Le'er's eyes turned cold, and she finally moved, rushing towards the left——
The spears all flew back under Leer's call. Leer couldn't see who the spears would hit, so it didn't matter. They were all enemies anyway.
The fists smashed the faces of several artistic conception level masters who were blocking the way without mercy.
Leer saw the pink sword light.
She waited, and she believed that even if no one else could find anyone else's place in this darkness, there would be at least one person who could do it, cruel and gentle.
Under the cruel and gentle battle clothes, blood kept flowing, flowing through the boots and falling to the ground.
What she walked was a bloody road.
Her sword is still swinging.
But the speed had slowed down a lot, and her face was so pale that there was almost no blood.
But she's still walking.
When he saw Le'er, Cruel Wenwen suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground, but he still supported the ground with his left hand and persisted in trying to get up.
Le'er rushed over and hugged Can Wenwen, who was covered in blood. "What's going on?"
"Encountered a chessboard."
Le'er clenched her fists tightly and had no time to contend with the people who were still besieging her. She just held cruelty and gentleness and unleashed a bloody storm with one hand——
In an instant, all the attacking spears were shot back.
Inside and outside the field of vision, everyone who was shot screamed in agony. Not many were killed, but many were seriously injured.
Outside the dark area, Le'er couldn't be sure, so he just guessed and hit back to hurt people.
For a moment, the enemies in the darkness were injured too much, and the people behind them were not able to step forward, so no enemy attacks appeared for a while.
Le'er lifted up Cruel Gentle's battle clothes, glanced at the breasts on her chest, and after sending a burst of energy to detect it, she knew that Cruel Gentle had lost a lot of blood, and it was a miracle that she could still hold on until this point. Under normal circumstances, it would have been a long time ago.
Already dead. "Have you killed them?"
The cruel and gentle man whose face was covered with scars nodded slightly, and his voice was very soft. The update was quick and the pop-up window was pure-text\"Kill."
"Okay! As expected of my Leer's woman, well done!" Leer hugged her cruelly and tenderly, knowing that she could no longer be saved.
The cruel and gentle sword was still in her hand. She tried her best to move the sword and draw lines of different lengths on the ground...
Before she finished painting, Le'er had lowered her head and kissed her injured red lips.
A group of artistic conception level masters who came into view felt a little weird and uncomfortable...
The sword in the cruel and gentle hand was silent.
Her eyes were still open, and she looked as if she were alive.
When Le'er's lips left the cruel and gentle feeling, he took off her battle clothes and at the same time, poured in his inner strength and shattered her body with one punch. "Even if my woman dies, she cannot be trampled by the enemy."
Le'er didn't care at all about the enemies within his field of vision.
She put away the sword left behind by cruelty and gentleness, and she had already memorized the lines of different lengths on the ground at a glance.
That is the ultimate goal of being cruel and gentle in dragging such a body and persevering.
The direction of the line is what she knows about the location of other people, the length of the line represents distance, and the thickness of the line represents priority.
Le'er began to move, moving towards the direction where the line was the second thickest and the distance was moderate. That line represented Rong'er. The thickest line must be Yue'er, but judging from the length of the line, the distance was too far.
Based on the calculation of the time covered by darkness, Le'er speculated that Yue'er could not hold on until now, and it would be of no use if she went there. On the contrary, Rong'er, who might still be able to hold on now, needed the most help for rescue.
While running, a figure appeared in Leer's sight.
That's a man.
This man is none other than a passing dragonfly.
The dark age is coming, and he is forced to participate in this battle, but he is not willing to participate in the war at all. If he cannot be the first, it is better for him to leave the world.
Especially now, the skills of flying knives are still there, but the skills of flying knives are still there, but the inner strength and mental skills are different, and the added ultimate attribute value is not as perfect as in the past. Of course, flying knives are not in their most perfect state.
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But he had to come. He couldn't think of a reason to go to the dark prison to refuse, nor could he think of a reason to refuse. The future of the people and his own future all depended on whether all the public enemies could be eliminated.
A piece of spear shot Leer.
Leer fired the spear and flew towards the passing dragonfly.
She knew that this person's artistic conception was very high.
When the spears intertwined and closed, they flew towards the passing dragonfly——
His hand moved, and a flying knife shot out from his hand!
This is not a perfect flying knife. At this moment, he can no longer shoot the most perfect flying knife.
But he felt that killing was enough.
At the last moment when the wall of spears closed together, there was a gap, and the flying knife flew through the gap in time!
Shoot towards Leer's throat.
However, before the flying knife passed through the gap, Leer had already lowered his body slightly.
When the flying knife came, Leer opened his mouth and bit it.
Suddenly activated the special effects of the God of Heaven and Earth, and caught up with the wall created by the spears.
With both palms withdrawing, dozens of guns suddenly turned into meteors shooting from all directions——
The dragonfly passing by was surprised to see Leer's face after the wall in front of him flew away.
He hurriedly backed away to avoid Leer's fist that he could swing at any time.
He flew back quickly——
His feet were off the ground in the void, but Leer once again activated the special effects of the God of Heaven and Earth, and in the blink of an eye, he caught up to him.
The passing dragonfly moved its hands quickly, and when two flying knives were about to shoot towards Leer's shoulders, a cold light came out of Leer's mouth——
It was a throwing knife, his own throwing knife.
The passing dragonfly, who was in the void with his hands already moving, had no chance of dodge or catch the sword.
The flying knife pierced his throat, and his hurried hands had no power...
He fell to the ground.
Watching Le'er running past him. "Playing with a hidden weapon in front of me, Le'er? You're looking for death! Even if I'm jealous, I won't dare to play with her flying needle in front of me, Le'er!"
He actually died under his own flying knife?
Jianghu Lu has said more than once that in close combat, Leer is the most lethal person, and at the same time, he is the least likely person in Jianghu to be killed by a hidden weapon.
At this moment, the passing dragonfly believed it.
A large piece of Li's face was already broken.
His hands were trembling involuntarily, not because of fear, but because his energy was exhausted.
Looking at the frightened faces of the surrounding enemies, he smiled.
Laughing at the people around him, they were a bunch of idiots. He had already exhausted his energy, but these cowards were still too scared to step forward.
At this time, there were voices from people outside.
Their communication has always relied on word of mouth and shouting.
The three-foot range spreads and spreads.
"Xia Hongyu is dead!"
"Xia Hongyu is dead!"
When it reached the ears of the people around Li, those enemies, like everyone else, continued to shout and spread the message to the people three feet around. Those who heard it continued to shout and passed it on...
Li listened to the news and smiled brightly. "That woman, lie down before me! It's almost the same. I've reached my limit. You scum will soon be trembling under my Li sword. Lie down."
Down!"
The sharp sword suddenly swung.
The surrounding enemies involuntarily took half a step back.
But this time, Li's sword cut his own throat.
After six days and six nights, his energy has bottomed out, exhausted, his fighting power is no longer there, and he has reached his limit...
The sword was being swung, but it had lost its power and accuracy.
Yuan Chaonian was no longer able to wield the spear in his left hand.
The surrounding enemies were fighting and fighting, but they still didn't dare to step forward.
He was like a god of war. In the hearts of the surrounding enemies, many people had died under his sword and spear during the six days and six nights of fighting.
However, Yuan Chaonian's face, which was always calm and composed, showed no emotional changes, as if he was never tired.
Yuan Chaonian still had internal strength, but he had lost a lot of blood, but his armor covered a wider area, and the blood flowed inside, so the enemies around him couldn't see it at all. He deliberately wrapped the cloak around his neck to prevent others from seeing it.
His neck was bleeding all the time, with cracked wounds that had no chance of healing. During battle, Yuan Chaonian was good at how to cleverly boost morale and weaken the enemy's fighting spirit. But at this moment, he no longer had the need.
In Yuan Chaonian's memory, he had never experienced such a fight.
One person continued to fight for six days and six nights.
He felt very happy. In such a battle, he realized his limits that he had never thought of before.
Within the field of vision, an artistic conception level master walked out.
When Yuan Chaonian saw this man, he knew that his end had come, because this man was not an Amon, but a master who knew how to fight. In the fairy world, they had led troops to fight against demons together. Later, this man went to the Holy Land of Righteousness. "I will fall by your sword."
It's not bad." Yuan Chaonian smiled brightly.
The man shook his head slightly. "You deserve to die under your own sword. In fact, you were wronged and you really didn't do anything. Maybe your only mistake was that you shouldn't have joined the Justice League."
"You are wrong. This is the most correct choice I have made in my life. Do you know what is the difference between the arena and the battlefield?" Yuan Chaonian asked with a smile, and the man shook his head truthfully. "They are all battles, there is no difference."
"Yes, the battlefield requires discipline and cooperation. Personal heroism is a taboo on the battlefield. Jianghu is different. Jianghu is a place where one explores one's limits and continuously improves one's ultimate strength. I am very glad that I chose the Justice League, so I can meet you today.
It turns out that the limit of my strength has reached a level that was unimaginable in the past." Yuan Chaonian raised his sword and stabbed his heart with his backhand. The pain made him smile even more happily. "I like Jianghu and the Dark Ages.
When it ends, I will still be in Jianghu and the Zixiao Sword Sect."
The spear supported the ground and Yuan Chaonian's body.
His head did not hang down and his body remained upright.
The man sighed, full of sighs. Yes, warriors on the battlefield will not let themselves fall until death, especially a commander. A commander who stands until death can also inspire morale and pass on the spirit. (To be continued.
