin Lang everywhere. And Lejin is controlled by the dragon and can't reach out to help.

If Nanhua hadn't appeared, at that time, Zhang Liao would have died at the hands of Qin Lang. Although the appearance of Nanhua has changed the whole situation, the dragon can't defeat him, but he can also deal with him for a while.

In this way, Qin Lang and Zhang Liao Lejin confronted each other. In the end, Zhang Liao almost died.

Looking back, no one knows whether Qin Lang, who looks so weak at the moment, will have other hole cards.

Seeing that the three of them were silent, Qin Lang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

His performance just now is really deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Just right, you can buy yourself time and take a breath.

Lejin doesn't plan to give up, I'm afraid I'll have to fight hard.

Lejin and Nanhua are both more experienced than Qin Lang, and it didn't take long for them to react, Qin Lang said this just to delay time.

"Young Master Lang, I have to offend again. "I won't give him any respite.

Nanhua Le in and out at the same time. The giant dragon blocked Nanhua for Qin Lang, but at this time, he was so weak, under the attack of Lejin, the Kunwu knife could be blocked.

Through the force transmitted to his body by the blade, blood flowed from the corners of Qin Lang's mouth. Seeing this, Le Jin's attacks became more and more frequent, and they became more and more violent, shocking Qin Lang a few steps back, and with a whoop, he vomited a blood-red out.

The dragon roared with a little sadness. Quickly getting rid of Nanhua, the dragon's tail wrapped around Qin Lang and flew straight towards the sky. But he let go of Qin Lang halfway and let him fall down.

Immediately after, the giant dragon burrowed into Qin Lang's body.

The golden light made everyone below have to look away. If he hadn't known that the giant dragon was guarding Qin Lang, the moment Qin Lang was taken up to the sky by the dragon and fell down, He Yan's whole heart hung up, for fear that something would happen to Qin Lang.

His palms had deep nail marks and a faint stain of blood. A figure fell to the ground with the light on the ground, and then slowly walked out.

For some reason, Nanhua had a bad premonition. No one thought that the giant dragon would enter Qin Lang's body, and the human and dragon would become one.

"Nanhua Shangxian, how about fighting with me?"

Kunwu Dao pointed at Nanhua, Qin Lang raised his head slightly, with a hint of arrogance, with a bit of killing intent, with a bit of laughter. The giant dragon entered his body, and in just an instant, he felt that the limbs and bones were suddenly filled with infinite power, and with it, his original strength level had also increased a lot.

It's a pity that in order to reach the grandmaster level, chance is the most important, and strength is secondary. Without chance, if your strength reaches the level of a grandmaster, you may not be able to become a real grandmaster.

Nanhua's face was solemn, how many years of hard work had he had to make to reach his current level. And the young man in front of him, a fledgling, was about to catch up with him.

In addition to being depressed in his heart, he also strengthened his determination to get rid of Qin Lang. "Arrogant boy, since you are in a hurry to seek death, then I will get your wish. ”

Nanhua didn't talk nonsense, and directly fought with Qin Lang. is worthy of being an immortal, and in a few rounds, Qin Lang comprehended Nanhua's strength.

The broken arm has damaged a lot of his strength, but his years of experience are not comparable to Qin Lang. Every attack he attacked, every defense, seemed to be as accurate as if he could guess Qin Lang's move. After a while, Lejin also got involved.

Anyway, their purpose is to get rid of Qin Lang, two to one, they have done this once before, and they don't care about the second time. In Qin Lang's hand, the Kunwu knife danced like an elf, defusing the attacks of the two.

The improvement of strength has benefited Qin Lang a lot. This benefit is especially evident in combat. Nanhua was also secretly surprised, this Qin Lang was really extraordinary. Ordinary people, when they were about to step into the grandmaster level, were besieged by two masters, and they may not be able to deal with it so easily. What's more, one of them is still an immortal.

"It's not so easy to kill me, Nanhua Shangxian. In the last few words, Qin Lang deliberately accentuated the tone and laughed sarcastically.

Nanhua snorted coldly and glanced at Le Jin. Then, even more frantic attacks continued to attack Qin Lang.

The Kunwu knife was suddenly a little uncontrollable, which made Qin Lang startled, and he hurriedly clenched it tightly and retreated with strength. The blade shook more and more violently, until Qin Lang couldn't control it and came out of his hand. The Kungo sword spun in mid-air, then stopped there, and a unique roar of the weapon came out of it, and it spread for thousands of miles.

This is a cry of sorrow!

Everyone felt it, and their hearts could not help but grieve. Qin Lang, who was extremely familiar with the Kunwu Dao, could easily sense what was going on. He Yan saw the hatred in Qin Lang's eyes again, which was even better than when he sensed Zixuan jumping off the cliff before.

The Kunwu knife fell back into Qin Lang's hands. Qin Lang stroked the Kunwu knife, his fingers trembling at the moment.

Tears welled up in his eyes. He bit his lip tightly, the smell of blood filling his mouth. Since childhood, He Yan and Qin Lang have been together the longest, and it is rare to see him so sad for something. Sadness, hatred, and anger were intertwined, disturbing Qin Lang's mood. He didn't know at the moment what terrifying power he exuded.