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The bleeding effect was still going on, but Qin Lang didn't show the pained expression that Blood Fang was looking forward to. Instead, he grinned and laughed "hahahaha".

When Xue Ya saw Qin Lang's smile, his body trembled subconsciously, and cold sweat broke out on his back, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He just felt that the smile was like a devil's smile, and it definitely had malicious intentions!

For some reason, a thought couldn't stop popping up in his mind, maybe they really messed with the wrong person, this is a lunatic, a bloodthirsty lunatic!

The tearing pain continuously came from the abdomen, but Qin Lang didn't grunt, on the contrary, he was even a little excited.

Facing such a powerful enemy like him, Blood Fang didn't immediately lose his will to fight. Instead, he gained a breakthrough after becoming competitive.

And he is actually in the same state. He has been winning battles recently and has hardly been injured. After this injury, he was stimulated by blood and became extremely excited, as if he had found a prey.

Then, in front of Blood Fang, he replaced Mie Jie and took out a new sword.

Xue Fang's eyes froze, Qin Lang's new sword was not a holy weapon or a divine weapon, but a rusty broken sword!

Although his previous sword didn't have any light effects and looked ordinary, it gave off a mysterious feeling. But now the sword in his hand is completely a piece of scrap metal, without any sense of mystery, it's just pure rubbish!

What does he mean?!

Xue Ya gritted his teeth, with anger in his eyes, thinking that Qin Lang was insulting him, as if saying that even he could defeat himself with such a bad sword.

Blood Fang let out an angry snort, holding the bloody dagger tightly with both hands, Qin Lang's HP is only 20% left now, as long as he can use the bleeding effect again, he will definitely die!

"Pay the price for your arrogance!"

Blood Fang sprinted in front of Qin Lang, and launched a fierce attack with both hands, attacking Qin Lang like a storm.

He had just broken through, and his hand felt hot, and he became more and more handy, and the speed of his shots was actually a little faster.

Qin Lang still had a cruel smile on his face, and said coldly: "Feng Xing!"

His speed value has been doubled.

In the past, his body couldn't develop such a fast speed at all, but now it's different, he feels that he can even go faster!

In his eyes, Bloodfang's attack seemed to be getting slower and slower. He could see each blow clearly, and then quickly drew out his sword to block all his attacks.

"Clang clang clang!"

The air became scorched, Blood Fang was still immersed in the hearty attack, and he didn't realize at all that his attack rhythm had been firmly controlled by Qin Lang. Later, even Qin Lang was the first to make preparations to block, Then Bloodfang's dagger came down.

If someone could see clearly, they would be amazed at this scene. It wasn't Blood Fang who waved before the attack, but Qin Lang was guiding Blood Fang's attack, letting him hit his sword with every move!

Gradually, Xueya felt his arm a little sore, and he suddenly woke up. He just launched a round of berserk attack, but it didn't seem to have caused Qin Lang a little damage. His dagger didn't seem to even touch Qin Lang's clothes. been.

Seeing a slight change in Xue Ya's expression, Qin Lang narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and suddenly accelerated the speed of his hands.

The situation was reversed, Qin Lang was attacking, and Blood Fang was desperately defending.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Blood Fang kept parrying Qin Lang's attacks with the dagger, and was able to catch all of them at first, but Qin Lang's speed increased instead of decreasing, and Blood Fang couldn't stand it anymore.

His eyes were fixed on Qin Lang's sword all the time, and he stretched out his dagger to block it, but this time it was empty, the sword disappeared out of thin air like an illusion. "When it reappeared, it had already passed him. waist.

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Not too high damage value appeared on his body, and his waist was only cut a little bit of skin, only a small mark, not even blood.

He has a total of 6 billion life points, this little damage is not worth mentioning to him, but a bad feeling rose in his heart.

"Chi Chi Chi!"

Qin Lang's sword kept hitting him, and he felt as if he had been bitten by countless ants. There was a crisp and itchy feeling on his body, and the damage number of ten thunders appeared on his head.

He hastily exhaled the damage statistics bar, and was shocked. In the instant just now, he had suffered more than 40 attacks!

More than 40 attacks per second, this is too fucking nonsense! Could it be that he has the hand of God?

Then before he could react, the number was refreshed again, 50 times, 60 times...finally reached the limit of 71 times!

His health bar was also dropping at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his heart tightened, he couldn't sit still, he had to block Qin Lang's attack.

But this time, no matter how accurate he was, he couldn't block Qin Lang's sword when he made a move. He tried again and again, but failed again and again.

His eyes gradually became sour, and his vision became more and more dizzy, and finally he even saw a wonderful scene. In his eyes, everything else disappeared, only countless sword shadows, and those sword shadows were like a huge monster. It surged forward, wanting to swallow him alive.

... "Shut up!"

His whole body was covered with bloodstains, and he looked like a blood man.

At the beginning, it felt neither painful nor itchy, but later it began to make his whole body ache, and even his head became dizzy due to excessive bleeding.

His body (Wang Hao) also began to become unstable, and his hands more often swung the dagger subconsciously.

He has completely turned into a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Although the damage Qin Lang hit him every time was very low, but the number was really too much, and now it was endangering his life.

He kept retreating, staggering, if not for his strong willpower, he might have already knelt down on the ground.

The blood volume dropped rapidly, less and less, less and less, and was finally completely emptied after Qin Lang pierced his chest with a sword.

He fell to the ground and stared blankly at Qin Lang who took back the broken sword. For some reason, at this moment, there was no trace of resentment or unwillingness in his heart, and there was only a faint satisfaction. He finally saw the real speed.

Before his soul floated out of the corpse, he had already chosen to be resurrected, and then quietly left the realm of beasts alone. .