Facing Ling Jing's vigorous blow, Tian Boguang remained calm. He turned his arm slightly and struck out with the short knife in his hand. With a "buzzing" sound, he blocked Ling Jing's attack with one blow.
And after the blow, Tian Boguang immediately turned from defense to offense, which immediately made Ling Jing feel the pressure doubled.
Ling Jing's heart slowly sank. As the two of them used more and more moves, Tian Boguang's moves were faster than the other. At first, he could barely resist with the "Thirteen Quick Sword Styles", but
After all, his internal strength was not as good as that of his opponent. This superior swordsmanship could only exert 70% of its power at most, and gradually, it finally gave out.
The two exchanged another four or five moves, but only one of them was Ling Jing's strong attack. The other moves were forced to be on the defensive. At this time, Tian Boguang caught his flaw and suddenly struck him in the left rib with a knife.
Ling Jing's body trembled slightly, and the severe pain made him take a breath in his heart. Moreover, the ribs are a vital part of a person's body. Tian Boguang was obviously merciful with this stab, otherwise he would have been seriously injured.
But even so, he was still broken into a cold sweat. It had only been six moves and he had already been hit for the second time. If he continued to be hit, he was afraid that he would become the second Linghu Chong.
In an instant, he was filled with distracting thoughts, and the sword moves in his hand were also messed up. After three moves, he was struck by Tian Boguang again.
Ling Jing groaned and screamed in his heart that it was bad. He knew that his mood was in chaos now. If he continued like this, he was afraid that he would be subdued by Tian Boguang within ten moves.
But the sound of the system kept echoing in his ears like a magic sound, and the words "Erase the host" sent shivers down his spine.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to put aside his distracting thoughts. If he really lost to Tian Boguang this time, his life would really be over. Even if Tian Boguang didn't want to kill him, the system would directly kill him.
Erase it.
He was desperate to fight against the odds. In this situation, he slowly adjusted his state of mind to the state of "forgetting both things and myself". He stabbed the long sword in his hand several times, and each move was methodical, and the power was actually even higher than before.
.
While Tian Boguang drew his sword, he was amazed in his heart. At first, he saw that Brother Ling was in a state of confusion after he was injured. His sword moves were chaotic, so he felt contempt in his heart. He just thought that the other party was young and ignorant after all.
, this small setback has already made him feel discouraged, and he really can't keep calm.
But he didn't expect that in just a few breaths, the young man had recovered and made vigorous efforts. There was no trace of panic on his face, and the power of his swordsmanship increased sharply.
"What a genius!"
Tian Boguang admired in his heart, but the knife in his hand did not stop, and the speed of drawing the knife was actually two minutes faster than before.
Seeing Tian Boguang gradually becoming serious, Ling Jing smiled bitterly in his heart. When he was not serious, he was no match. Now that the opponent's sword skills are becoming more and more fierce, how can this be a good thing?
In a moment, the two of them fired more than ten moves in a row. Although Ling Jing's state of mind improved greatly and the power of his swordsmanship was even greater than before, he was still a little unable to face a first-class master like Tian Boguang, who was at the peak of the third level. In this moment, his body was full of
Add a few stab wounds.
Linghu Chong and Yi Lin looked on with anxious expressions. What Linghu Chong didn't expect was that Tian Boguang actually retained so much strength when he was fighting with him. If Ling Jing at this time were replaced by himself, he would probably
He will be defeated within thirty moves.
But seeing more and more stab wounds on Ling Jing's body, although Tian Boguang deliberately avoided his vital points, the seriousness of the injuries cannot be lied. Ling Jing was covered in blood, staggering, and his face gradually turned pale.
There were probably more than a dozen wounds in total. If this continued, he would be bleeding to death just by bleeding.
Linghu Chong and Yilin were worried and anxious, wishing to go up and rescue Ling Jing immediately. However, as soon as the two of them took action, Ling Jing looked at them coldly, without any emotion in his eyes, and let them
Suddenly I didn't dare to take any more action.
Ling Jing's whole body was covered in blood, and there was a pool of blood dripping beside him. Due to excessive blood loss, his face was as pale as paper.
He was complaining endlessly in his heart. Normally, if a normal person loses more than 30% of his body's blood, his life would be in danger. Now his whole body was stained red with blood, and his gown was stained with blood and water stuck to his skin, and his breathing gradually became a little difficult.
It was so difficult that even his eyes began to blur.
Ling Jing knew that his blood loss had reached the critical point of his body. If he continued to fight like this, he was afraid that he would lose too much blood and die before Tian Boguang took his life.
His thoughts had become a little sluggish, and he knew that this was a sign of excessive blood loss. If he waited a little longer, he would probably pass out directly.
However, the sound of the system kept lingering in his mind. He barely blocked Tian Boguang's knife, but when the other party used the second knife, he was unable to resist anymore. In the blink of an eye, he was hit by another knife on his shoulder.
Blood flowed out like a stream, and his consciousness gradually began to blur. He only felt that his body became heavier and heavier, and he could no longer support it. But on the contrary, his thoughts became more and more erratic, as if he could drift away in the blink of an eye.
To the cloud.
"boom!"
Ling Jing felt like the world was spinning, and he fell down on his back.
"I lost..." He lamented desperately in his heart, but the moment his body touched the ground, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind. He managed to lift his right foot and gently moved it back.
I no longer have the strength to move.
Seeing Ling Jing injured and falling to the ground, Yi Lin suddenly covered her mouth and said "Ah", then hurriedly jumped forward, tapped Ling Jing several times to help him stop the bleeding, and then asked eagerly: "Junior Brother Ling,
How are you doing?"
Linghu Chong, who was beside him, was also worried. However, his injuries were not much lighter than Ling Jing's. He just stood up and sat up, ready to run over, but his body was so weak that he immediately fell down and sat down again. His chest was rising and falling violently.
The simple act of getting up seemed to exhaust all the strength in the body.
Linghu Chong suddenly raised his head and looked at Tian Boguang hatefully, saying: "Tian Boguang, my junior brother is still young, why do you have to be so vicious?"
He had always called Tian Boguang brother Tian, but this time he was so angry that he actually called him by his first name.
Tian Boguang suddenly laughed and stood up, saying: "Brother Linghu, please be patient. Brother Ling is a young and talented young man who is quite popular with Tian. How could I hurt his life? Brother Linghu, please rest assured, Tian will take action."
Be careful, Brother Ling just lost too much blood now, if the wound is bandaged in time, there won't be any danger to his life."
Hearing what he said, Linghu Chong and Yilin immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Although Tian Boguang had a bad reputation, he was a man who kept his word. Since he said this, there should be no lies.
At this time, Tian Boguang smiled at Ling Jing who was lying on the ground and said: "Brother Ling, you are ranked second in the world while sitting down, but you don't know where you are when you are crawling?"
Ling Jing looked at Tian Boguang, who was standing upright, and suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Brother Tian, you lose."
Tian Boguang glanced at him and said with a smile: "Brother Ling, it's you who is lying on the ground now. How can I lose?"
Although his face was pale due to excessive blood loss, Ling Jing's face was indescribably full of energy at this moment. Coupled with his handsome face that couldn't find any flaws, it actually revealed a strange charm.
Yi Lin looked at him from the side, with a blush rising involuntarily on her face. She thought to herself, how could there be such a good-looking man in this world? Moreover, he was so severely injured at this time, but he could still talk and laugh calmly. Really?
Hero's Tight.
Ling Jing didn't notice Yi Lin's subtle changes, and immediately laughed, bumped his right foot slightly, and said, "Brother Tian, do you still remember what we agreed before?"
Tian Boguang said: "We have agreed to sit down and fight. Who will get up from the chair first... then... then... then..." He said the word "then" three times in a row, and couldn't say any more, pointing with his left hand.
Ling Jing.
Ling Jing's right foot was still hanging on the chair he was sitting on before, but he himself was so proud that when he stood up and laughed, his body had already left the chair underneath him.
