Chapter 746: Jian Liu Vs. Young Man
Lin Yuan ignored Ying and asked Xuanyuan Ling'er.
"How many points do you still need?"
Xuanyuan Ling'er retracted her disdainful look at Ying and said to Lin Yuan.
"I have less, just over a thousand points."
Lin Yuan nodded slightly after hearing this.
"It just so happens that the one behind me is also short of zero points. You can go together and take care of each other."
Xuanyuan Ling'er looked at Bai Ziling and nodded to her.
Suddenly, Lin Yuan remembered Xuanyuan Chi Ming whom he had met outside before.
"Have you met your brother?"
"No, I have been here for three years and have not seen any familiar figures."
Hearing such an answer, Lin Yuan didn't have anything to say.
"Then let's take a look first."
"It's still early now, let's see if there are any blind people who come here."
Then, he just found a direction and walked.
At this time, he was still walking.
Ying said weakly when she saw Lin Yuan leaving.
"Since you know each other, I will leave first."
Turning around and walking in the opposite direction of Lin Yuan, he was praying in his heart at the same time.
"Don't call me, don't call me."
"Wait." Lin Yuan still called Ying.
Ying cursed inwardly, turned around and looked at Lin Yuan with a smile.
"What's wrong, big... do you have anything else to do?"
Lin Yuan also looked at Ying with a smile and waved at her.
"Are you going to die now or later?"
Hearing this, Ying's heart skipped a beat and she pretended to be very calm.
"Then I will definitely die later."
Lin Yuan's mouth corners rose and he smiled at Ying: "Then follow us, at least 300 points, can't be wasted."
Suddenly, Ying's expression became stiff, and she could no longer maintain her calmness. She shouted at Lin Yuan.
"I have helped you a lot, and this is how you treat me?"
Lin Yuan had a blank expression on his face, but he had already taken out a sword in his hand.
A gust of wind blew around, and the leaves in the distance were rustling, which seemed particularly harsh in this silent environment.
Feeling the murderous intent on Lin Yuan's body, Ying immediately begged for mercy.
"I'll follow you, let me go."
When she said this, the surrounding voices also fell silent, and Lin Yuan put the long sword in his hand back into the storage ring.
He glanced at Ying with an indifferent look.
"Let's go."
After saying this, Lin Yuan took a step and walked in a random direction.
After coming here, he didn't see Jian Liu, so Lin Yuan still planned to look around.
He was not worried about Jian Liu. After all, with his strength, no one could be his opponent in a single fight.
While he was looking for Jian Liu, Jian Liu was also looking for Lin Yuan.
Jian Liu held a very broken sword in his hand, and his ear was facing a young warrior.
"Jian Liu of the Ten Thousand Swords God Dynasty."
When someone called out his name, there was a hint of doubt in his expression.
The kind young man's eyes were suddenly filled with viciousness. "It's really you!"
Jian Liu's ears moved slightly, trying to hear who he was from his voice.
The young warrior's expression revealed cruelty, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.
"Do you remember?"
"In the last Hundred Dynasties Contest, it was your senior brother who killed my brother!"
The young man suddenly laughed strangely.
"In the last Hundred Dynasties Contest, my brother fought hundreds of moves in front of your senior brother, and was killed by your senior brother with one sword."
"At that time, I was watching all this outside. Do you know how sad I was?"
"At that time, I swore that I would make the person who killed the Ten Thousand Swords Divine Dynasty at least cripple one of your arms."
After that, he took out a red long sword from the storage ring.
When he took out the long sword, a beast-like expression appeared on the young man's face, and his eyes turned blood red.
"Hehehe, today is your death."
He saw his body move, turned into a red phantom, and rushed towards Jian Liu.
Jian Liu heard the movement, without the slightest hesitation, and held the broken sword tightly in his hand.
Just as the young man approached, Jian Liu's body moved, turned into several sword shadows and slashed at him.
As the distance between the two got closer and closer.
Soon, the two wrestled together.
But as it got bigger, Jian Liu's expression changed.
"This knife is absorbing my blood."
With every collision between the sword and the knife, Jian Liu felt that his blood was decreasing.
"Let's knock down his knife first."
Jian Liu immediately thought of a way and attacked the young man's arm, trying to cut off his arm directly.
The young man also understood Jian Liu's intention and turned from offense to defense.
"You should have discovered that this knife is devouring your blood."
"I just need to hold you back, and your blood will become less and less until you become a mummy."
The young man grinned hideously, and blood had already flowed from the corner of his mouth, perhaps because he smiled too much.
Jian Liu's face showed vigilance, and his footsteps kept moving back and forth, trying to find the young man's flaws.
The young man held the knife tightly with both hands, his body swayed left and right, and his eyes were fixed on Jian Liu's footsteps.
Just as Jian Liu raised his foot, the young man's eyes flashed.
His figure was like a ghost, splitting into two phantoms and rushing towards Jian Liu.
Jian Liu's ears moved, and he retreated backwards.
Just as he was retreating, a shadow appeared behind Jian Liu.
The shadow held a red long knife in his hand and slashed at Jian Liu.
Jian Liu's face changed, and he dodged by tapping his toes and then kicked back.
His kick went directly through the shadow.
"Didn't touch it?" Jianliu was stunned and immediately put his foot back.
But at this moment, dozens of hands stretched out from the shadow to grab his legs.
Jianliu was shocked and slashed out with his sword behind him, but he could no longer hit Fu.
"Hey, it's no use, you can't touch them."
A young man appeared in front of Jianliu, looking at him teasingly.
"Give up your resistance and you can die quickly." The young man's voice appeared again.
This was the sound appearing from the side of Jianliu.
"You, if I cut off one of your legs, will you still be strong?"
This time it was the shadow behind him who spoke.
Jian Liu sneered, kicked one leg hard, and rushed towards the young man in front.
Under this powerful explosive force, Jianliu actually broke free from several hands from the shadow.
Just as they were about to break free, the young man standing sideways rushed forward.
The red knife in the hands of the young man in front appeared on the side of Zheng Zheng.
He raised the long knife in his hand and slashed hard at Jianliu's leg, with a cruel smile in his eyes.
He wanted to torture Jianliu to death bit by bit.
Even if he, Jianliu, escapes, he will immediately go after him.
He had already investigated and found that there were only two people coming to the Battle of Hundred Dynasties, and neither of them were protected by martial arts warriors.
Just when the sword struck his leg, Jianliu immediately stretched out his sword and blocked his leg.