Clash Of The Sword Titans

This wave of deliberate ambush by Su Liu really caught him off guard. At this moment, he was extremely weak, the immortal body was about to collapse, and he couldn't show 20% or 30% of his strength. Faced with Su Liu's almost life-threatening attack, Wen Zheng was embarrassed to parry, and in an instant there were a few more wounds.

"Little bitch, get out of here!"

Wen Zhengrong knew that a long battle would be disadvantageous, so he slapped Su Liu into the air with one palm, and rushed out of the dense forest regardless of his injuries.

He was afraid that Lin Wangbei would catch up and make another cut, then he would really die.

Su Liu, who was shot flying by him, squeezed a big knife on the ground, abruptly stopped the retreat, kicked his legs, like a light like a shadow, and followed Wen Zhengrong.

"Damn it!"

Wen Zhengrong immediately sensed the aura of chasing behind him, gritted his teeth, and said angrily: "I knew I should have killed you little bitch!"

The expressionless Su Liu frowned, suddenly raised his head and stared at Wen Zhengrong's figure, the speed exploded, and he approached a little faster.

"Why, I'm talking about your sore spot?"

Wen Zhengrong smiled and whispered: "Do you think I haven't checked your identity? Everyone who enters the land has no secrets!"

"It's been a long time since you wanted to kill me? It's a pity, this is your best chance, but you don't have the ability!"

call!

As soon as the voice fell, Wen Zhengrong urged the secret method, and the whole person turned into a cloud of blood, and the distance was hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.

This speed far surpasses Su Liu. Even if Su Liu bit his lips with blood, he can only watch the blood light get further and further away, and scream hysterically: "Wen Zhengrong, you **** it!"

"Ha ha."

Wen Zhengrong completely ignored her frustrated voice. While keeping her distance, she continued to stimulate Su Liu's nerves, "When you were a child back then, I kindly let you go. You don't know how to be grateful, and you are lurking. Want to kill me in the land? You little bitch, you are as stubborn as your **** mother."

"For so many years, you must still remember your mother's scream before she died? You hid in that corner back then and watched with your own eyes how I tortured her little by little, right?"

Wen Zhengrong squinted his eyes as if intoxicated, "What a taste it is."

"To shut up!"

With blood dripping from the corner of Su Liu's mouth, he hysterically said, "Shut up, please!"

boom!

The chaotic true energy erupted, and a mysterious shadow appeared behind Su Liu, causing her speed to surge a bit, but the distance between the two could not be separated.

Even if she penetrated the profound door, she couldn't catch up with the **** light in front of her.

How could the life-saving secret technique of the immortal martial artist be a gap that can be bridged for a moment?

Su Liu was extremely angry, and even if he tried his life, he would catch up with Wen Zhengrong, and cut him with a single knife. The mysterious shadow behind him gradually swayed, as if she couldn't support her excessive overdraft.

"Stop it, if this goes on, even if you can catch up with him and your foundation is ruined, how can you kill him?"

At this time, Lin Wangbei transmitted a message through the air, trying to stop Su Liu.

But Su Liu had no plan to stop, frantically overdrawing his potential, and a crack appeared quietly in the shadow of the mysterious door.

"Hey." Lin Wangbei sighed, seemingly touched, shook his head and threw the long knife in his hand, and said lightly: "If you really want to kill him so much, I will lend you a knife."

"With this cut, you are very likely to become a useless person."

Before Lin Wangbei finished speaking, he saw Su Liu abandon the big knife in his hand, catch the flying black knife, and cut it forward without thinking!

An astonishing sword light burst out, the surrounding forests were ruined, and the ground fell for several feet. The clothes on Su Liu's arm were torn apart, and the hand holding the knife was already bloody, but he desperately held the black knife, and his body was drained on the spot. He fell forward uncontrollably and fell to the ground.

Even so, she still stared at the direction where Dao Mang flew, trying to confirm Wen Zhengrong's life and death.

Lin Wangbei was startled by her stubbornness, and stood by her side, staring at the front and said, "It's almost."

Su Liu heard the words, the look in his eyes dimmed a little, raised the black knife in his hand, and said coldly: "Help me kill him, no matter what the price I pay."

Lin Wangbei looked down at Su Liu and fell silent when he saw the blood stained on the black knife.

Su Liu didn't speak. She didn't know who the man in front of her was, only that he was very powerful, able to chase Wen Zhengrong all the way to the depths of the mountains, making him run desperately, without even daring to look back. Su Liu had previously followed the sword light he had cut out to judge Wen Zhengrong's location, and finally determined that Wen Zhengrong wanted to return to the secret path, so he lay in ambush here.

Since you can't kill Wen Zhengrong, let someone else kill him.

But Su Liu waited for a long time, before Lin Wangbei's answer, couldn't help lowering his hands in disappointment.

At this moment, she felt a light in her hand, and when she raised her head again, Lin Wangbei had taken away the black knife, and she smiled and said, "I am willing to pay any price?"

Su Liu stared at Lin Wangbei's face for a long time, and replied, "As long as you can kill him."

Lin Wangbei nodded and said again: "Wait for me to come back."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Wangbei was no longer visible in front of Su Liu's eyes.

Su Liu bit her lower lip and was startled for a long time before she silently checked her current state.

...

In the distance, Wen Zhengrong supported his right shoulder, his entire right arm had disappeared.

"Lin Wangbei..."

I muttered Lin Wangbei's name silently, and hated him very much.

However, Wen Zhengrong still did not die. Until this time, he had not given up the struggle and continued to flee to the secret road.

But the injury he suffered was so severe that he suddenly staggered and fell to the ground, almost losing control of his body.

The true energy in the body was completely depleted, the indestructible body almost collapsed, and now even the right arm was cut off. This level of injury is already fatal to ordinary immortal martial artists, but Wen Zhengrong is still supporting, with a movement of divine thought, he took out the medicine from the storage ring on his left hand and swallowed it with great effort. Extremely Yin-Yin Bird: "How could I die in this place?"

He was about to stand up on his body, suddenly frowned and said: "Who! Come out!"

"Boss? Why are you... why are you hurt so badly?"

A figure walked out from behind the tree beside him, it was the Xuan Tie killer who had never died before.

He had already taken off his visor, and his face was slightly moved: "Is Lin Wangbei really so strong?"

"You didn't even die?" Wen Zhengrong was surprised when he saw him, and then he said in a deep voice: "Quickly, take me back to the secret road, now it is safe to return to the underground palace!"

"go back?"

The Xuantie killer was stunned, "We have spent so much effort to escape, and now we have to go back?"

"Do not talk nonsense!"

Wen Zhengrong said coldly: "Lin Wangbei's strength is too strong, and even the sects in the mountains can't control him. Now only the powerful people of the holy kingdom can save his life."

Speaking of this, Wen Zhengrong suddenly noticed something, and stared at the black iron killer and said, "Why didn't Lin Wangbei kill you?"

"Probably think that I am a small character, and it makes no sense to kill it." The Xuan Tie killer smiled and walked towards Wen Zhengrong in silence.

Wen Zhengrong was seriously injured now, and his consciousness was a little fuzzy. Although he felt something was not right, he didn't think much. He stretched out his left hand and stood up with the help of the opponent. With just such a small gesture, he vomited a big mouthful of bruises, his face quickly turned gray, and said anxiously: "Move fast. If the madman catches up, we will all die. "

"Yes."

The Xuan Tie Killer smiled slightly, then he held Wen Zhengrong's left arm, took out a dagger, and slammed it into his heart.

If it were normal, this level of attack would not break Wen Zhengrong’s defenses at all. However, Wen Zhengrong is now at the end of his force. The dagger pierced his heart without any hindrance. When he felt severe pain, he turned I tried to say something too far, but the mysterious iron killer caught his neck.

"Boss, after I have been with you for so many years, I suddenly understood a truth."

The Xuan Tie Killer showed a slightly mocking expression and whispered in a low voice: "People still have to live for themselves, so I think it's better for you to die."

After all, he turned the dagger in his hand and stirred in Wen Zhengrong's heart.

Wen Zhengrong's eyes were wide open, full of confusion and anger, and forced a voice from his throat: "You...you trash..."

"waste?"

Xuan Tie Killer smiled, drew out his dagger, then stabbed it in again, and muttered: "You are going to die, don't forget to call me a trash? You... are trash."

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