"12271!"
"9972!"
"11368!"
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The body hits the hard rock again and again, and while healed and filled the blood bottle, he was recovering his blood. Fortunately, Chi You's body of Wushuangjie increased his Qi and blood recovery speed by 200%. The Mufeng special effect also has a 2% blood recovery effect per second, which barely lasted for 15 seconds!
Seeing that the blood was about to bottom out, he hurriedly released the connection of the dragon beard hook, "brushed" his body and flew out, free from Ling Han's restraint!
"Boom!"
The body fell on the rock like a cannonball, and rolled out along the broken rock. The sharp rock pierced through the body and the pain was unusually painful, and it hit the frosty body between the rocks with a "bang", and took her to hit the rocky mountain with her. Above, the blood "pupu" dripping from the corner of my mouth splashed on the frosty white cloak. After it settled, my blood was only 400+!
"Ahem..."
Coughing violently, blood spattered along the corners of my mouth. I only felt weak. This time I couldn't afford any strength because of the serious injury. I just sat there slumped and powerless.
She leaned on my arms, watching my injuries, tears flowed uncontrollably, she leaned her blood-stained face against my neck, and cried in a low voice: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I shouldn't let you join Dragon City, you won't be hurt like this, and you won't have to face such terrifying enemies..."
I couldn't help but smile, and said weakly, "What are you talking about? Since the day I joined Dragon City, I have never regretted..."
"But… "
Tears fell along the beautiful face, she looked at me weakly, and said weakly: "You could have been like those adventurers, happily doing some simple tasks of hunting elk and catching bandits in the Eight Desolate City. His ability will definitely become an excellent adventurer. He doesn't need to stand in this terrible outer realm. You don't need to face those cruel monsters. He faces death every moment..."
I looked at Liushuang and smiled slightly: "But, if I didn’t meet you, I might never see what real power is like, let alone master those powers, and I’m a restless guy, I don’t Will be an honest adventurer, I love to make troubles, I love to fight injustices, without a strong tutor like you, who will help me in the aftermath..."
Liu Shuang couldn't help but smile, but tears fell along with her: "Don't say it, don't say it, we may all die here today..."
…
At the bottom of the mountain, Su Ke carried his battle axe, grabbed Darling's injured body in one hand, and brought a group of Dragon City warriors to the mountain again, and shouted, "Master Liushuang, we are back again..."
Liushuang leaned against me, looked at everyone from a distance, and whispered: "I know, hurry up... Stop the Hell War Hymn... Lord Luo Lin... He is about to approach despair... Also, why are you seriously injured Su Ke? Darling brought up here?"
Su Ke looked awe-inspiring: "Dragon City warriors are all brothers. We are in the same spirit, regardless of each other. Today may be the last battle of Dragon City. Therefore, I can't let Darin live alone under the mountain and take him. Come up, to die, our brothers die together..."
Suddenly, the fainted Darling swung his arms and hit Su Ke's face with a "pop", and a faint voice came out: "NMB, thank you so much..."
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At this moment, at the center of the mountain range, Luo Lin finally stood up, suddenly reached out and grabbed the handle of despair, and suddenly trembled, a blood-colored light enveloped his whole body, and the bloodline was almost about to burst. Luo Lin gritted his teeth and uttered pain. His wailing, his shirt flying behind him, and the whole earth trembling!
"brush!"
A ray of light rose into the sky centered on the artifact despair, the shock wave swept around, and Liushuang and I were swept past. We opened our eyes desperately, and finally found that Luo Lin's body began to straighten up, it seemed that despair was quickly healing him. The broken body and chest injuries are healing at a speed that can be seen by the naked eye.
"King Luolin is desperate to obtain the artifact! King Luolin is desperate to obtain the artifact!" Su Ke cheered, holding his battle axe.
A group of Dragon City soldiers also yelled: "Long live King Luolin! Long live King Luolin!"
…
However, at this moment, Ling Han raised the corner of his mouth and smiled with a hint of disdain, saying: "A dead dog, even if it has achieved despair, what about it? The power of the artifact lies in the person who masters the artifact, the one of the swordsman. Why can a person of the body control the ultimate artifact of despair? Hahaha, let Lao Tzu's doom to learn how desperate is, how about it?"
When the light was exhausted, Luo Lin stood in the ruins in despair, slowly raised his head, and said, "As you wish!"
"Snapped!"
The gravel splashed, Luo Lin suddenly rushed towards Ling Han, holding the hilt in both hands, and making a condescending slash in the sky!
Ling Han did not speak, and raised the sickle in both hands, using the handle of the sickle to block the desperate attack!
"Boom!"
There was a deafening sound, and a whole piece of rocky ground was directly shattered, and an energy storm erupted at the place where the two magic soldiers collided, directly evaporating the whole piece of rock!
Standing in the air above a bowl-shaped groove, Ling Han stepped back several tens of meters, and the corner of his mouth raised: "It looks good, but with this strength, he will still die!"
His arms trembled slightly, and Ling Han finally began to get serious. Hell runes swirled around his arms, blessed by bad luck, his face became more sordid, he held the sickle in both hands, and said with a quack: "Come on, Eat Lao Tzu's "Frosty Night Elegy"!"
"flood!"
The blood-red color rushed to the sickle, Ling Han's body seemed to be transformed into a lot larger, the sickle swept through the air, and the three consecutive attacks of "Swiss" attacked Luo Lin, and Luo Lin had no choice but to block it with despair. !
"Keng Keng Keng..."
The fire blazed into the sky, and the entire mountain seemed to be disintegrating, and the cyclone was flying. When the dust settled, he found that Ling Han was standing proudly in the air, while Luo Lin's embarrassed sword fell into the broken rocks, and blood flowed across the corners of his mouth again. , After all, the disparity in strength between the two sides is relatively large, even if Luo Lin was desperate, he still couldn't defeat the other side.
Ling Han’s mouth smiled contemptuously: “Luo Lin, have you seen it? Even with the artifact, I can still crush you easily. After all, you are not worthy of despair at all. Come on, give despair to despair. I, I can consider giving you a corpse!"
Luo Lin held the long sword tightly: "Dreaming!"
"This is your own death!"
Ling Han raised his arm, and the death force gathered in his palm. Suddenly it was another throwing attack. With a "boom", Luo Lin was enveloped by the cyclone storm. The armor of his body was shredded every inch, and he couldn't help howling in pain, but Still didn't let go of the desperate hand, he was struggling, unwilling to give up the low chance of victory, in fact, as long as Luo Lin died, everyone here would only die.
…
After the ravages, Ling Han stood proudly in the air with a smile on his mouth, Luo Lin knelt down in a pile of ruins, the despair in his hands became a bit dim, and Ling Lun laughed and said: "I see it, the ultimate artifact , Also weakened because of the master’s waste, Luo Lin, you, a pampered waste, really can’t control despair. Take it, hahaha..."
Luo Lin raised his head, his eyes awe-inspiring: "Dreaming!"
"Stubborn!"
Ling Han suddenly raised his sickle, and the earth trembled. Death power came out from the depths of the earth and gathered on the sickle. It seemed that this hell battle song was about to launch a trick. Lin Wan'er, Li Mu, Yanzhao Wushuang, and Sword Feng Han and the others looked at each other. Everyone is mentally prepared. We may all be ruined here!
"It's over..." Misty Yunyan clenched his iron fist.
Hanbei Song gritted our teeth: "It looks like we are going to kneel..."
Whose Lanyan MM stretched out his hand and pointed to the west, and said, "Look, something in the dark is approaching fast..."
Everyone looked at it together, and sure enough, from the west, the black flying object was approaching quickly.
…
"Ok?"
Ling Han couldn't help but frowned, and said, "I don't seem to be summoned to fight. Why did these sword spirit cavalry come here? Could it be... there is a new order on it?"
A few seconds later, a large group of flying cavalry came, all riding a dark flying dragon, the body of the flying dragon was wrapped in iron armor, and all the cavalry were also wrapped in delicate armor, carrying heavy swords, and only showing cold eyes—
Sword spirit cavalry, 7-level monster, this is a super-advanced monster with abilities that we can't even imagine!
…
Yan Zhao Wushuang was shocked, gritted his teeth, his sword-holding hands trembled, and said with a trembling: "Fuck you... Even the 7th-level monster is here. Is this mission going to toss us to death? Yes, this is not an SSS-level mission at all. It is a mission where many people are sent to death. This setting is simply ruthless..."
Jian Fenghan also looked frustrated: "This task... it seems that we didn't want us to complete..."
Under the treatment of Fushui Nunnery, I recovered to full blood, helped Liushuang stand up, looked at a group of sword spirit cavalry from a distance, Liushuang’s beautiful eyes were filled with surprise, and whispered: "The legendary sword spirit The cavalry, it turned out to be like this. These cavalry are high-ranking warriors who guard the holy sword in the realm of different demons, and the flying dragons they ride are the fastest blood in the dragon clan..."
I said: "Can we fight it?"
Liu Shuang shook his head: "It is recorded in the history books that the most sensible way to encounter a sword spirit cavalry is to escape, otherwise you will inevitably die..."
I:"… "
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At this moment, a sword spirit cavalry with a rank emblem on his shoulders instigated the flying dragon to step forward and respectfully said to Ling Han, "Master of Hell Warsong, we are here to ask you to go back to defend the enemy!"
"Fend against the enemy?" Ling Han said lightly: "What kind of enemy is it for you to invite me?"
The sword spirit cavalry said hoarsely: "It's the enemy southwest of the lair, the witches from the Dark Moon Spirit Realm!"
"Damn it!"
Ling Han clenched an iron fist: "I must get rid of this group of bitches as long as I live, go, and come back with me!"
…
With that said, Ling Han looked back and took a deep look at Luo Lin, then sneered: "You are lucky this time, but remember, your life belongs to Ling Han, and despair is mine. Wait, hit. Retreat from the dark moon spirit, it is your time to die, no matter where you are, I will come to take your head!"