The sharp cold light of the dagger was like a ghost, stabbed down with a deadly force.

This is a killer move!

Jialiu was forced to stalemate with Zhan Beihan, and his whole body seemed to be locked. He clearly noticed that the wind was not good, but he had no time to hide for a while.

At the critical moment, his sinister eyes suddenly opened, and dense bloodshot spread in his pupils, like a wild beast that was forced to the extreme madness. He responded in an instant.

The muscles in his body were mobilized, and the moment the dagger was about to penetrate his neck-

Jialiu suddenly shrank his shoulders, raised his head back, and a left hand was released, and his clenched fist suddenly attacked.

A ring with a barbed finger on the middle finger of the fist stroked a cold light, piercing Xiao Lingyue's side neck.

Xiao Lingyue's pupils shrank and she was caught off guard.

The next second, a hoarse roar of pain rang out: "Ah—"

Just as Jialiu was diligently dodging the dagger, Zhan Beihan suddenly increased his strength, and the short knife in his hand easily pressed over the resistance blade and slashed violently from Jialiu's right shoulder.

A very deep wound instantly penetrated Jiali's upper body, from his right shoulder to his left abdomen, almost cutting him open.

A large amount of blood gushed out, and the white ribs could be seen in the rolled wound flesh.

But this is not over yet.

After Zhan Beihan succeeded with a blow, Xiao Lingyue's dagger also cut across, but Jialiu avoided the vital points of his neck.

The dagger slashed over his left shoulder tilted, and a string of scarlet blood was raised.

At the same time, Xiao Lingyue himself was also unavoidable. The hidden weapon ring worn on Jialiu's fingers scratched the side of his neck, leaving a slender bloody cut.

The entire process takes place very quickly, almost in less than a few seconds.

Jialiu roared in pain, and his whole body splattered blood and leaned back. Zhan Beihan instantly put his knife back in his hand, kicking Jialiu's chest with a fierce whip leg, kicking him out seven or eight meters, and falling heavily into the pile of fallen leaves.

"Bang!!" There was a huge muffled sound.

The fallen leaves splashed with blood were raised one after another, and a clear pit fell from the ground.

Jialiu fell into a deep pit, and there was no movement for a moment, not knowing whether it was death or life.

Xiao Lingyue gasped and rested, stopped, frowned and touched the wound on the side of her neck.

"Is it okay?" Zhan Beihan strode over, grabbed her wrist and looked down at her.

Xiao Lingyue raised her head and saw his frowning eyebrows. In his dark and deep narrow eyes, his emotions were deeply suppressed, like a bottomless abyss, making people feel suffocating pressure.

However, Xiao Lingyue was already used to it. She put down her hand and hid her blood-stained right hand behind her, and said as if nothing had happened: "Where did you go just now?"

"There are other dead soldiers nearby, I just got dragged down." Zhan Beihan paused and stared at her, "What's wrong with her hands?"

"Not much" Xiao Lingyue hasn't finished speaking.

Zhan Beihan said: "Stretch out and show it to me!"

The tone is uncommon.

Xiao Lingyue: ""

She was helpless and funny for a moment. Now she was not the time to talk nonsense, so she stretched out her right hand behind her back.

Zhan Beihan saw the broken wound on the tiger's mouth at a glance.

It was originally bandaged with a cloth strip, and the blood stopped, but due to repeated shock and tearing/breaking, the visible to the naked eye became more serious.

A large amount of blood stains had soaked the strips of cloth and meandered along her slender phalanx and wrist bones.

Because after a while, the blood stains condensed into dark red blood scabs, which clotted on her cold white skin, making her look particularly dazzling.
Chapter completed!