Jiang Yao looked at Dao Lin coldly, a solemnity flashed in his eyes, in such a short period of time, was his trick seen through by the other party?

"How do you know?" Jiang Yao asked unwillingly.

Dowling said, "Isn't that easy? Because I know my own strength very well, I would never make such a stupid mistake, so you can only influence my judgment."

Jiang Yao smiled and nodded, he coughed lightly, and his chest, which had been stained red with blood, instantly returned to its original state, not to mention blood, and even his clothes showed no signs of damage.

Dowling lowered his head and looked at his left hand, there was no Blood Mist Knife in his hand at all, as if his attack just now was imaginary.

This time, without waiting for Dao Lin to study more, Jiang Yao attacked and killed again, and in desperation, Dao Lin had to try his best to parry.

This time, Dao Lin saw clearly the true speed of Jiang Yaoshi's display!

Originally! He had also been deceived before, and Jiang Yao's ability didn't seem to need to be urged by True Qi, so he could use it unscrupulously.

For a moment, Dowling fell into passivity, he didn't know if his attack on Jiang Yao was effective, and he didn't know if he had dodged his attack.

Even Jiang Yao's speed is fast and slow, sometimes he only accelerates suddenly at the most critical moment of the battle, and sometimes he brakes abruptly in a state of extreme speed, but Dowling can be sure that if it is a simple speed, Jiang Yao's ultimate speed is definitely not as fast as Dowling.

Shaken away by another sword, Dowling fell to the ground again, plowing the ground into a ravine.

He got up again and looked at Jiang Yao, he was thinking of countermeasures, he couldn't be beaten passively all the time, this was not his character.

Jiang Yao obviously wouldn't give Dao Lin this kind of opportunity, and when he saw Dao Lin get up again, he rushed over directly, his two hands were like two knives, and there was a piercing sound of breaking the air under the swing.

Dowling fought and retreated, and the knife cut blood wounds on his body one after another, and the blood stained his white clothes red, like plum blossoms in full bloom.

After being shocked again, Dao Lin actually closed his eyes directly, since the naked eye can't completely penetrate Jiang Yao's moves, then completely leave it to the combat instinct!

Dowling held the knife in both hands, and the stars and blood mist were lying in front of him, and whenever he noticed Jiang Yao approaching, he reacted instinctively.

Even so, Dowling still gradually lost the wind, and many wounds on his body were filled again, although the wounds were not deep, but those cuts were all concentrated near his heart and throat, which showed that Jiang Yao's strength in close combat was obviously stronger than Dowling.

Another hand knife attacked, the seemingly slow movement but hidden infinite danger, Dao Lin didn't know at what moment Jiang Yao's knife would suddenly accelerate, so he could only tense his nerves to sense every trace of air trembling, lest he be killed by one blow.

Jiang Yao smiled proudly, his eyes were still full of excitement, and every trace of blood on his blade seemed to bring him infinite pleasure.

Suddenly, Jiang Yao's uninterrupted offensive froze for a moment, he retracted his body sharply, and swung his sword around with an almost impossible strange movement, just blocking the sudden sword behind him.

….

Behind him, a black-robed man appeared, his entire face hidden under his hood, and in his hand he was holding a longsword with a cold light.

The person who came was Han Zimo, who had disappeared for a while.

Han Zimo's body exuded a strange aura, and Jiang Yao's instinct told him that this person was an extremely difficult character to deal with, but even so, Jiang Yao could still handle it with ease.

I saw that he suddenly fell to the ground like a beast, and the bones of his body twisted sharply, and in the next second, not only Han Zimo, but even Dao Lin was shocked, they saw the most incredible speed in their lives, and the most unpredictable knife technique.

In an instant, Han Zimo's ribs and shoulders were instantly broken open with eight hideous wounds, and he fell straight down like this.

And the skin and flesh on Dowling's limbs have been stirred to shreds, like ribs that have been chopped up for a while on the chopping board, and it is very appropriate to describe it as flesh and blood, ordinary people

It's really hard to imagine how many knives Dowling was hit in that short second just now.

"Hehehe...... It's so interesting, but that's the end of it." Jiang Yao licked his lips, he walked in front of Dao Lin first, and cut the knife at Dao Lin's throat.

At the moment when the hand knife was about to cut Dao Lin's throat, Jiang Yao's hand stopped in mid-air, because just now, there was a sudden shaking under his feet, although it was very slight, he still felt it.

Dowling took advantage of this opportunity to slam his hands on the ground, and then pushed hard, and his whole body slid into the distance against the ground.

Jiang Yao glanced at Dao Lin, he didn't chase it, but looked around vigilantly, the vibration just now made him sensitively aware of the danger.

Han Zimo stood up straight from the ground, the wounds on his body had healed, and he rushed towards Jiang Yao again with a flick of his wrist.

Dowling fell to the ground and watched the two fight together, his body was also recovering rapidly, he endured the pain and took out a gourd of divine water and poured it a few times, and took out an innocent pulp fruit and ate one, with the blessings of these two, his body recovered quickly, and it can be said that he is regenerating new meat at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Han Zimo was defeated by Jiang Yao, and after slashing and flying several times in a row, his speed also slowed down, although Han Zimo did not have the bottleneck of the realm after practicing "General Xuanming Gong", but he was at most a middle-grade god realm, and he was still much worse than Jiang Yao.

"Your opponent is me!" Dao Lin shouted violently and rushed directly towards Jiang Yao, and the hard black stone ground under his feet was trampled out of a crack by him.

Dao Lin and Han Zimo teamed up to fight against Jiang Yao, Jiang Yao was still at ease, his physical body may not be as strong as Dao Lin, but the illusion that could be released without relying on true qi became his most powerful means.

After a battle, Dao Lin and Han Zimo were seriously injured again, while Jiang Yao, on the other hand, only had a few scars on his body.

"If it weren't for you, I would have obtained the Condensation of Qi Thoughts, and I would be the most powerful ghost king, and the entire ghost tribe would be subjugated to my feet, it's you! You were the one who ruined my plans! You're damned!" Jiang Yao pointed at Dao Lin and roared angrily.

"What makes you feel amazing? Although it seems that you have the upper hand, if you are careful, you will find that my friend and I are not injured, and today I will teach you a lesson, physical strength is really strong!" Dowling said with a sneer.

"Really?" Suddenly, Jiang Yao's voice sounded in Daolin's ears, Daolin's pupils contracted violently, and Jiang Yao in the distance disappeared, replaced by the hand knife that was close at hand.

With a pop, the hand knife slammed into his chest, Dao Lin looked at him in a daze, Han Zimo, who was dressed in a black robe in front of him, took the hand knife for him, and the hand knife was Han Zimo's chest!

"Old Han !!"

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