Two Dimensional Rescuer Demon King

Di Qinglin nodded, intoxicated and longing in his eyes, murmured: "Yes, I will fill the whole 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 unparalleled beauty."

He turned his head and looked at the corpse full of "holes."

"Look, this is so beautiful! These are my most beloved treasures, you will all become my treasures, and the whole arena is my own treasure!"

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

But how to do it, is it relying on this roar?

No, it's us.

We have three people.

Two feet away behind Di Qinglin, there was a dead man standing.

The dead man's right hand was imaginarily held, and Liu Xu's longevity sword fell into the dead man's imaginary palm after being shaken off.

Maybe this is not a coincidence, but even if this dead man can move, even if he strikes behind his back, he can shoot a sword at a distance of two feet, which is enough for Di Qinglin to escape.

It would be great if this sword was longer.

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

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

No matter how swift the shot is, it will always arouse the wind, no matter how weak the blue light is, there will always be reflections in this dim "hole".

Therefore, from the tip of this sword, a ray of almost transparent sword aura slowly stretched out towards the back of Di Qinglin's heart.

Di Qinglin was immersed in the world of killing in the future. He had been seriously injured, and his six-point defense had already gone for at least half.

Can he prevent the silent sword aura stabbing from behind?

It seems unstoppable.

But everyone has overlooked a problem.

Even Liu Xu did not expect that this is too detailed, it is difficult for people who have not experienced it.

The speed of sword qi is very slow, and it will not be fatal the moment it touches the human body. It only accelerates suddenly after touching the human body and can kill after it penetrates the body.

But once it touches the body, it will definitely cause pain, which is painful like a needle stick.

The moment Jianqi met Di Qinglin's heart position, his face changed drastically, his body remained motionless, but he suddenly moved two feet to the side.

A sword gas "inserted" from his left shoulder, and as he moved, the sword gas also swept through his body.

"what!"

Di Qinglin screamed and landed on his left arm.

At the same time, only a muffled sound was heard, and the dead man made the sound of defeat and cracking, and it actually cracked from it. From the inside, a person came out, it was the God Eye God Sword Lan Yichen.

Lan Yichen swept across the sword.

In his hands, whether it is the Blue Mountain Ancient Sword or the Longevity Sword, it is a divine sword.

auzw.com The sword spirit on the longevity sword skyrocketed, and Di Qinglin's neck was slashed.

I don't know when the thin knife in Di Qinglin's hand has reached the front of his neck, and a light red "color" of the knife surges out of the knife.

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

The longevity sword remained strong, and with a "pouch", it "plugged" into the back of Wan Junwu's corpse until it reached the handle.

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

A thin line appeared on the corpse's neck immediately, and the head that had used lime and secret methods to keep the muscles from rot fell to the ground along the knife mark.

"Looking for death!" Di Qinglin was furious, his right palm had been shot out, and it was heavily printed on Lan Yichen's mouth of Yue Xiong.

With his palms intersecting, Di Qinglin backed three steps, Lan Yichen flew out and hit a row of corpses along the way.

After he fell to the ground, he vomited a mouthful of blood, his whole body withered on the ground, his face like pale gold.

"The posterity is terrifying." Lan Yichen smiled bitterly: "The sword is like lightning, and the inner strength is the world's strongest. Liu Xu, this time we are probably miscalculating."

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

What's the use of getting up?

Although Di Qinglin severely injured his arm, or suffered a great internal injury, he could not even use a single knife to 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 did not kill anyone, nor did he pick up a thin knife, but stood still, staring blankly at the corpse damaged in the fight.

Di Qinglin's face was full of tension and heartache, like a child who saw his most beloved toy being crushed by a foot.

He rushed to the back of Wan Junwu's body, pulled out the sword on his back, and muttered: "It doesn't hurt or it hurts. It's okay. Just pull it out."

Kneeling on the ground again, he held up the head of the beauty that had been cut off by the thin knife with one arm, hurriedly trying to reattach the head to his neck.

"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 Lan Yichen hit, squatting down and struggling to lift the corpse up again.

With only one arm left, he finally lifted a corpse and hugged it in his arms with difficulty. One could not stand firmly, and the corpse fell to the ground again, dragging Di Qinglin to the ground and turning a few somersaults.

The corpse's head hit the ground hard, cracking open with a "click".

Di Qinglin's white clothes were already stained with blood and dust. He completely ignored him and crawled back to the corpse. With the remaining arm, he pressed the head of the corpse, trying in vain to close it again.

The cracked head is like a dry walnut, close, crack, close again, crack again...

Di Qinglin was so anxious that his tears were left.

Yang Zheng was lucky, because he turned his back to the sky and didn't see all the hell.

Lan Yichen's eyes stared and fell, and his body was cold.

That day, Liu Xu asked him to make an appointment for a battle. Tune Tiger Lishan and transfer Di Qinglin out of the Hou Mansion. When he followed Liu Xu into this crypt, he already thought he had seen the most terrifying scene in the world, but what happened before his eyes , It was almost ten times more shocking than the shock it gave him that day!

After a while, Di Qinglin finally stopped trying to repair the corpse. He pressed down strongly, and the cracked head suddenly became a pool of broken bones. ..