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Su Yang can be sure that no matter whether this sword is a green steel sword or an ancient blue mountain sword, no matter whose hand it was before, it will definitely appear in this position at this time and start to grow longer.
Even if the sky is thundering and the rivers are hanging upside down, it cannot change this.
No matter how fast the shot is, it will always stir up the sound of wind, and no matter how weak the blue light is, it will always be reflected in this dim cave.
Therefore, as the sword went up and down, a wisp of almost transparent sword energy slowly stretched out, approaching Di Qinglin's back bit by bit.
Di Qinglin is immersed in the world of killing in the future. He has been seriously injured, and at least half of his six-point defense has been reduced. Can he still prevent this silent sword energy stabbing from behind?
It seems impossible to prevent it.
But everyone overlooked one problem.
Even Su Yang didn't expect it. This was so detailed that it would be difficult for people who haven't experienced it to imagine it!
The speed of the sword energy is very slow, and it will not be fatal the moment it touches the human body. It can only kill people after it suddenly accelerates after touching the human body and penetrates the body.
But once it touches the body, it will definitely cause pain, like pins and needles.
The moment the sword energy hit the back of Di Qinglin's heart, Di Qinglin's expression changed drastically. His body remained motionless, but suddenly moved two feet to one side.
A ray of sword energy penetrated from his left shoulder. As he moved, the sword energy also passed through his body. Di Qinglin screamed and his left arm fell to the ground.
At the same time, a muffled sound was heard, and the "dead man" made a cracking sound, and actually split open, and a person came out of it, it was Jian Lan Yichen with the divine eye.
Lan Yichen swept horizontally with his sword.
In his hands, whether it is the Blue Mountain Ancient Sword or the Qinggang Sword, they are both divine swords!
The sword energy on the green steel sword surged and slashed Di Qinglin's neck.
The thin knife in Di Qinglin's hand had reached before his neck at some point, and a light red sword energy surged out of the knife.
The thin knives and the long swords touched each other, and both flew out. The green steel sword remained strong, and inserted into the back of Wan Junwu's corpse with a bang, until it reached the hilt. The thin knives flew horizontally, passing over the corpse of a singer.
, a thin line immediately appeared on the corpse's neck, and the head, whose muscles had been kept incorruptible by using lime and secret techniques, rolled to the ground along the knife marks.
"court death!"
Di Qinglin was furious and struck out with his right palm, hitting Lan Yichen's chest heavily.
Putting his palms together, Di Qinglin took three steps back, and Lan Yichen flew out, bumping into a row of corpses along the way.
After he fell to the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood. His whole body collapsed on the ground, and his face was as pale as gold.
"The future is formidable." Lan Yichen said with a bitter smile from a distance: "The sword is like lightning, and the inner strength is as strong as the world. Xiao Su, I'm afraid we made a mistake this time."
"Not necessarily." Su Yang asked loudly: "Which one of you can still get up?"
What's the use of getting up? Even though Di Qinglin had a severe broken arm or suffered severe internal injuries, he couldn't even use a knife to kill three people who could only get up.
Get up and kill him?
But at this time, Di Qinglin actually did something incredible.
He did not kill anyone, nor did he pick up his thin knife. Instead, he stood there, staring blankly at the damaged body in the fight. His face was full of tension and heartache, like a child who had seen the last thing he had seen.
My beloved toy was trampled to pieces.
He rushed behind Wan Junwu's body, pulled out the sword from his waist, and murmured: "It doesn't hurt, it's okay, just pull it out and it will be fine."
Kneeling on the ground again, he held up the beautiful head that had been chopped off by a thin knife with one arm, and hurriedly tried to reattach the head to his neck.
"Don't be afraid, I will pick it up for you."
He tried several times in succession, and finally put the head crookedly on his neck, turned around and staggered to the body that Lan Yichen had bumped into, squatted down and struggled to lift the body up again.
With only one arm left, he finally managed to lift up a corpse and hold it in his arms with great difficulty. One of them lost his balance and the corpse fell to the ground again, pulling him to the ground and doing some somersaults.
The head of the corpse hit the ground hard and cracked open with a crack.
Di Qinglin's white clothes were already stained with blood and dust. He ignored it and crawled back to the corpse. He used his remaining arm to hold down the corpse's head, trying in vain to close it again.
The split head is like a dry walnut, closing, splitting, closing again, splitting again...
Di Qinglin was so anxious that he shed tears.
Yang Zheng was lucky, because he turned his back to the sky and didn't see any of this damn thing.
Lan Yichen's eyes were about to fall out of his head, and his whole body was cold.
The way Su Yang invited him to fight that day was to transfer Di Qinglin out of the Hou Mansion. When he followed Su Yang into the crypt, he already thought he had seen the most terrifying scene in the world, but what happened now was simply unbelievable.
It was ten times more shocking than the shock it gave him that day!
After a while, Di Qinglin finally stopped trying to repair the dead body. He pressed down hard and the split head suddenly turned into a pool of broken bones.
He stood up again, his originally handsome face had been distorted by anger, he was as hideous as a ghost, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were blood red, and he shouted like crazy: "Why do you want to hurt them! I want your life!"
After saying that, he suddenly raised his right palm, with a crazy look in his eyes, and walked towards Yang Zheng step by step.
Among these people, only Su Yang was still awake.
"Destroy these dead people!" Su Yang roared, holding back the severe pain all over his body, moving his body and knocking over the nearest corpse.
Di Qinglin suddenly stopped and revealed a lifeless eye from his long hair. He turned in the direction of Su Yang, stared at Su Yang, and murmured: "Kill you first, kill you first,
Kill you first..."
Not far away, Lan Yichen understood what Su Yang meant, got up and rushed into the cave where the bodies were most densely packed.
He didn't have a sword, his internal organs were damaged, and he couldn't exert any skill at all, but he still had fists, feet, and a head.
He kicked, hit, even bit and bumped, knocking over the corpses on the ground.
Di Qinglin turned around suddenly, swung his body and rushed towards Lan Yichen again.
He was dressed in white, with disheveled hair, leaving only one arm. A pale eyeball appeared from his long hair, floating in the air, and he looked no different from a ghost.
Before anyone arrived, the only palm had already rushed toward the blue-faced door.
Lan Yichen had no time to dodge and was unable to dodge. In a hurry, he grabbed a corpse and blocked it in front of him.
The wind from Di Qinglin's palm stirred up a stream of air, blowing the corpse's hair.
Seeing that his palm was about to hit the corpse's face, Di Qinglin forcibly withdrew his power, turned his palm to the side of the air, and his body fell to the ground due to the huge inertia. His forehead hit a sharp corner of the table, and blood suddenly flowed out.
Note.
Lan Yichen spurted out another mouthful of blood, his vision went dark, and he fell to the ground together with the corpse.
Di Qinglin ignored the wound on his forehead, rolled over and crawled to the body, pushed Lan Yichen away, and hugged the body tightly into his arms.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, never..."
His voice suddenly stopped.
His eyes were filled with disbelief. He slowly lowered his head and saw a bright sword tip emerging from his chest.
Su Yang stood behind him, barely supporting his body on the table with his left hand with only two fingers left, and holding the hilt of the blue steel sword firmly in his right hand.
The bones in his right arm were broken, and a simple movement of drawing the sword almost made Su Yang faint from the pain.
The long sword left Di Qinglin's back, but not much blood flowed from the wound. In fact, after a fierce battle, the four people in the crypt had not much blood to shed.
Perhaps it was in retrospect that the color that humans should have finally appeared in Di Qinglin's eyes.
He turned around, leaned against a corpse, looked at his chest blankly, and said intermittently: "I, am I going to die? It turns out that death is this kind of feeling."
Su Yang punched his right arm hard with two fingers of his left hand. The huge pain that came instantly made his trembling arm more stable. He clenched the green steel sword tightly: "Don't worry, this time
You must die. If you don’t die, I will pay you any amount of money."
Di Qinglin raised his head, looked into Su Yang's eyes, and said seriously: "Thank you, this is the happiest day of my life!"
"You're welcome! It's my pleasure!"
Su Yang raised his hand and waved his sword.
A human head rose into the sky. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a satisfied smile.
A sword slashed across the face, splitting the smile in half.
He could never smile again, whether it was a half-smile or a satisfied smile.
Nothing but ridiculousness remains.
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I took a car all day to get home and just came back from a visit to the doctor. A relative was really about to die. The feeling of powerlessness of watching life go by before my eyes but having no way to do anything was really unpleasant.
