I'm not a drama god

Feeling the gaze under Chen Ling's mask, Jian Changsheng's heart trembled slightly. This gaze gave him an inexplicably familiar sense of oppression...

But Jian Changsheng quickly suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, held the blood-stained dagger, and swung it hard, and dozens of blood droplets flew toward Chen Ling again!

Dang-dang-dang! !

The continuous collision of knives and swords made dense sounds. Jian Changsheng relied on the terrifying maneuverability brought by the [Drip Blood Tuo] to suppress Chen Ling. His figure was like a bloody ghost, appearing and disappearing on the battlefield where countless blood spattered. It was impossible to tell which direction the next knife would come from.

"It turns out it's just a level one." The corners of Jian Changsheng's mouth raised slightly under the bandage, "Without [Drip Blood Tuo], you can't defeat me."

On the same path, the higher the level, the more skills you have. For battles below the Western level, the number of skills can almost determine the outcome of the battle, and this figure wearing a black mask is still I haven't used [Blood Dropper] for a long time, so it must be a first-level one.

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly. Although he was retreating while fighting, his steps were not chaotic at all, and he quickly retreated to the wilderness outside the crematorium.

"Really?" Chen Ling said calmly.

His fingertips quickly picked up a branch on the ground and broke it in half from the center. At the same time, the bloody dagger stabbed his chest again at an alarming speed!

Snapped--!

Jian Changsheng's eyes only felt blurry. The dagger in his hand instantly turned into half a branch. It poked Chen Ling's hard chest and broke into several pieces from the middle.

At the same time, the remaining half of the branch in Chen Ling's hand turned into the dagger and was held tightly in his hand.

Jian Changsheng froze on the spot.

"Now, can you still dodge?"

The next moment, a cold light flashed across like a crescent moon, and the sharp blade cut Jian Changsheng's throat, as if to decapitate him!

Without the dagger, Jian Changsheng could not rely on the shock of blood drops to change positions during the battle. Fortunately, Jian Changsheng reacted quickly and leaned back a little in time, thus avoiding the fate of being killed instantly.

Even so, scarlet blood still couldn't stop pouring out from the broken blood vessels, instantly staining the ground with a large pool of blood.

But Chen Ling's offensive did not stop there. After slashing out with the knife, he slightly arched his figure, and a steady stream of power gathered from the wounds all over his body. He blasted the air with a roaring side kick, making a sharp explosion, and hit hard. In Jian Changsheng's chest!

Jian Changsheng's chest seemed to have been hit by a meteorite, and it collapsed instantly. His whole body flew backwards for more than ten meters, and after breaking several tree trunks, he fell into a cloud of flying dust.

Chen Ling wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, held a knife in one hand and a sword in the other, and walked slowly in that direction.

Previously, Jian Changsheng suppressed him for a long time with his perverted [Drip Blood Tuo]. Chen Ling finally found the opportunity to use [Scarlet Trick] to counterattack, and this counterattack was enough to turn the tide of the battle... The beheading sword and Qianjun Even a third-level leg cannot bear it.

However, things were somewhat beyond Chen Ling's expectations.

When he saw a figure covered in blood struggling to stand up from the pool of blood, Chen Ling's face looked a little ugly under the mask.

Tsk...it's really hard to kill.

The last time Chen Ling found it difficult to kill was the Jian Changsheng he met in the Bing Dao Ancient Collection... and the one in front of him seemed to be even more difficult to kill than the Jian Changsheng at that time.

At this moment, Jian Changsheng was also a little confused.

He still hasn't recovered from Chen Ling's substitution trick just now. He doesn't understand why Chen Ling has such weird skills even though they are both on the [Asura] path? Is his [Shura] fake, or is the other person's [Shura] fake?

Speaking of which, he had encountered an opponent with messy and evil skills before... At this moment, Jian Changsheng, who claimed to be a genius, once again recalled the fear of being dominated by Chen Ling.

Jian Changsheng shook his head and put these fears behind him for the time being. He was already on the verge of death. It was the time when the [Blood Clothes] could reach its peak. If it dragged on any longer, he might really fall into a trap. here!

Jian Changsheng took a deep breath, stepped hard on the pool of blood with the sole of his foot, and flying blood splashed to the west!

In the dark dense forest, Chen Ling suddenly felt a series of punches coming from all around. This time, he did not choose to attack hard, but relied on the terrifying insight of the [Secret Eye] to frantically dodge Jian Changsheng's attacks.

Although both of them have [Blood Clothes], Jian Changsheng is now more seriously injured, and his speed and strength are much higher than Chen Ling. If he is touched by that fist, Chen Ling will probably be put into a near-death state... …But Chen Ling doesn’t want to risk his life here.

Chen Ling narrowed her eyes slightly. Seeing that she was about to be forced into a blind corner by that fist, she patted her chest lightly with both hands.

As crisp applause rang out, Chen Ling in Jian Changsheng's eyes suddenly turned into red butterflies flying in the sky, floating in the wind of his fists... Jian Changsheng jumped into the air. He was looking around the Western Zhou Dynasty blankly, and a sudden wave of lightning struck him. A sharp sting came from my cheek!

At some point, Chen Ling had already flashed to his side like a ghost. She cut open his cheek with a short knife and cut off the bandage wrapped around his face. The bloody fragments fell to the ground...

Jian Changsheng was startled, and then anger and cruelty appeared in his eyes. He did not choose to cover his face, but grabbed Chen Ling's black mask with his backhand!

Snapped--!

Even though Chen Ling tried her best to retreat, the fierce wind of the fist still shattered the mask, and the two faces were exposed to the dim moonlight at the same time, and they retreated one after another.

The moment she saw Jian Changsheng's face clearly, Chen Ling froze on the spot.

Of course Chen Ling recognized that face, but Jian Changsheng should have died in the Ancient Cang of Bingdao... At that time, he used the [Tribunal] to first annihilate the opponent's heart, and then specifically confirmed that there was no life breath. , people have become hardened, how can they still stand here alive now?

Chen Ling was extremely shocked, but at the same time, the doubts that had been bothering him for a long time were finally solved... No wonder his identity was exposed so quickly. It turned out that someone slipped through the net and ran back to Aurora City.

Looking back at Jian Changsheng, he was slightly relieved when he saw the new face belonging to "Lin Yan"...

Fortunately, the person behind the mask is not Chen Ling in red.

When he was fighting with this mysterious man just now, the pressure the other party brought to him made him feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity... He even really thought about whether the man in front of him was Chen wearing a mask. Ling, after all, in his knowledge, only that weird guy can possess a variety of strange skills.

But now it seems that he was thinking too much.

How could Jian Changsheng, who had already lost his vest, have thought that there was actually a disguised vest under the other party's seemingly thin mask?

Seeing that Chen Ling was still about to take action, Jian Changsheng suddenly spoke,

"and many more!"