The moment Yang Zheng saw the dark cave on the ground, he thought of the last words Su Yang said to him before leaving: I am going to the darkest place in the world. He understood everything immediately, even without Di Qing
Lin's knife, he would also use all means to lure Di Qinglin into this cave.
The thin knife quickly spun around the ankle, blood splattering everywhere.
What he cut off was not his own foot, but the fingers holding his foot!
Su Yang's palm was slightly cold, and with a light touch, it seemed that something that had already been in his hand flew out of his hand. The thumb, index finger, and middle finger of his left hand had already separated from his palm.
The severed fingers did not fall downwards, but seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, flying upward one by one.
This invisible thread is Di Qinglin's sword power.
Di Qinglin fell rapidly, tapping the first severed finger with his left toe, and his fall suddenly stalled;
The second severed finger flew to his feet almost at the same time. With a light touch of his right foot, his body stopped falling and instead jumped up using the force;
At this time, the third severed finger happened to be in front of him. He clicked his left foot again, and the person floated across the big table like a ghost.
The most common Yan Zi San Shui was performed at his feet, which surpassed all light skills and was almost a magical skill.
When the rabbit was up and the falcon was about to fall, Su Yang lost his finger and Di Qinglin was hit by the sword.
Su Yang stepped heavily on the ground, his arms shook and he jumped up with his sword in hand.
Di Qinglin was in mid-air, and the light from the candle in his hand suddenly split into two pieces and fell to both sides.
His pupils suddenly shrank, and in the center of the fire, a sharp sword tip was revealed.
Su Yang's sword has arrived again.
In the last ray of light, Yang Zheng had already passed under the big table, and the parting hook swept across Di Qinglin's calf.
The candlelight finally went out.
At the same time, there was a crisp sound, and the crypt flap mechanism finally closed again, and the crypt fell into darkness again.
I can't see my fingers.
But there is a sound.
A series of sounds of swords, hooks, fists and feet, the collision of flesh against flesh, the clash of weapons against weapons, the sound of blood spurting, and the sound of muffled grunts.
But the loudest thing was the sound of knives.
Just like the strong wind blowing across the grassland, the roaring waves on the sea, the thunder exploding in the air, and the drizzle blending into everything.
After just three breaths, the sound of the knife silenced all sounds.
No one knew how many knives Di Qinglin had fired, but only one sound could be heard, an uninterrupted sound of knives strung together into a long, whistling sound.
After the fourth breath, all sounds suddenly stopped.
In the cave, there was light again. At first it was just a small flame. Gradually, the light of the candle finally illuminated the cave and the people in the cave again.
Su Yang was half-sitting on the ground, leaning against a chair. He had been hit by countless knives all over his body. His whole body was already dark red. The three severed fingers were like three springs, and blood was gushing out. The whereabouts of the green steel sword was unknown.
The right arm hangs by the side of the body in a strange posture.
Yang Zheng was lying three feet away from Su Yang, with nothing in his hand. The parting hook in his hand fell far into the forest of knives. There was a huge scar on his chest, spanning from his right shoulder to his left rib. The wound was thin and thin.
But no blood seeped out.
But he seemed to be able to fight again, and he stood up unsteadily while holding on to a corpse beside him.
There was a soft popping sound.
The wound on Yang Zheng's chest suddenly opened, and blood gushed out like a spring, spurting out more than a foot away. He fell backwards, gasping for air.
Di Qinglin also felt uncomfortable. Half of his white trousers had turned bright red. A pool of blood spread out from under his feet. The arm holding the candle was trembling. There was a transparent hole on his shoulder. Three broken ribs were as deep as three swords.
It penetrated deeply into his body.
But he was still standing, with the knife in his hand.
"I have long said that you can't kill me, and you can't kill me either." Di Qinglin's cold and indifferent voice sounded in the crypt.
Su Yang struggled to sit up, with a lazy smile that seemed to be indifferent to anything on his face. He seemed not to know that these wounds on his body could kill him over time, and his two hands
He can no longer hold the sword, and the person in front of him will kill him at any time.
He turned to Yang Zheng and smiled: "I have always said that there are only two words for martial arts, one horizontal and one vertical. The strong one stands and the weak one lies down. It seems that it is absolutely correct."
Yang Zheng seemed to be able to move only his tongue, and he said intermittently: "I have always thought that risking one's life is an effective method. It's a pity that we have two lives, but we can't fight for his one life."
Di Qinglin put the stopper on the table and said calmly: "It won't work even if you lose three more lives."
Su Yang asked: "Where did we get three lives?"
Di Qinglin snorted coldly: "Lan Yichen's life is also his life. After I saw you, I expected that he was here and would take advantage of the darkness to attack me. I didn't expect that he was really not here."
Su Yang said: "He will be more effective without him, which will make you always on guard. Just now you saved at least four percent of your energy to guard against him, so there is always room for the sword's power, otherwise we would already be dead."
Di Qinglin shook his head and said: "The Divine Eye Sword has been undefeated for ten years. How can I guard against him with four points of spirit? I have at least six points of spirit left to guard against him. As long as he dared to appear just now, although I will be more seriously injured, I can
Guaranteed, all three of you are dead now."
"The combined combat power of the three of us is not as good as yours. Rather than letting him die, it would be better for you to be on guard at all times." Su Yang said: "Unfortunately, what I didn't expect was that Yang Zheng and I would be together.
In the dark, I'm not even as good as you."
"Maybe he is already the number one master in the world." Yang Zheng said helplessly.
Di Qinglin stood up again, as if to say something simple: "Maybe, after killing you, my sword skills will be perfected, and I will be number one by then."
"When the time comes, you won't have to kill people secretly." Yang Zheng smiled bitterly: "The entire world will become a tool for you to experience the feeling of death."
Di Qinglin nodded, with intoxication and yearning already showing in his eyes, and murmured: "Yes, I will make the whole world full of fear of death, blood, struggle, betrayal, and crying. Some people say this is cruel, but I think
, that is an unparalleled beauty."
He turned his head and looked at the corpses all over the ground in a daze: "Look, how beautiful this is! These are my most beloved treasures. You will all become my treasures. The whole world is my treasure!"
"So we must get rid of you!" Su Yang shouted.
But how to get rid of it? Is it just relying on this roar?
No, it's up to us.
There are three of us.
Two feet away from Di Qinglin, there was a dead man standing. The dead man's right hand was held in an empty hand. Su Yang's green steel sword was knocked away and fell into the dead man's empty hand by coincidence.
Maybe this is not a coincidence, but even if this dead man can move, even if he attacks from behind, the sword is drawn from a distance of two feet, which is enough for Di Qinglin to avoid it.
It would be nice if this sword was longer.
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Well, I promise the next chapter will definitely not be the same.
I went to catch the train, and there is a message in the book review section. I’ll come back to read it later tonight.
