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Lin Hao's speed is getting faster and faster now. He doesn't want to slow down. It seems that he wants to fight with Yasha.

Seeing Lin Hao's attitude, Yasha was completely enraged. His golden eyes were stained with a few wisps of red, and his reason had disappeared long ago. Instead, he was completely beast.

Now it just wants to kill, holding the head of the enemy that was cut off by itself, eating each other's flesh and blood like a wild beast, declaring its victory.

"Man is a cunning thing."

Lin Hao's happy smile turned into sarcasm. He picked up the tip of his sword, and the wings of yinglei suddenly stopped. He just let his body fall to the other direction at an unimaginable angle, and could avoid the two huge sickle guns.

The point of the black scythe gun, which was wrapped in the air of death, almost wiped Lin Hao's face, cut off a few strands of his hair, and pierced an inch of his skin at the tip of his ear. The bright red blood ran down his face, but it added a bit of lethality to his proud face.

When the sickle gun failed to hit, Yasha roared angrily. His arms were as tight as stones, and his spirit power was also dancing wildly. He wanted to adjust his movements and pierce Lin Hao's back.

At this time, the purple dragon, who had been assimilated by the spirit dragon and turned to Lin Hao's side, finally came late. Countless figures followed Lin Hao's figure and rushed towards yecha's face - eyes, mouth, nose, those things would no longer exist.

Countless purple dragons poured down and burned yecha's cheek directly. For a moment, blood was flowing and the bluestone floor was dyed red.

"Stupid, stupid, brave!" Yasha's face has been bloody, the action is more open and close, has never been embarrassed by the failure of Qi Zhisheng smoke, the mouth is crazy roar, even two hook sickle guns are not, casually dropped on the ground, no matter whether it will fall into the water.

Break the bone marrow of the other side, and lick the bone of the other side's heart!

But Lin Hao didn't feel the crisis. He even laughed and looked relaxed. It seemed that he was not in a duel between life and death, but in the pleasure of drinking on a cruise ship, accompanied by beautiful women.

The wings of firefly and thunder scattered in the air. The tip of the foot stepped on the broken sword in front of yecha's chest. The thin soled soft boots stepped on the shining blade of the sword and pushed forward gently.

The broken sword suddenly fell into Yasha's chest and penetrated the core of the dead creature. Countless lights burst out from the broken sword, mixed with Lin Hao's spiritual power, and burst out in Yasha's body.

"A pot of good wine, swimming in the West Lake --" he sang a little song leisurely. His toes gently stepped on yecha's chest again, and he fell back, "a sword, walking in the river and lake --"

before his words, yecha's arm had already fallen down. Lin Hao had just landed, white clothes and white boots, just like a knight in the moonlight.

It's like a huge piece of flesh on the ground without a trace in the blink of an eye.