The situation is in crisis, and it can't be fought for a long time, Chen Weiming desperately broke through the encirclement with injuries, grabbed the dark knife and quickly retreated.

How could the Sword God and the others let go of such an opportunity, roared, and led many killer apprentices to chase after them. The night is gone, and that night can no longer affect everyone, and it is the right time.

The state of the body is uncomfortable, and the speed is naturally not as good as the whole body, even if there is a flying technique at this moment, it is only on par with many pursuers behind him.

The sword qi and sword rays were mixed with thunder and storms to kill from behind, and the Immortal Knife held the long knife and waved, and it was about to cut out the death blade.

"Don't make a move!" Chen Weiming said in a deep voice: "Believe me, I won't let you get hurt, you recover quickly, I can't hold on for long, I will hand it over to you in a while." ”

The Blade frowned, puzzled, but still restrained the attack.

At this moment, the Eye of Breaking Delusion and Preserving Truth was urged to the extreme, the energy flow around was all seen in the eyes, and the attack tracks behind it also appeared in Chen Weiming's heart one by one. The wings of the wind flickered, like a petrel in a storm, constantly dodging various attacks from behind.

The spiritual power was already extremely depleted, and it was even worse after being hit by a spiritual power attack from Xuan Gongzi, and it deteriorated sharply at this moment. The pain kept coming, and there was a feeling of trance, which was extremely uncomfortable.

The Stygian Knife raised his head and looked at Chen Weiming, who was flying with him, his brows furrowed. He could hear Chen Weiming's gasp like a bull at the moment, killers usually don't do this, he knew that this meant that the condition of Chen Weiming's body had deteriorated to an extremely terrifying level.

The pursuers behind him chased wildly, and there was no longer the calm of the killer, and his eyes were full of fanaticism.

Everyone had heard from the people in the stronghold, and the trials in the past were also cruel, a thousand people went in, less than a hundred people came out, and no one was sure that they would be one of the hundred people who survived.

Now the opportunity to go out is in front of you, kill the walker, and the trial is over. And the other party is obviously seriously injured, and his blood is difficult to support, such an opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how not to be excited.

After running wildly for nearly an hour, seeing that the true qi in the body of the Immortal Knife had recovered, Chen Weiming saw a cave on the main peak of the island in front of him, and immediately plunged into it.

"Help me block it!"

Throwing the sword at the entrance of the cave, and dropping this sentence, Chen Weiming rushed into the cave. The lack of mental strength made him have an unbearable headache, as if someone had split his head with an axe, and he was in pain.

In that state of confusion, there are many illusions, allowing him to see all kinds of strange things.

A demon beast with a body of scale armor and several heads. A monster that breathes the breath of darkness and has eight arms and four legs. A man of God with wings on his back and a halo of holiness......

Extremely weird, all kinds of mysteries, in the chaos, I saw the woman in green again, holding a long sword to break through the sky, the slender jade hand crushed the Shenxiao Heavenly Thunder, stepped on the world, reversed the world, and flew towards herself, her face was full of joy.

"Ahh

There were bursts of roars and screams of pain from the cave, and the injured beast was struggling, and the hearts of people like Rao is Mortal Knife couldn't help but shiver. He knew that the walker was in a bad condition, but he didn't know that it had deteriorated to this extent.

There was a gust of wind outside the cave, with an unnatural trill, and even if there was no trick to summon the wind, the Mortal Knife knew that the pursuers had arrived and surrounded the outside.

"Mortal Sword!" the sword god shouted outside, "There is not much to do in this battle, so why bother to be unhappy." The only thing we want to kill is the Walker. ”

"That's good!" Xuan Gongzi's voice also came: "You can leave, everything will be as if nothing happened." ”

Glancing back at the dark cave, the Mortal Knife looked solemn. He took a deep breath, turned his head, and walked out slowly, the corners of his mouth slowly curled, and he smiled evilly.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have covered my ears and stolen the bell! It's happened, it's happened, and you haven't won this battle yet!"

The long knife was raised, and the breath of death condensed.

"If you kill yourself, then it's no wonder you're going to die!"

With a wave of the sword god's hand, a sword light rose into the sky and slashed towards the sword.

"Carving insect skills, why bother to bluff people!" The dark knife slashed down, shattering the sword qi, and then looked at the sword god and sneered: "A waste who doesn't have any ability, if it weren't for the weapon that your eldest brother sent you, what are you." I've been convinced of your number one title for a long time, so do you want to verify it today. ”

"I've wanted to cut off your head for a long time!"

The sword god had a chill on his face, he was extremely talented, even if he didn't have a weapon in his hand, his strength with the Immortal Sword was also in the middle of the match. A talented person, he entered the Qi training period very early, and he got the ancient sword sent by his eldest brother, and his combat effectiveness was even more powerful, becoming the first.

Over the years, no one has been convinced, except for the Dark Knife. Every time they meet, it is inevitable that he will rely on his brother's help. He also wanted to cut off the head of the Immortal Knife for a long time, but unfortunately he never had the opportunity, but today is just right.

"Sword God!"

Seeing that the Sword God really wanted to fight alone with the Immortal Sword, Xuan Gongzi on the side immediately shouted to him: "If you want to prove your ability, there is an opportunity, why rush today." It matters to kill the Walker. ”

In the past, he wished that these two guys would fight to the death, but today is different. The primary enemy is the Walker, and the others can be put aside for the time being.

The sword god hesitated for a moment, but also felt that it should be so, and immediately looked at the Immortal Sword and said loudly: "If you want to compete with me, you will live through today first." Kill!"

With a loud shout, the murderous aura rushed to the sky, holding the ancient sword in the direction of the cave, and the others also showed their magical powers and killed the mortal sword.

"I ...... Why be afraid of death!"

The Dark Knife shouted violently, his breath soared to the sky, and the long knife was directed, and in front of the cave, he immediately fell into chaos.

Inside the cave, amid the crazy roar, Chen Weiming's spiritual power finally stopped deteriorating and began to recover rapidly. Thanks to Lao Ding's Pure Yuan Calming Skill, his mental power recovery speed in this state has increased nearly tenfold.

Two hours later, the pain subsided, and the confusion finally returned. Recalling the illusion he had seen before, Chen Weiming felt quite strange. Whether it is an illusion or an illusion, it comes from the mind of the person who casts it. Except for the woman in green, those monsters, monsters or something, he didn't know the origin of these things, and he was sure that he had never seen them, but why did they appear in his mind?

Thinking about it, he could only put it down, feeling the sound of the battle outside, Chen Weiming recovered wholeheartedly.

Another two hours passed, and when his true qi and spiritual power were fully recovered, Chen Weiming immediately got up and walked outside. As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the cave, I heard a loud noise, and I saw a figure rushing in.

Chen Weiming's hand was fast, he caught the man, and then looked closely, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the breath was weak, who was it not the Dark Knife.