Zhuo Yifan held the black dragon blade in his right hand, and the tiger's mouth had cracked, with bright red blood oozing out. As he read the novel, he rubbed his painful chest with his left hand, and said angrily: "I haven't lost yet! No.
I just asked you to kick me? If you have the ability, come again!"
Canglang was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed loudly: "Very good! I kind of like you now!"
"Bah! Don't say such disgusting things! If you like me to death, I would rather die. Men only like women!" Zhuo Yifan stared at Canglang with contempt and cursed back.
Cang Lang narrowed his eyes, but the cold light in his eyes became stronger, and he uttered three words: "Go to hell!" He waved his arm, and the soft sword in his hand swayed, with a crisp sound and a faint sound.
The sound of breaking through the air pierced towards Zhuo Yifan's chest.
Zhuo Yifan had suffered internal injuries, and the energy and blood in his body was churning in waves, and he didn't obey his orders at all. Seeing the Canglang's soft sword stabbing him, he hurriedly stepped back.[
But his speed was one point slower than Canglang's, and since he had been injured, his speed was greatly reduced. He took one step back, and Canglang took three steps forward. He saw that the software in Canglang's hand was about to penetrate.
In desperation, Zhuo Yifan had no choice but to do a sideways donkey roll!
He rolled hurriedly to the right several times on the ground. Although he looked very embarrassed, he narrowly dodged a sword attack.
However, he only dodged one sword. Seeing that the sword failed, Canglang immediately waved his backhand and stabbed Zhuo Yifan's thigh diagonally below! Zhuo Yifan had no choice but to repeat his old trick and rolled around again before he got one.
The carp jumped up and up.
At this moment, Cang Lang saw the right opportunity, took two steps forward and handed out a sword. Zhuo Yifan just stood up, without even standing still, looking at the sword that was stabbing his chest.
Yi Jian cursed secretly: Damn it!
You definitely can't dodge if you want to, but Zhuo Yifan can still block it.
Zhuo Yifan swung the black dragon blade in his right hand and slashed hard at the soft sword that was thrust straight at him. There was only a crisp sound, and the soft sword was cut into two pieces from the middle by the black dragon blade. However,
The severe pain from the tiger's mouth caused Zhuo Yifan's black dragon blade to fly out, and the soft sword fell to the ground.
With this moment of buffering opportunity, Zhuo Yifan ignored the black dragon blade and the severe pain in his hand and hurriedly turned sideways to dodge the sword.
"The Black Dragon Blade is indeed worthy of its reputation. It can even cut my pure steel soft sword into two pieces easily!" There was a hint of surprise in Cang Lang's voice.
Zhuo Yifan still said with contempt on his face: "Do you still want to compare your broken sword with my black dragon blade? It's so shameless!"
Cang Lang looked at the half-length soft sword left in his hand and threw it on the ground. He laughed and said, "Okay! Then we might as well not use weapons and compare our skills with fists and feet! I do underestimate you!"
Zhuo Yifan had a look of contempt on his face, but he was complaining in his heart. If he continues like this, he will die! Could it be that Uncle Master and the others haven't come yet?
Before Zhuo Yifan could even take a few breaths, Cang Lang's fierce fist wind came towards Zhuo Yifan with a sound of breaking through the air!
After being injured, Zhuo Yifan's movements were obviously much slower. He had to bite the bullet and resist the fierce attack of the wolf. He received countless punches on the chest, lower abdomen, and head, and the man was a little numb! Fortunately, he was inside the door before.
He had been beaten frequently by his master, and his ability to resist beatings was quite strong. As he embarrassedly dodged Canglang's fists, Zhuo Yifan suddenly shouted: "Wait! I give up!"
