Chapter 391

From top to bottom, the sergeants of the Ling family army have their own military identity cards.

The military card is the characteristic of Ling Jiajun. It is made of black black black iron with the code of each person's identity engraved on it.

When Ling Jiajun was killed in battle and buried in a foreign country, their bones could not be transported back from afar, so they had to be burned and buried on the spot.

The military card representing their identity will go home with their brothers who are not dead, and they will be buried in their hometown as garlands and become the only thoughts of their relatives.

The army card on the neck of the undead knight, like a sharp blade, deeply pierces Ling Luoyu's heart.

Number one!!!

Military card number - No. 1!!!

This number, not what people can casually have!!!

"No..."

The wrist trembled abruptly. The soul blade took off and flew out, rubbing under the neck of the undead knight.

At the moment of her soul blade's release, the long sword of the undead Knight falls on Ling Luoyu's right shoulder.

"Click

A crack of bone burst into my ears.

"Oh

Under the pain cry, Ling Luoyu staggered back three steps, just can stand firm.

"Three little!"

Feng Chenglin did not expect to win a move, Ling Luoyu even played off the target.

It doesn't count if the weapon is out of hand and flies. It's actually hurt by the undead knight.

The undead Knight wounded Ling Luoyu and did not start again. Instead, he took the long halberd and continued to walk towards the cave.

Seeing San Shao's injury, Feng Chenglin gets angry from his heart and doesn't care whether he is his opponent or not. He grabs the soul blade and cuts it to the back of the undead knight.

"Stop it!"

Ling Luoyu's shrill voice suddenly came.

Feng Chenglin was stunned for a moment and didn't really stop.

"I'm fine!"

He thought Ling Luoyu wanted to stop because he was worried that he was not an opponent of the undead knight.

Brother injured, how can he let go of the culprit.

Almost at the same time, Wu Ye Feng and others are all making a move.

"Shua!"

The soul blade suddenly stopped at the moment of falling.

Feng Chenglin tried his best, but he couldn't press it any more.

When he raised his head, he saw a pair of hands clinging to the blade.

Blood was dripping from the palm of her hand.

The undead Knight suddenly stopped at that moment.

It's just that he didn't fight back, he stood there motionless.

"Three little?"

Feng Chenglin looks at Ling Luoyu in horror, and doesn't know what wind she's pumping.

"What are you doing?"

Ling Luo Yu's eyes are indifferent and cold without a trace of temperature.

"I said Stop it

Once the wrist sank, the soul blade had entered her hand.

Blood drips down the soul blade to the ground.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Ling Luoyu's eye light swept toward the leafless wind and others.

"Let him go!"

Wu Ye Feng and others looked at her like a ghost. They thought that they had heard her wrong. For a while, they kept their posture and didn't mean to accept the move.

Ling Luoyu's eyes were cold: "I say it again!! Let him go

Feng Chenglin realizes that Ling Luoyu's eyes are not right and quickly waves his hand.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it

He carefully told everyone to withdraw, to make way for the undead knight, and watched him walk into the cave, which carefully aimed at Ling Luoyu.

"Three little?"

Ling Luoyu took back the soul blade, as if he had not seen the direction of the undead knight. He tore off a piece of his skirt and bandaged his hand.

Feng Chenglin seems to be a little guilty, raising his hand to help, but she tugged hard to avoid his hand.

"I'll do it myself!"

Despite the eyes of the crowd, she turned to one side of the darkness.

Under the fire light, her back has a lonely wolf licking blood type of loneliness.

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