"Do you really think that I can't punish you?" He Leng looked at Lin Zihan, looking at the superior Lin Zihan with a sinister look in his eyes.
When their eyes met, Lin Zihan was a little panicked. He Leng's gaze was like a wild beast, wanting to bite Lin Zihan into pieces. His vicious gaze was like a wild beast rushing towards a lamb.
Lin Zihan didn't know why He Leng seemed to be more willing to fight than he had just killed the Shenghui Masters and seriously injured Si Kedi easily.
At this time, Lin Zihan looked at He Leng in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little wary in his heart. At least his seemingly effortless attack just now also consumed a lot of his energy.
"If you have any other tricks, just use them~!" Lin Zihan clenched the Dragon Blood Sword in his right hand and waved the sword's edge, pointing at He Leng standing in the rain.
He Leng stood among the broken ice, among the frozen corpses. The rain falling from the sky washed away the ice that was as tepid as stones.
"Heavy rain ~ Ice-condensing thorns ~"
He Leng waved the frost thorn in his hand, and a stream of cold air burst out from the tip of the spear. The cold air passed through the rain curtain, passed in front of Lin Zihan, and directly penetrated Lin Zihan's body.
A chill passed through Lin Zihan's body.
An ice flower slowly bloomed from Lin Zihan's chest. On Lin Zihan's chest, the frost condensed and formed a crystal clear ice flower.
With his body numb, Lin Zihan lowered his head and glanced at his chest. The position where the ice flower bloomed happened to be the position of his heart. After the cold air penetrated the body, it accurately found Lin Zihan's heart.
The cold air followed Lin Zihan's blood and infected Lin Zihan's whole body. The moment the ice flowers bloomed on his chest, Lin Zihan's whole body fell into an ice cave.
Then, Lin Zihan felt that the rain falling around him turned into ice needles, falling into his body and piercing his skin, causing the blood under his dragon scales to flow more slowly.
"This feeling..." Lin Zihan understood that He Leng's power alone was not enough to make his situation so difficult with just one move.
Turning his head and looking back, Lin Zihan saw the person he least wanted to see.
"Sang Mo...?" Lin Zihan's lips were also covered with a layer of frost, and his teeth trembled as he said that name, the name that made Lin Zihan almost lose his life.
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"Not good~!" On the hill in the distance, Chen Ling saw Sang Mo who suddenly appeared on the battlefield. Chen Ling knew that the person who came was not evil.
"He is Sang Mo, the man who made Lin Zihan lie in the ward. This time..." Chen Ling turned his gun and moved it from He Leng's body to Sang Mo's body.
But when Chen Ling wanted to aim and lock Sang Mo, Chen Ling suddenly felt that his eyes were foggy, and a golden flash appeared in the scope. He was unable to completely lock Sang Mo's position.
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"There, a sniper rifle, a sniper rifle capable of killing an S-class beast on the spot, was pointed at my head. Unfortunately, under the holy gold, he couldn't see me clearly~!"
Sang Mo said, his body was covered by a golden armor, with a golden luster. Under the refraction of the rain, even Lin Zihan was so far away, he felt Sang Mo's shadow appeared in front of his eyes, and saw several figures.
"Holy Gold~Cover~"
Sang Mo slowly raised his right hand, and lightly tapped the raindrops in front of him with his fingers. Along with a golden light, all the raindrops suddenly stopped in this world of heavy rain.
Even the water droplets that fell into the stagnant water and splashed the raindrops suddenly stopped. Half of the raindrop fell into the water, and the other half was still above the water. A lifelike water splash was about to bloom.
"The ability of the realm..." Lin Zihan knew very well the extent of the power released by Sang Mo behind him.
After not seeing each other for such a short period of time, I am growing up. Sang Mo, who has been given high hopes by Shenghui and Sang Yan, is also growing, even growing as fast as myself.
"Originally I wanted to fight you fairly, but you are too strong and too scary. For Shenghui's hard work over the years, I can't take the risk~!"
Sang Mo looked at Lin Zihan and said with some arrogance. After all, for Sang Mo, the Long Zi in front of him was his lifelong rival and the enemy he was entangled in his fate.
Just like Sang Yan and Lan Luoran were destined enemies, Lin Zihan and Sang Mo were also destined to be rivals.
"Haha..." Lin Zihan didn't reply, just smiled coldly.
"Why was the oppressive aura of the holy gold familiar to me at that time? Since I have already done it, why do I need to find some excuse?" Lin Zihan smiled contemptuously, but chose to despise Sang Mo who appeared.
The armor flipped over, and the golden armor on Sang Mo's body, with aura of holy gold passing through the rain, spread out slowly like ink dripping into the clear water, dyeing a pool of clear water.
"Don't worry, I only want your life and I won't hurt anyone else..." Sang Mo said, golden light condensed in his right hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand.
The sword blade waved, threads of holy gold aura trembled, and a golden blade fell on Lin Zihan's back.
The golden blade fell, leaving a clear knife mark on Lin Zihan's blood-filled bone wings, but the knife mark pierced the blood and emitted a golden luster.
The blood wrapped around the golden color makes it look a bit more coquettish.
Lin Zihan's body also fell to the ground under the golden blade, falling in front of He Leng and among the cold corpses.
The body fell to the ground, the bone wings behind Lin Zihan trembled and whined, and the bright red dragon scales on his body became much darker.
At this time, Lin Zihan was almost lying on the ground, his knees bent hard, and his arms pushed his body up.
Although the holy gold's suppression of the dragon's blood would not be 100% suppressive, it also greatly weakened the power of the dragon's blood, making Lin Zihan, who was originally full of strength, become much more discouraged.
He Leng lowered his head, looked at Lin Zihan who had fallen at his feet, walked up to Lin Zihan, raised the frost thorn in his hand, and lifted Lin Zihan's chin with the tip of the spear.
"Weren't you still very arrogant just now?" He Leng said in a deep voice, with a mocking tone, more of a mockery of Lin Zihan's embarrassment.
"..." Lin Zihan said nothing, and just let the cold tip of the spear slide along his jaw, towards his Adam's apple, and towards his chest.
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"Chen Ling, why don't you shoot yet~!" An urgent question suddenly sounded from behind Chen Ling. Because Chen Ling was so focused just now, he was confused that he couldn't lock Sang Mo, so he kept trying, and his nerves were tense. He didn't even notice someone coming behind him.
Lu Fu stood behind Chen Ling, looking through the telescope at everything happening in the station.
"Lu Fu, why are you back? Didn't I ask you to take the Black Yao Army to withdraw?" Chen Ling looked at Lu Fu behind him in surprise. What shocked Chen Ling even more was that behind Lu Fu, there were three people with him. The Black Yao Army consists of more than a dozen people.
"The Black Yao Army has moved. I'm just a patrol here." Lu Fu explained. Before coming here, Lu Fu had thought of an excuse, an excuse for himself and an excuse for Wang Qin.
Chen Ling looked at the soldiers behind Lu Fu. They were the most elite members of the Black Yao Army. Seven or eight of them should be at the level of captains of the action team. Who had ever seen an officer serve as a patrol team soldier?
"..." Chen Ling didn't know how to thank Lu Fu for a while. At least Lu Fu, who didn't seem to be very close to Lin Zihan, still missed Lin Zihan in his heart. Like himself, he regarded Lin Zihan as a friend.
"Are we going to take action?" Lu Fu looked at Lin Zihan who was knocked to the ground, but he was not in a hurry to take action.
Lu Fu was not a fool. Lin Zihan actually said that the Black Yao Army should evacuate. It was obvious that the opponent that appeared was not something that the Black Yao Army could deal with. If Lu Fu took action rashly, he would just be sent to his door.
What's more, Lu Fu didn't believe that Lin Zihan would be so vulnerable.
"I don't know. The Holy Gold has a great control over Long Xin. It's hard for Lin Zihan to win against Sang Mo, who is about the same strength." Chen Ling looked at everything that happened in the station.
"Since he asked us to evacuate, he should have other means." Lu Fu looked at the direction of the battlefield. He always felt that Lin Zihan had a back-up plan.
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"Are you done?" Lin Zihan raised his head proudly, even though his body was being suppressed by the pressure of the falling rain and was unable to move.
Sang Mo's blow just now, the power of holy gold penetrated Lin Zihan's heart and lungs, and instantly annihilated the dragon blood power in Lin Zihan's body.
"Hey, you still want to get up?" He held the frost thorn in his right hand and suddenly fell to the ground. The rain became more rapid. The power in the rain also caused Lin Zihan's body to have a more intimate embrace with the water on the ground.
Sang Mo just watched from a distance, holding the Holy Gold Sword in his hand, a weapon that was born to suppress the dragon clan.
Sang Mo couldn't bear it, at least he didn't think that He Leng should humiliate his opponent like this. This was not like the rumored fifth elder, the cold-faced young man who was pure and innocent.
Si Kaidi dragged his tired body and walked towards Lin Zihan. He also wanted to vent the pain of his broken arm.
"Don't forget, I have another identity~!" Lin Zihan's voice came out from between his teeth. He was trying his best to support his body to cope with the pressure falling on his body.
Hearing Lin Zihan's voice, He Leng was just stunned for a moment, and then the sudden chill that swept over him, the kind of chill that suddenly frightened He Leng, radiated from the spine behind Lin Zihan.
The bone wings dissipated and were replaced by a spine that exuded a frosty blue luster, as frosty blue as thousands of years of ice.
The frost-blue luster was far more pure than the frost thorn in He Leng's hand.
