Can't delay any more.

Chen Le felt that if this situation continues, Lu Heng will definitely not be able to withstand it first.

He didn't understand.

Why is a woman with a graceful and full figure, so full and so resistant to beating?

Lu Heng's punch might be able to hit him directly, but after being beaten so many times, the white-faced ghost still stands tall.

Hell, is this still a woman?

Chen Le didn't dare to act rashly. If he was accidentally scraped into the battle circle of the two, he would easily be shattered by their murderous aura.

He cannot be anxious, he must lurk in the dark like a hunter, quietly waiting for the opportunity to pursue his prey.

In fact, he still had the biggest hidden worry in his heart, but at present, even the white-faced ghost could not solve it, so he had no time to care about another worry that he didn't know the truth or the false.

On the battlefield over there, the fierce battle between the White-Faced Ghost and Lu Heng continued.

The dust in the sky was flying, and the broken wood was broken.

There were countless pits of large and small left on the ground, and it was no longer clear whether it was Lu Heng or the white-faced ghost.

Only the huge fist shadows in the sky and the figure of the white-faced ghost stained with blood were constantly changing in the center of the battlefield in the distance.

After another loud "boom", Lu Heng's punch with all his might once again knocked the white-faced ghost to the ground, causing a round of sand and dust to spread outward.

Another big pit suddenly appeared on the ground.

On the surface, Lu Heng was the dominant one, but his face was not very good.

Although he had become green and full of green, his face is now bluer, and his breathing is getting heavier, and he feels a little gasping.

After the transformation of the zombie ghoul, it can greatly strengthen the physical strength, patience, and physical indicators of the ghost clan. Even so, Lu Heng was a little breathless.

From this we can see that even if the white-faced ghost is not a complete white-faced ghost, it also puts great pressure on him.

On the other hand, the white-faced ghost is actually not very pleasant.

At first glance, she looked at Lu Heng as if she was just starting out, with a light look, and a very graceful smile, "It seems that the forbidden medicine and the ghoul will not last long."

But that's just on the surface.

Chen Le found that the white-faced ghost had a flaw. One of the most obvious features was that when she got up again, her head swayed for a moment.

She was a little dizzy.

This is a symptom of excessive blood loss.

Even though the body of the ghost clan is extremely strong, the white-faced ghost has suffered so many injuries and lost so much blood this night, and now it has finally begun to show fatigue on her body.

Have a chance!

Very chance!

Lu Heng was almost out of reach, but the white-faced ghost should be the same, and her body couldn't hold on anymore.

After all, it is the body of a woman after all, and the body is naturally inferior to that of a man in terms of physical combat.

Lu Heng stared at the white-faced ghost without saying a word.

After taking another big breath, he roared "drink" and pounced on the white-faced ghost.

Another crazy attack that was desperate, as if he had made up his mind to pull the white-faced ghost into the water even if he died.

This is also the reason why the white-faced ghost is hard to resist.

She is not easy to stop a person who is willing to die.

During the storm attack, Lu Heng also discovered it.

"I really don't have much time, but how long can you last? After so much injuries, my anger has become much weaker."

"Don't worry, I'll kill you right away!"

That being said, the White-Faced Ghost still cannot find any opportunity to counterattack from the opponent's raindrop-like fist.

At the same time, Chen Le quietly adjusted his position.

"Mountain collapse punch!"

Just saw Lu Hengmeng's tower step forward, and a round of boxing like a sea of ​​fists came.

The fragile body of the white-faced ghost was like a leaf floating in the wind and rain, and was suddenly blown away.

The white-faced ghost could not bear the howling punch at all and flew straight backwards.

"The best opportunity is now!"

The white-faced ghost's retreating body flew straight from the front, and was about to fly over from Chen Le carefully selected position and hit the mountain rock behind him.

It was too late to say it, then it was soon.

Chen Le tried his best to apply the soul of Qi to the limit and rushed out of the shadow of the trees.

In the golden eyes, the clock shines brightly.

The murderous aura on his body condensed at the tip of the sword. He stepped out with one foot, and the long sword cut through the moonlight, passing a horizontal and brilliant track in the air.

The seemingly simple sword seemed to condense more than ten sword skills. One sword was drawn out, destroying the dead, breaking through the thorns, gathering thousands of lights at one point, as if all the moonlight was gathered on the sword body. The world was dim, and only the sword light was.

"God breaks!"

It seems that he is going to cut the person out of it.

However, in just a moment, I saw the white-faced ghost, whose body stagnated, and a 360-degree backflip in the air, and his whole body turned upside down, just right away from Chen Le's sword that was about to cut her from it.

Chen Le's sword was cut in vain.

The white-faced ghost hung upside down in the air and interspered with Chen Le. He grinned and smiled brightly, "Good brother, you are still far from getting involved in this kind of battle."

At the moment of crossing, the White-Faced Ghost made a light and graceful butterfly-like movement. While avoiding Chen Le's sword, he grabbed Chen Le's shoulder with one hand, wielded his body with one force, swept his legs, swept over Chen Le's cheek, and kicked him again, hitting Chen Le's chest.

He kicked Chen Le away with one kick, and "boom" and passed all the force that was originally applied to him to Chen Le.

Chen Le suddenly felt like he was hit head-on by a truck. He flew backwards, hit the stone rock behind him, and then fell to the ground with a "bang".

At that time, I felt that my internal organs were about to be shattered by this kick, and I vomited a large mouthful of blood.

The white-faced ghost stood in place so elegantly, looking at Chen Le, and smiled, "It's really confusing, good brother, I don't know where you learned the Blood God Break from, but you learned it very well. But this blood clan's unique skill is said to be able to kill the God. Isn't it the more blood you touch on the sword? If you pick up a broken sword, you won't even drop blood, and you want to kill your sister, you're too despised."

"Okay, brother, be good, rest there. When my sister cleans up him, I will train you well. Before that, you can lie down and don't make my sister angry anymore. He will soon be out of here!"

As soon as the White-Faced Nervous finished speaking, he was about to turn around and felt a flash of light flashing. It was too late to avoid it.

My body swayed slightly, and I felt a little dizzy.

The rapid light directly penetrated her side shoulder and steadily inserted it to the ground.

Most of the long arrows were sank into the ground, and the beautiful arrow-tailed feathers still had the blood shining under the moonlight on the white-faced ghost's body...
Chapter completed!