One thousand one hundred and eighty-two: Eternal interests, turning enemies into friends
His face instantly turned pale, as if coated with a layer of white wax. His body was shaking as if he had been hit hard, his knees were weak, and he had no choice but to kneel on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Dang clang...
The spear hit the back of the sword horizontally, making an exciting muffled sound.
Instead of staggering to the ground, Yan Wan took advantage of the situation to retract his sword, turned around and slashed, and the ancient sword drew a dazzling streak, sweeping towards Hao Xinghe's head among the lightning and flint.
"careful!"
Qinglong's expression changed drastically, and while speaking, he quickly patted a part of the iron box.
Following the sound of a machine gun, an iron rope shot out from the iron box, like a black snake flying into the air, across a distance of several meters, and stabbed towards Yan Wang's head.
Bang...
Sparks flew everywhere, Yan Wanren flipped several times in mid-air, took a few steps back, and landed smoothly. But his chest was heaving violently, and beads of sweat were faintly visible on his forehead.
The pain in his left arm made him raise his eyebrows in displeasure.
Just a moment ago, he crossed his left arm in front of his face. Although the steel armor blocked the sudden attack, the huge force left him with nowhere to unload in the air and he was still injured.
Yan Huan glanced at a copper nail that was knocked out of the arm guard, and said with a sneer: "Qinglong, I have to say, your Qimen Fourteen Styles are really hard to guard against."
"Excellent."
Qinglong's eyes fell on Hao Xinghe's shoulder. When he saw the depression that was gradually soaking his clothes, his heart sank. He threw away the spear in his hand, waved his hand, and pulled out a sharp-edged long knife from the box.
"Back off, I'll take the main attack."
Qinglong took a few steps forward, his eyes fixed on Yan Wan.
"Damn it, if my inner strength is available, I will definitely cut you into a human stick."
Hao Xinghe wiped the blood from his lips, took a few steps back with the soft sword in hand, and looked at Yan Wan with eyes filled with resentment and anger.
"You, you can't." Yan Wang curled his lips and sneered as he stepped forward.
Qinglong held a knife in both hands and faced it bravely: "How can you know the result if you don't try? Life and death are not determined, and everything is still unknown."
"It's too late to know after life and death."
Yan Huan's feet suddenly slipped. He was like a spiritual snake and his sword was like a thunderbolt, attacking the opponent's lower three paths.
The power of the sword is like a rainbow, and the ripples are like the moon.
The swords will collide several times every second, and every time they collide, little sparks will be splashed out.
Hao Xinghe can't intervene at all. He can only use soft swords. If he rushes into the battle group rashly, Qinglong will be restricted and unable to use it.
One plus one is sometimes not greater than one.
"boom!"
Yan Wan's sinister claw caught Qinglong's wrist in a moment. As he pushed and pulled, Qinglong suddenly broke out in cold sweat. Without thinking, he raised his foot and barely pressed it against Yan Wan's waist.
He tilted his head back as hard as he could, and with the sound that sounded like the whisper of death piercing the air, Qinglong felt a coldness on his nose, and a sharp pain passed into his brain.
A piece of flesh on the tip of the nose was shaved off. It's nothing serious, not a big deal.
hide!
Fortunately, Hao Xinghe roared, and the soft sword moved close to Qinglong's armpit, slashing towards Yan Huan's arm from his back.
The arms were protected by iron armor, but there were no joints. Yan Wan had to let go of Qinglong's wrist and slide back a few inches away.
But his left hand was not idle either. He pressed against Qinglong's left leg against his body, scratching through the iron armor, creating dazzling sparks and sharp iron thorns. He fiercely pulled out five scratches on Qinglong's leg that were deep enough to show the bone. mark.
…
Qinglong staggered back, covering the wound on his left leg, gritting his teeth and letting out a few muffled groans. His face was instantly covered with a layer of sweat.
His wound was several inches deep, with white bones faintly visible, and bright red blood sputtered out uncontrollably, leaving a pool of water on the ground in just a moment.
The fight lasted for less than a minute, and Hao Xinghe and Qinglong were injured one after another.
The former's shoulder blade was shattered. Although it was his left shoulder, as long as he made any movement, a continuous and severe pain like a violent wave would hit his brain, causing him endless pain.
Compared with Hao Xinghe, Qinglong was even worse. Because... Yan Wang tempered the poison on the spikes of his gloves.
He had fought with Yan Huan before, and later Suzaku and others died one after another. How could Qinglong not be careful?
You didn't notice that he was wearing a layer of iron armor and wrist armor on his arms, but he was afraid of Yan Wan's flexible iron gloves and his underhanded methods.
However, some places could be protected, but in order to maintain flexibility, Qinglong wore a skirt and armor on his waist and abdomen. He kicked Yan Wan again to save his life. In this case, the end could be imagined.
"One, two, three, four, five..."
Yan Wan put the sword away and returned it to the box, and counted a few numbers lightly. With Qinglong's ferocious and unwilling gaze, his huge body fell to the ground completely.
The sword... is also poisonous.
Hao Xinghe stood there, no longer planning to take action, and seemed to give up the struggle. Just looking at him, his eyes were full of complexity: "Seriously, people cannot be judged by their appearance. As expected, level does not represent everything."
Yan Wang sat on Qinglong's body and broke his neck for safety.
After doing this, he raised his head and said with a smile: "Yuan Yuan, I will kill, Huo Ming, I will kill too. But there is no gain, so I don't want to kill you, because it is meaningless."
Hao Xinghe relaxed, dropped the weapon in his hand, and said. "Because this is not a killing world. If divided, "Factory Guard" should belong to the plot world."
It's not that he believes Yan Wan's words, but because even if he resists desperately now, it's of no use. He can only hold on for a few moves, and then...
It's better to sit down and have a good talk to see if there is still a chance. Leaving this drama requires a decrease in the actor's level as the price, which is too heavy.
He would never take this step unless absolutely necessary.
Especially now, it's the last minute.
"Kill the world?" Yan Wan was a little curious.
"Well, in fact, the whole world can be divided into two worlds, plot and killing." Hao Xinghe nodded and did not hide too much, because it was meaningless.
According to Yan Wan’s performance in this drama, find Shuyuan www.ｽhaosｈhuyuan.comｍ Even if he is ‘E-’, by the time the show ends, he will most likely jump over ‘E’ and go directly to ‘E+’, meeting the promotion standard.
By then, Yan Wan, a D-level actor, will naturally understand these things.
Hao Xinghe said calmly: "This is the plot world, or the novice world you experience, these are all plot worlds.
As for Killing World, the main storyline is single and the purpose is clear. Most of them are similar to promotion tasks.
Killing D-level or higher actors will result in rewards, which may be bonus points, skill points, or items.
In the killing world, it will be richer, but in the plot world, you can only rely on luck.
In fact, I personally think that the plot world is more about letting us people work together to explore branch lines and increase our strength. And killing the world is a test to verify your strength. "
Yan Wan nodded thoughtfully: "It's interesting." Remember the website address, www. Biquxu． Com for easy reading next time, or enter " " in Baidu to enter this site