Save the Two-dimensional Devil

The thin knife quickly spun around the ankle, blood splattered everywhere.

It was not his own foot that he chopped off, but the fingers that held his foot.

Liu Xu's palm was slightly cold, and with a light touch, it seemed that something he had already got flew out of his hand.

It's his finger.

When the rabbit rises and the falcon falls, Liu Xu cuts off his finger, and Di Qinglin is hit by the sword.

Liu Xu stomped heavily on the ground, his arms trembled and he jumped up with his sword.

Di Qinglin was in mid-air, and the light from the candle in his hand suddenly split into two pieces, falling to both sides.

His pupils constricted suddenly, and a sharp sword tip was exposed in the center of the flame.

Liu Xu's sword has arrived again.

In the last ray of light, Yang Zheng had already passed under the big table, and the farewell hook swept across Di Qinglin's calf.

The candles were finally extinguished.

At the same time, with a crisp sound, the crypt flap mechanism finally closed again, and the crypt fell into darkness again.

Can't see five fingers.

But there is sound.

A series of sounds of swords, hooks, fists and feet blowing the wind, bodies colliding with bodies, weapons colliding with weapons, blood spurting, and muffled groans.

But the most common is the sound of knives.

Like the wind blowing across the grassland, the waves roaring on the sea, the thunder blasting in the air, and the drizzle melting into everything.

After just three breaths, the sound of the knife had suppressed all other sounds.

No one knew how many knives Di Qinglin had unleashed, only one sound could be heard, an uninterrupted and continuous sound of knives, strung together into a long whistling sound.

After the fourth breath, all the sounds stopped abruptly.

In the cave, there was light again. At first, it was just a small flame. Gradually, the light of the candle finally illuminated the cave and the people in the cave again.

Liu Xu was half-sitting on the ground, leaning on a chair. He had been stabbed all over his body so many times. His whole body was already dark red. Blood gushed out from the three severed fingers like three springs. The whereabouts of the Longevity Sword was unknown. The arm hangs at the side of the body in an odd position.

Yang Zheng was lying three feet away from Liu Xu, his hands were empty, and the parting hook in his hand fell far into the forest of knives. There was a huge scar on Yuexiong's mouth, which ran from his right shoulder to his left rib. The wound was thin and thin. But no blood seeped out.

But he seemed to be able to fight again, Yang Zheng helped a corpse beside him and stood up unsteadily.

"噗嗤" sounded softly.

The wound on Yang Zhengyuexiong's front suddenly opened, and blood gushed out like a spring, gushing out more than a foot away, and fell backward on his back, panting heavily.

Di Qinglin was not feeling well either, half of the white trousers had turned bright red, a puddle of blood was spreading outwards from his feet, his arm holding the candle was trembling, a transparent hole appeared on his shoulder, and three severed ribs were as deep as three swords. plunged deep into his body.

But he was still standing, with a knife in his hand.

"I said long ago that you can't kill me, and you can't kill me either." Di Qinglin's cold voice sounded in the crypt.

Liu Xu struggled to sit on his body, with that kind of indifferent and lazy smile on his face all the time.

It seemed that he didn't know that these wounds on his body were enough to kill him after a long time. Liu Xu's two hands could no longer hold the sword, and the person in front of him would kill him at any time.

Liu Xu turned his head and smiled at Yang Zheng: "I have always said that there are only two words for martial arts, one horizontal and one vertical. The strong ones stand, and the weak ones lie down. It seems that there is nothing wrong with it."

Yang Zheng's whole body seemed to be able to move only his tongue and head, and he said intermittently: "I always thought that desperately is an effective method, but unfortunately we have two lives, but we can't fight his life."

Di Qinglin put the candle on the table and said flatly, "Even if you have three lives."

Liu Xu asked, "Where did we get three lives?"

"Lan Yichen's life is also his life." Di Qinglin snorted coldly, "After I saw you, I expected him to be here too, and would take advantage of the darkness to attack me, but I didn't expect that he was really not here."

"It's more effective if he isn't anymore, and it will keep you on guard." Liu Xu said, "Just now you had at least four points of energy to guard against him, so there is always room for the sword, otherwise we would already be dead."

"The Divine Eye Sword has been undefeated for ten years, how can I defend against it with four points of energy." Di Qinglin said in a deep voice: "I have at least six points of energy to guard against him, as long as he dared to appear just now, although I will be injured more seriously, But I can guarantee that all three of you are dead now."

"The combined strength of the three of us is inferior to yours. Instead of letting him die, it is better to let you be on guard at all times." Liu Xu said: "Unfortunately, what I didn't expect was that Yang Zheng and I were together in the dark. , it’s not even as good as you.”

"Maybe he is already the number one master in the world." Yang Zheng also said helplessly.

"No, maybe, after killing you all, my sword skills will be great, and I will be the number one." Di Qinglin stood up again, as if to say another simple thing.

"When the time comes, you don't have to be sneaky when killing people." Yang Zheng smiled wryly, "The whole world will become a tool for you to experience the feeling of death."

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Chapter 902 Sword Qi cuts arms, one against three

Di Qinglin nodded, with intoxication and longing in his eyes, and murmured: "Yes, I will fill the entire rivers and lakes with the fear of death, blood, struggle, betrayal, and crying. Some people say this is cruel, but I think , that is an incomparable beauty."

He turned his head and stared at the corpses in the crypt.

"Look, how beautiful it is! This is my most beloved treasure, you will all become my treasures, and the whole world is my own treasure!"

"So we must get rid of you!" Liu Xu shouted.

But how to get rid of it, is it just relying on this loud roar?

No, it's up to us.

There are three of us.

Two feet behind Di Qinglin, stood a dead man.

The dead man held his right hand empty, and Liu Xu's Longevity Sword fell into the dead man's empty hand after being blown away by a very coincidence.

Maybe it's not a coincidence, but even if the dead man can move, even if he strikes behind the back and strikes the sword two feet away, it's enough for Di Qinglin to dodge.

It would be nice if the sword was longer.

Liu Xu can be sure that no matter whether this sword is the Longevity Sword or the Ancient Blue Mountain Sword, no matter who held it before, it will definitely appear in this position at this time and start to grow longer.

Even if the sky is struck by lightning and the river hangs upside down, this cannot be changed.

No matter how quick the shot is, it will always stir up wind, no matter how weak the blue light is, it will always be reflected in this dim cave.

Therefore, from the tip of the sword, a ray of almost transparent sword energy slowly protruded, approaching Di Qinglin's back little by little.

Di Qinglin was indulging in the future killing world, he had already been seriously injured, and at least half of his six points of defense had been lost.

Can he still guard against the silent, stabbing sword energy from behind?

It seems unstoppable.

But everyone ignores one problem.

Even Liu Xu didn't think of it. This is so detailed that it's hard for people who haven't experienced it to think about 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 pierces the body.

But once it touches the body, it will definitely cause pain, like a needle prick.

The moment the sword energy touched Di Qinglin's back heart, his face changed drastically, his body remained still, but suddenly moved two feet to one side.

A sword qi penetrated from his left shoulder, and as he shifted, the sword qi also swept across his body.

"what!"

Di Qinglin screamed, and his left arm fell to the ground.

At the same time, there was a muffled sound of "bang", and the dead man made the sound of cracking leather, and unexpectedly split from it, and a person came out from it, it was Jian Lan Yichen with the eyes of the gods.

Lan Yichen swept his sword horizontally.

In his hands, whether it is the Ancient Blue Mountain Sword or the Longevity Sword, they are all divine swords.

The sword energy on the Longevity Sword soared, and it slashed Di Qinglin's neck.

The thin knife in Di Qinglin's hand had reached before his neck at some point, and a reddish saber aura gushed out from the knife.

The thin knife and the long sword touched each other, and both flew out.

The Longevity Sword remained strong, and with a "puchi", it was inserted into the back of Wan Junwu's corpse until it reached the handle.

And the thin knife flew horizontally, skipping over the corpse of a singer.

Immediately, a thin line appeared on the neck of the corpse, and the head, whose muscles were preserved with lime and secret methods, rolled down to the ground along the knife marks.

"Looking for death!" Di Qinglin was furious, and he had already struck out his right palm, hitting Lan Yichen's Yuexiong's mouth heavily.

Palms intersected, Di Qinglin took three steps back, and Lan Yichen flew out backwards, bumping into a row of corpses along the way.

After he fell to the ground, he vomited a mouthful of blood with a wow, and his whole body collapsed on the ground, his face pale gold.

"Young people are terrifying." Lan Yichen smiled wryly, "The sword is like lightning, and the strength of inner strength is unmatched in the world. Liu Xu, I'm afraid we have miscalculated this time."

"Not necessarily." Liu Xu said loudly, "Which of you two can get up?"

What's the use of getting up?

Although Di Qinglin was seriously injured and his arm was broken, or he also suffered great internal injuries, he couldn't even kill three people who could only get up.

Get up and give him to kill?

But at this time Di Qinglin actually did an incredible thing.

He didn't kill people, nor did he pick up the thin knife, but stood where he was, staring blankly at the corpse that had been damaged in the fight just now.

Di Qinglin's face was full of tension and heartache, like a child seeing his favorite toy being trampled to pieces.

He rushed behind Wan Junwu's body, pulled out the sword on his back, and muttered: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it's okay, just pull it out."

Kneeling on the ground again, he held up the beauty's head cut off by the thin knife with one arm, and frantically tried to reattach the head to his neck.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I will help you pick it up."

Di Qinglin tried several times in a row, and finally put the head crookedly on his neck, then turned around and staggered to the corpse that Lan Yichen had bumped into, squatting down and struggling to lift the corpse up again.

He had only one arm left, so he managed to lift up a corpse with great difficulty, and held it in his arms with difficulty. One of them lost his footing, and the corpse fell to the ground again, pulling Di Qinglin to the ground and doing a few somersaults.

The corpse's head hit the ground heavily, and it cracked open with a "click".