If he didn't bandage, he would really lose too much blood and faint. The occasional stray images in his sight at this moment are the best proof.

"snort."

Seeing him repeating his old tricks, the old priest seemed to have no worries anymore. He raised the knife and stabbed hard. Compared with the last active attack, it was a bit more pungent and sharp, and also a bit more domineering with a sure chance of victory.

The blade glowed with a cold light and stabbed directly towards Lin Ze's throat.

This is Lao Zongfeng's special move. In England, he used this move to kill Gu Tang.

buzz buzz,

The blade stabs out lifelessly like a poisonous snake in the dark, restrained and sharp, full of the smell of killing.

Lin Ze did not resist in time like the previous time. Instead, he quickly took out the bandage and tied it on his left arm.

snap,

Lin Ze, who was tied with a bandage, raised his right arm slightly and tried to use the handleless knife to remove the spicy and unparalleled attack of the old worshipper.

But Lao Zongfeng almost went all out with this attack, so how could Lin Ze's casual blow be able to deflect it away?

The blade that the old priest held calmly in his hand failed to move away, but was deflected by Lin Ze's hard blow and stabbed towards Lin Ze's left shoulder.

Puchi,

Just after bandaging a wound, the blade pierced Lin Ze's left shoulder again.

At this moment, Lin Ze was more injured than ever...

"Well,."

Lin Ze, who suddenly looked pale, let out a low cry, frowning deeply,

The extremely vigilant and cautious old priest did not continue to attack, but wanted to draw his knife and retreat.

In his opinion, as long as a blow misses the critical point, the opponent has the possibility of counterattack. He doesn't mind wasting some more time dealing with the injured Lin Ze.

With such a meticulous mind, it’s no wonder that this peerless strong man can survive to this day. He is indeed extremely careful.

"Want to leave."

Lin Ze, who looked sluggish and hung his head slightly, sneered cruelly, slowly raised his head, with a ghostly smile on his face, raised his left arm, grabbed the blade that pierced the shoulder socket, and asked the old man to worship him. Unable to move,

Comparing strength,

Even Lin Ze at this moment is far better than Lao Zongfeng.

"So what if I don't leave."

A slight hint of astonishment flashed across the old priest's face, but it was quickly covered up by the coldness. In an instant, he waved his left arm, and a slightly shorter blade fell into the palm of his hand, with a strange cold light directed toward Lin Ze's throat. stab away,

bite,

Lin Ze counterattacked with a knife,

This time, his strength seemed to have suddenly increased, not as weak as when he defended just now.

The old priest had a look of shock on his face. He understood that this boy might be using a trick to fight him to the death.

So what,

Old man, my record of undefeated life in half a lifetime will be ruined by a dying young man like you.

snort,

The swords of the two were stabbing faster and faster, and the swords and swords were flashing and their eyes were dazzled. They almost relied on their sensitive reflexes to fight. If they were not careful, they might leave a bloody hole on their bodies.

"Boy, let's see how long you can hold on." The old priest, whose arms were numb and was experiencing tearing pain from the tiger's mouth, sneered. He knew that the other party would definitely not be able to reach anywhere, and he even saw it. The blood oozing from Lin Ze’s tiger’s mouth,

Looking at the cold and expressionless look on this kid's face, I'm afraid he has already reached the end of his strength.

At this moment, the two of them are completely competing on fighting skills and speed. Whoever is faster may stab the other to death.

But it's obvious that their fighting skills and speed are equally matched.

No,,

Lin Ze is obviously slightly worse in terms of speed. After all, who can ask a person who has lost too much blood to have strong speed?

ding ding,

Sonorous,

The old priest who suddenly accelerated his speed thrust out the blade at a tricky angle, trying to force Lin Ze to throw away the blade.

Kaka,,

Lin Ze didn't let the old worshiper get what he wanted. He hit him hard with the method of killing both the jade and the stone. After the fierce friction between the two blades, a dazzling fire was triggered, which made the two people's arms sore and numb. At the moment when the friction between the blades ended, they were shaken. The blades, whose strength exceeded the limit of the arm's endurance, both slipped away and pierced the side wall.

snap,

The old priest who reacted quickly slapped Lin Ze on the chest, but the latter did not move at all, as if what was slapped was not his body, but an iron plate.

"You still have time to slap me again."

Lin Ze's torn throat made a cold and terrifying sound. His almost unconscious right arm slowly reached out from his waist and took out a Qinglong Yanyue Sword with the murderous aura of the ancient battlefield. It was less than twenty centimeters but full of cold air. ,

snap,

In desperation, the old priest clapped his hand again, trying to scare Lin Ze away.

But Lin Ze had planned it from the beginning and finally let the situation evolve to this point. How could he retreat?

A trace of cruelty flashed across the face that was already stained with blood, and he said in a cold voice: "You shouldn't kill my master."

Whoosh, the knife struck towards the old worshipper’s face.

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Chapter completed!