Ling Jie has never been a person who likes to joke. After saying the last sentence, both Ling Jie and Liu Weihua made moves!
Liu Weihua relied on his sense of danger. He felt that Ling Jie's ribs were so hard that his knife couldn't penetrate at all. If he continued to use it, it might easily cause a change. "It's not easy to fight for a long time. Since you can't penetrate, then use stabbing instead of slashing," Liu Weihua said.
...Scrape his skin and see how he survives."
Liu Weihua's knife tip suddenly retracted slightly, and then he suddenly lifted it upward, from Ling Jie's chest to his head!
At the same moment, Ling Jie naturally wouldn't let him succeed, otherwise, he wouldn't be called Ling Jie. When the tip of his knife retreated even a little bit, Ling Jie's body suddenly slipped and slid to the side. It was incredible.
, Ling Jie's body slid to the side like a loach, and Liu Weihua's knife struck the cold iron wall with a "clang"!
"No, he avoided all this." Liu Weihua was about to put away the knife, but suddenly he couldn't move his wrist.
His wrist was held by a large and powerful hand, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not move at all. He saw Ling Jie standing beside him, looking at him with cold eyes.
"No, it's impossible. I've clearly put a knife against your body. There's no way you can hide away. It's absolutely impossible..." Liu Weihua's face turned pale and he started to panic.
"Tick tock" The blood slipped from Ling Jie's chest and fell to the ground, splashing with tiny droplets of blood. A cut as long as an index finger was clearly reflected on Ling Jie's chest, like a big mouth, constantly opening outwards.
Vomiting blood and looking disgusting.
"There is no need to know about a person who is about to die." Ling Jie's hand suddenly grabbed the knife from Liu Weihua's hand. When Daoguang was injured, Liu Weihua froze with a "whoosh" sound, as if
Being frozen, a thin red line appeared on his neck.
Blood spurted out, his eyes widened, and he looked at Ling Jie in disbelief. He couldn't tell what his expression was, and he slowly fell down, "Peng." He fell on his back. Ling Jie held the knife in his right hand and stood numbly.
On the field, staring at the iron gate, staring at Bingtong, Cheng Feng and Sima Tian who walked in through the iron gate.
Two guards ran in and quickly moved the bodies of Liu Weihua and Chen Yun out.
The three people were still at the iron gate, and Ling Jie felt a strong oppression, so oppressive that he could hardly breathe. These three people were all opponents that triggered his heart, whether it was Bingtong or Sima.
Tian or Cheng Feng, among the eighteen people, all of them are outstanding in strength. Each one of them is an extremely powerful mortal enemy, and now they are all together. The pressure among them makes Ling Jieya speechless.
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"Presumptuous." The blacksmith suddenly shouted, but Zhuge Qing ignored the rules and rushed directly into the iron gate. Holding two white strips of cloth in his hand, he ran straight towards Ling Jie.
Zhuge Qing ran very fast, and instantly rushed in front of Bingtong and the others, heading straight towards Ling Jie. However, at this moment, a black shadow flashed, and then he saw the blacksmith blocking Zhuge Qing's front.
"Zhuge Qing, what are you doing? The price for breaking the rules is death!"
The blacksmith originally wanted to speak more harshly, or even attack Zhuge Qing directly, but when he saw tears in Zhuge Qing's eyes, he had to endure it.
Zhuge Qing's eyes were wet, but the tears didn't flow out of her eyes. Her voice was a little hoarse, "Mr. Blacksmith, I'm going to bandage Ling Jie's wound. Didn't you just say that there are two times between two fights?"
Ten seconds. I want to take advantage of this time to help Ling Jie deal with the wound, otherwise he will die of excessive bleeding."
The blacksmith was shocked. This girl was indeed true-hearted. She almost didn’t think about anything. The blacksmith took two steps to the side. Deep in his heart, he didn’t want Ling Jie to die due to excessive bleeding. Ling Jie was Mengyao.
He highly recommended the person, and he also rebuilt the dragon-slaying sword for him. Naturally, the blacksmith hoped that the person entering the thirteenth round this time would be Ling Jie!
Zhuge Qing glanced at the blacksmith gratefully, then rushed to Ling Jie, "Ling Jie, are you okay?"
Ling Jie's eyes were still on Bingtong at this time, because this woman made him feel very chilled. What happened to her today? After all, she was also his woman. He thought she was still enjoying it with him in bed.
As for the fish-man's joy, how could it be like this now...
Ling Jie was heartbroken that Bingtong would be on the opposite side of him. Participating in the thirteen rounds of assessments was inherently cruel. Even if he was on the opposite side, there was nothing wrong with it. What was chilling was that Bingtong was so lacking.
She had no opinion of her own on many things. She actually wanted to believe Han Ping...
On the other hand, Zhuge Qing had only been in contact with him for a few days, but they had clear grievances and affection.
Ling Jie turned around and smiled calmly at Zhuge Qing, "It's okay, thank you for your concern."
"Bo..."
Ling Jie clearly saw a tear slipping from the corner of Zhuge Qing's eye, sliding down her not-so-white cheek to her chin, and then fell.
Zhuge Qing herself didn't know why. After hearing Ling Jie's answer, she burst into tears. She was very confused, but she put aside all distracting thoughts because she had not forgotten the purpose of coming here.
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"Let me help you bandage the wound. Time is very tight." Zhuge Qing took a breath, held up the cloth with both hands, and tightly covered the wound on Ling Jie's arm, "Does it hurt?"
Ling Jie shook his head, "It doesn't hurt at all." The cloth strip affected the wound, which hurt a lot. He swallowed everything.
Zhuge Qing's movements were not very skillful. He wound his arms around Ling Jie's arms, and finally tied a few knots.
"Okay, this can stop the bleeding." Zhuge Qing breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had completed a very important task. Then she helped Ling Jie bandage the wound on Ling Jie's chest. The wound on the chest was particularly difficult to bandage, which cost her a lot of time.
It took a lot of effort and a layer of cold sweat broke out on my forehead to complete the big task.
"Well, I feel much better after being handled by you." Ling Jie laughed heartily.
Zhuge Qing didn't answer. She didn't know how to answer. She just felt her nose was a little more sore. She turned and walked towards the iron gate. Twenty seconds had just passed.
She wanted to turn back, but she didn't dare. Her heart was knotted. When she took five steps, she suddenly turned around and said, "Ling Jie, you must come out alive! I'll wait for you!"
There were two lines of tears on her jade-like face. Her hair was slightly fluttering in the cold breeze, and her eyes were full of concern that made Ling Jie's heart break. At that moment, Ling Jie's heart suddenly moved.
A woman, the upcoming deadly opponent, actually said in front of everyone at this moment - I will wait for you! Even a fool knows the state of mind behind these words.
Staring at that face, that beautiful figure, Ling Jie's heart became more and more broken, like a knife...
After seeing every bit of her body clearly, he closed his eyes... He was really not sure that he could defeat the combined efforts of Cheng Feng, Bingtong and Sima Tian at the same time.