Volume 7 Chapter 25 (2/2)

His face turned pale suddenly because of the pain. However, his left hand, like a heavy hammer, hit the back of his long knife with accumulated strength.

The emerald green sword body rubs against the bone, which makes the teeth sour. More blood is spilled out. However, Xue Wantao's eyes, which were full of ridicule, contract quietly. It seems that the dagger in his hand is not flesh and blood, but a thick leather, which makes him unable to turn the sword body for a while, causing more injuries to Lin Xi Mouth.

What surprised him even more was that Lin Xi at the moment could burst out such strength as if he had not been stabbed.

”Boom!”

He holds the five fingers of Lin Xi's blade and sends out a bright yellow light. There is a strong smell in his body, which shakes away on the blade and blocks Lin Xi's driving force.

Lin Xi's right hand holding the knife and the left hand pressing on the back of the knife also spilled blood.

His face grew paler and his body trembled uncontrollably. However, his hands did not leave the black long knife, but they were held tighter and pressed harder.

His hands even heard the sound of flesh and blood splitting, but under his continued exertion, the black blade fell an inch and cut into Xue Wantao's palm.

Blood flowed from Xue's palm along the blade, and Xue's hand quivered and shrunk unconsciously.

Lin Xi's silent again suddenly.

He clenched his teeth, blood dripping from the corners of his lips, and his feet plunged into the earth.

The black long knife slipped along Xue's palm, and the blade of it stabbed Xue's chest.

Xue Wantao looked at the tip of the knife that didn't enter his chest and the hot blood that came out, and there was an incredible look in his eyes.

In a moment of stagnation, he let out a howl like a wounded beast.

This cry is very similar to the howl of Mu Chenyun before he died. Mu Chenyun is unwilling to die in the hands of practitioners who are so different from himself, but he does not believe that Lin Xi can hurt himself.

With a loud bang, the air in front of his whole right leg gave out a huge shock, and his knee hit Lin Xi's * * mercilessly.

Lin Xi's left hand was loose from the blade and hung down. His arm blocked his knee bump.

”When!”

Even if Zhang Ping and Jiang Xiaoyi made the arm guards on his arm, the powerful force made the sound of bone fracture in his arm, and his whole body was knocked upside down and flew out.

The sword body of the emerald green dagger quickly exits from his body as he flies backward, bringing out a bright blood flow between the sword body and his flying backward body.

Xue Wantao looked at Lin Xi, who was flying backward, and looked down at his left hand.

Then he howled again, a howl of real pain and fear.

The black long knife is still tightly held in Lin Xi's hand, but his left five fingers have all fallen to the ground, leaving only half of his hand. The white bone stubble is seeping with blood, which looks terrible.

In the moment of flying backward, Lin Xi did only one thing, and with all his strength, turned the black long knife of his right hand.

The point of his knife had withdrawn from Xue's chest, but Xue's left hand was still on the blade.

So Xue Wantao's five fingers, like five tiny radishes, fell from his hands.

Lin Xi fell to the ground.

Even if he was doing balance exercise every day, he could not control his balance and fell to the ground.

His left shoulder was bloodshot, his left arm hung feebly, between the fingers and palms of his right hand holding the handle of the long knife, there was blood dripping out. However, he was still leaning on the ground with the knife, controlling the trembling of his whole body, and soon stood up.

Looking at his chest is also a wound, holding his left hand and breaking his palm, Xue Wantao, who is still unbelievable, has some proud sarcasm on his face.

”Low level practitioners can also kill high level practitioners I said, I'll try to kill you. ”

Lin Xi gasped, raised the black long knife in his hand, and was ready to approach Xue Wantao, who was more injured than himself.

This is the best time to kill this practitioner, and the other side comes with the most real intention of killing. Naturally, he can't have any left hand.

Xue Wantao suddenly laughs madly, and laughs madly: ”Lin Xi Even so, do you think you can kill me? Do you think I'm the only one in the mountain? Can you escape from such injuries? ”

Although he didn't expect Lin Xi to have such a strong and tenacious will, and his chest near the heart was hurt more seriously than Lin Xi, his cultivation and perception were much higher than Lin Xi. In his sudden burst of crazy laughter, Lin Xi suddenly stopped, and then he heard some slight trampling on the ground.