Chapter 393: Army One

The sergeants of the Ling Family Army, from top to bottom, have their own military badges.

The military card is unique to the Ling's army and is cast in black mysterious iron with a code representing each person's identity engraved on it.

When the Ling family army died in battle and was buried in a foreign country, their bones could not be transported back thousands of miles, and they had to be burned and buried on the spot.

The military card that represents their identity will go home with the undead brothers and be buried in their hometown as a burial mound, becoming the only thought of their relatives.

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

Number one! ! !

The number of the military card-number one! ! !

This number, not everyone can have it casually! ! !

"Do not……"

The wrist trembled suddenly, and the soul blade flew away, rubbing the undead knight's neck and flying out.

And at the moment when her soul blade was released, the undead knight's sword also fell on Ling Luoyu's right shoulder.

"Crack!"

A burst of bone cracking suddenly entered his ears.

"Well!"

After crying out, Ling Luoyu staggered back three steps before he could stand firm.

"Three Masters!"

Feng Chenglin didn't expect that Ling Luoyu missed the target with a trick he was holding the winning ticket.

It didn't count that the weapon flew away from the hand, it was actually injured by the undead knight.

The undead knight wounded Ling Luoyu, and didn't do any more, but took the halberd and continued to walk towards the cave.

Seeing that the three young masters were injured, Feng Chenglin became angry from his heart, and he didn't care whether he was an opponent of others, grabbing the soul blade and slashing it towards the back of the undead knight.

"stop!"

Ling Luoyu's stern and deep shout came suddenly.

Feng Chenglin was taken aback, but didn't really stop.

"I'm fine!"

He thought that Ling Luoyu called to stop because he was worried that he was not the opponent of the Undead Knight.

Brother was injured, how could he let go of the culprit.

Almost at the same time, Wu Ye Feng and the others also made an effort to take action.

"Huh!"

The moment the soul blade fell, it suddenly stopped.

Even though Feng Chenglin tried his best, he couldn't press it anymore.

Looking up, he saw a pair of hands clinging to the blade.

Blood dripped from her palm.

The undead knight stopped abruptly at that moment.

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

"San Shao?!"

Feng Chenglin looked at Ling Luoyu in horror, wondering what wind she was smoking.

"What are you doing?!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes were indifferent, without a trace of temperature.

"I said...Stop it!"

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

The blood dripped to the ground along the soul blade.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Ling Luoyu's eyes swept towards Wuyefeng and others.

"Let him go!"

Wu Yefeng and the others looked at her like a ghost, thinking that they had misheard, and for a while, they kept their posture in a daze, without the intention of accepting the trick.

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

Feng Chenglin noticed that Ling Luoyu's eyes were wrong and waved his hand quickly.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

He cautiously greeted everyone to retreat and gave way to the undead knight. He watched him walk into the cave and then carefully aimed at Ling Luoyu.

"San Shao?!"

Ling Luoyu took away the soul blade, as if he hadn't seen the whereabouts of the undead knight, he tore off a section of his clothes and bandaged his hand.

Feng Chenglin seemed to have a guilty conscience, raised his hand to help, but was violently pulled by her, avoiding his hand.

"I will do it myself!"

Regardless of everyone's eyes, she turned and walked towards the dark side.

Under the firelight, her back was lonely like a lone wolf licking blood.