The battle between Lin Chenxing and the man in black was about to break out, without the slightest nonsense!

When it comes to life and death, it's all about killing your opponents!

The two of them didn't talk nonsense, and it was impossible for anyone to be stupid!

The classic text bubble attack is also unique in the virtual battlefield.

Besides, Lin Chenxing's "Thirteen Styles of Splitting Wind", how do you ask him to report it?

At the same time that Lin Chenxing's sword stabbed straight into the heart of the black-clothed masked person, the other party also cut his neck with a knife!

As soon as they fought, the two put on a posture of ending up together.

"Not good! Brother Lin, he ......."

Seeing this, the few people who had been following Lin Chenxing suddenly screamed. I really didn't expect these two people to be so ferocious as soon as they got started!

If Lin Chenxing folded here, it would not be easy for the few of them.

In the short time just now, several of them had already seen Lin Chenxing's strength. If there is such a big help in the next breakthrough process, it will be good.

Wang Qingya was even more anxious when she saw this, but there was also an enemy entangled in her hands, and she couldn't come forward to help for a while.

Besides, Lin Chenxing was also speechless at this time! He didn't think that he would die with the other party as soon as he came up!

It's just that he doesn't fight many times with people, and after all, this kind of way to attack the enemy is the most direct and efficient!

So at this time, I made it easy, but I didn't think about it, and the opposite side was the same number of roads as myself.

Although I looked at the opponent's weapons and movements before, I basically determined that this person's fighting style was similar to my own, but who knew that this would even be the same way out of the gloves!

However, at this time, Lin Chenxing was no longer Wuxia Ameng, and although he was not rich in combat experience, he would not have the means to deal with it.

didn't play that set of bets, and in the end, who would stop the defense first, Lin Chenxing's sword stabbed straight forward followed the drive of his arm, changing from a straight stab to a block.

"Bell!"

The gold and iron struck, and he suddenly felt a force transmitted along with the long sword, which shook his palms slightly.

Obviously, the person on the other side is not much different from him in strength, but he is slightly better than himself.

As soon as the sword was touched, Lin Chenxing unfolded the "Falling Leaves with the Wind" body technique, and attacked the black-clothed masked man with a sword again.

This time, it is not a simple basic sword move, but the first move of "Thirteen Styles of Splitting Wind".

Seeing this, the other party did not retreat, his footsteps slipped and raised his knife to greet him, and for a while, the two of them were peaceful, and no one could help anyone.

Wang Qingya and the others not far away saw that Lin Chenxing had stabilized the situation, and they were also a little relieved, and turned to concentrate on dealing with the enemies around them.

There are no masters among the black-clothed masked people who are besieging them, but they can't stand the crowd!

There are no AOE range martial arts here, at least they don't have them in the refining realm, so they can only slash with a sword.

Just when Lin Chenxing and the others were in a bitter battle, in the other direction, Yan Feng, Lin Qinghua and Hu Zhuo were in an even worse situation than them.

At this time, Yan Feng and the other three were standing back to back, surrounded by no less than thirty or forty black-clothed masked people, but these people were just simply in a circle, and there were other people who attacked!

It was the other six warriors who were also dressed in black and masked, two of them wielding swords, three wielding swords, and the remaining one was wearing black iron fists on his hands, and there were spikes on the fists, which made people shudder.

"Lao Zhang, how are you? Can it still hold on? ”

Yan Feng first glanced at Mu Lianshan, who was lying in the distance and was already dead, and then asked Lin Qinghua behind him in a low voice.

"Phew, I can't die! But I'm afraid my brothers have to explain here today! I just don't know where these eight lambs came from! It's fucking ruthless! ”

Zhang Qinghua slammed the long knife in his hand, spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and said fiercely.

His chest was a blur of flesh and blood, and he could faintly see several blood holes bubbling out. This was left by the other party's black-clothed man who practiced boxing before.

"Damn, I don't know who I planted it in when I'm dead, it's a wretch!"

Hu Zhuo also said hatefully, his condition was not very good, and he held an eyebrow-level iron rod tightly in both hands.

The left hand trembled slightly, but it was a foot-long wound that ran from the shoulder to the elbow. Fortunately, the wound was not very deep, otherwise the arm would have been scrapped.

Yan Feng was a little silent when he heard this, the situation at this time was indeed very bad!

Not counting the others here, just say that the six people besieging them in front of them are an insurmountable mountain.

These six people are all masters of dark energy, and five of them have similar strength, but the strength of the person who uses fists like him is even higher than himself, and he is almost about to reach the peak of dark energy.

The four strongest people in his entourage this time, Mu Lianshan had already taken the first step, and the remaining three, including himself, were all injured.

As for the other Dark Warriors in the team, they were also besieged everywhere.

The other party seems to know the situation of the convoy very well, and takes special care of all the dark strength martial artists, and does not seem to attach great importance to those ordinary bright strength martial artists.

There is an unusual weirdness to all of this.

After a quick weigh, seeing that it was hopeless to escape, Yan Feng said with a somewhat miserable face: "Yes, what a fucking bag!" These damn bastards! ”

The six black-clothed masked men saw Yan Feng and the three of them talking to each other, and even verbally insulted the six of them, but they were all silent, just standing quietly in place, besieging the three of them.

The fierce beast's counterattack before dying is the most ferocious, how can they, as old rivers and lakes, not understand this principle!

Since the other party has been seriously injured, they are happy that the other party will not attack again.

A cautious old hunter will always wait until the wounded beast has shed its last drop of blood and lost its last counterattack strength before stepping forward to harvest its prey!

On the other side, the battle between Lin Chenxing and the black-clothed masked man who wielded the sword also reached the most intense and dangerous stage.

Both of them have been painted on their bodies.

A knife mark on Lin Chenxing's chest was cut from the left chest to the right rib, and the turned flesh could be faintly seen in the middle of the crack in his clothes, which looked extremely hideous and terrifying.

At that time, if he hadn't retreated with all his might, this knife would have cut him in half.

However, the other party was not comfortable, and a transparent hole in his left shoulder was bubbling with blood.

Lin Chenxing's sword was originally aimed at the other party's heart, but unfortunately it was barely dodged by the other party.

At this time, the two retreated, about two feet apart, both staring at each other vigilantly, and neither of them acted rashly.

After a previous fight, both of them already knew that the other party was not easy to match. The two of them have similar fighting styles, their strength is almost the same, and the difference in martial arts seems to be not too big.

It is this kind of opponent who is equal in strength that fights the most tragic and thrilling!

Perhaps, a tiny flaw will be caught by the other party, and then fall into the disadvantage, and then die under the opponent's sword, and then die! Never again!