Chapter 1911 (1/2)

Shi Sheng jumped off the iron sword and rushed into the battle circle with the iron sword.

Ruan Zhimo and a Yu are in the center, and Shi Sheng, a walking fighter, rushes in front of them as if he had crossed a deserted land.

”Qing Yuan...” Ruan Zhimo gritted her teeth and drowned in the roar of the falling iron sword.

When facing the ghost cry, Ruan Zhimo didn't feel this way.

The blood of the whole body seemed to be frozen, and her limbs were cold and numb, unable to move. Fear spread from the depths of her heart, such as vines, wrapped around her heart in circles, tightly strangled, making her unable to breathe.

”Be careful!”

Ah Yu's voice pulled back Ruan Zhimo's thoughts, and her body instinctively retreated back. The iron sword wiped her side face, and the cold suddenly swept over, and half of her face seemed to be frozen into ice.

Ah Yu pulled her from behind. She was saved like a drowning man, breathing fresh air.

It's scary.

That feeling just now

Shua Shua——

Seeing that Ruan Zhimo was in a bad state, ah Yu didn't dare to loosen her. When she dodged, Sheng cut at random.

”Zhi Mo, ah Yu!” The voice of Huayang miracle doctor sounded from the other side.

Ah Yu turned her head and saw that the miracle doctor Huayang was forced to the corner by the ghost cry, and there were people waiting for the opportunity to move next to him, ready to rob the ghost cry at any time.

Ah Yu was distracted. There was a pain on her shoulder. Ruan Zhimo fell out of his arms. He tried to hold her. However, the next second, the whole person fell to the ground and was trampled on her chest.

”Du suihan? Is that you?” The woman's crisp voice came into his ears.

When she cut him just now, she obviously felt the resistance of cutting the protagonist. Since Du suihan is the male leader in this script, the man with a mask is likely to be Du suihan.

Ah Yu snorted coldly, ”Du suihan died early.”

”Really?” Shi Sheng took off his mask with an iron sword. Ah Yu couldn't stop it. The bondage on his face was light.

The original owner hadn't seen Du suihan, so Shi Sheng turned and asked Wangshu not far away, ”is this Du suihan?”

Wang Shu pushed away several people who were in the way. When he came to Sheng, he glanced at ah Yu's face. ”I said that linghezong's first genius could die so easily. Tut... It was a fake death.”

This undoubtedly proves ah Yu's identity.

He is Du suihan.

Shi Sheng was not very interested in whether he was Du suihan, so he turned out jade bamboo from him.

”Qing Yuan!” A shrill yell crossed the chaotic field.

Shi Sheng looked sideways and saw a human shadow plundering towards her very quickly. It was Ruan Zhimo. What she held in her hand was the ghost cry that was still in other people's hands before.

The ghost sobbed across the air, and the sobbing sound seemed to ring out from all directions.

Shi Sheng raised his iron sword to block the ghost cry. The two swords collided and sparks splashed.

Ruan Zhimo pulled the ghost cry to the side, and the harsh sound immediately rang through the whole space. She raised the ghost cry again and cut it off.

Shi Sheng kicked Du suihan aside in the right direction where there were many people. Even after Du suihan died for four years, many people knew him. It was too late for Du suihan to cover up.

……

”Zheng!”

”Bang Dang!”

These two sounds sounded at the same time. When they looked up, they saw the figures constantly intersecting in the air. At this time, they had separated, and a black blade fell from the air and inserted into the gap of the unrecognized street.

Then a figure fell.

Ruan Zhimo's blood gas surged in her body, and a mouthful of blood gushed out. She grabbed the gravel on the ground, and the green tendons on the back of her hand burst, ”Qingyuan...”