Passing by, Zhuang Lin landed on the ground. Behind him, the corpse without a head fell to the ground in a daze. The blood dyed the carpet blood red, which was shocking.

He turned around and looked at the corpse that was lying in a pool of blood. The Tang sword in his left hand stabbed the floor and supported his body.

The violent fight made his wound worse, and the blood dyed his clothes red, and the blood was lost, which brought about dizziness in his mind and lack of energy. His face was a little pale.

He gave up the Tang sword in his hand and pressed his left hand against the wound on his shoulder. The energy flowed through, stopping the wound and preventing the blood from flowing out.

At this moment, "Zhuang Lin" came from the room, Kong Qinghua's shouts, and there was a little fear and despair in this voice.

When he heard this shout, Zhuang Lin, who had already breathed a sigh of relief, trembled violently, and he did not care about treating his injuries. He jumped over the ground and rushed into the room.

The body moved and the wound was pulled. The severe pain of the tearing made him suffer so much that he could only frown and forget the pain as much as possible, especially the severe pain in his abdomen.

The crisp sound of "swish" may sound very pleasant on weekdays, but at this time, it fell into Zhuang Lin's ears, and it was so harsh, like the devil's voice from hell.

Affected by several wounds, his body could not react with his brain at a speed. His brain conveyed a command to avoid it, but when the body received this command, it was already a little late.

The cold spear, the spear head with a cold light, pierced directly into his right shoulder, and the terrifying force directly pierced his shoulder.

"No" a hysterical wail came from Kong Qinghua's mouth, with anger, despair and care.

With a terrible force, the spear tip of the spear was ruthlessly pulled out of his body, and a piece of blood mist was sprayed out. Zhuang Lin's entire body staggered, retreated, barely stabilizing his body.

The uninjured left hand held the Tang sword tightly, raised the entire blade, and pointed the tip into the room.

Just inside the door, the Fallen Knight held the ancient knight's gun, aiming the spear head at him. His handsome face and a fascinating smile were beside him, Kong Qinghua, who was pale in his face, kept struggling.

"Cough cough" Zhuang Lin coughed twice with difficulty, blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth, his body was traumatized and his internal organs were affected. He took a deep breath and restored himself to the state as much as possible.

At this time, he was in a very bad situation. He was shot four times in a row. Although he did not hit the vital point, the gun in his abdomen caused great damage to him. The gun from the Fallen Knight completely penetrated his left shoulder and his arm was considered useless in a short period of time.

After yesterday's growth in vitality and power, his strength has already chased the Fallen Knight. If it is a fair showdown, he has confidence that he will definitely be himself who will laugh to the end.

But at this time, his combat power has been greatly weakened. With his current situation, he has no chance of winning against the Fallen Knights.

Looking at the Fallen Knight opposite, his heart gradually became cold. Today, I am afraid I will fall here.

Escape is not shameful. He has run away more than once in the past missions, but that is only his personal time. At this time, Kong Qinghua is in the hands of the Fallen Knight, and he cannot give up Kong Qinghua and run away alone.

"Medical King, I never thought that a guy who had just entered the ranks of top powers could actually hurt you. Such a stupid mistake actually appeared in your body. It seems that this woman has made you lose the warning that a mercenary should have." Looking at Zhuang Lin covered in blood, the Fallen Knight said with a smile.

"Luther, don't you feel that doing this will lose your identity as the uncrowned king of German?" Zhuang Lin stood at the door, squinted his eyes, looked at the fallen knight in laughter, and said coldly.

"Hmph, the former Holy Knight has long been dead. Now I am the Fallen Knight Luthor, the knight walking in the darkness." The Fallen Knight's face turned gloomy and he said coldly.

"I'm still saying that, let her go and leave China. Otherwise, I will chase you to the ends of the world, and you will never be at peace in your life." While speaking, blood flowed from the corner of Zhuang Lin's mouth.

"Medical King, do you think that as long as you are now, can you still threaten me? Haha." Looking at Zhuang Lin's embarrassed look, Luther laughed happily, pointed the spearhead at Zhuang Lin, and said with a loud laugh.

At this time, Zhuang Lin took advantage of this short time to desperately use his vitality to treat his injuries, especially the wound on his abdomen.

A bloody battle with the Fallen Knight is inevitable. Before taking action, he must delay time as much as possible to completely stop the bleeding of several wounds in his body. Otherwise, it won’t take long to die if he doesn’t die in the Fallen Knight’s gun.

His right hand passed through his clothes and covered the wound on his abdomen. Because of the cover of the clothes, the Fallen Knight could not see it. The small scalpel in his palm, the tip of the scalpel, pierced into the wound and pulled out the bullets in it bit by bit.

Obviously, seeing his miserable appearance at this moment, the Fallen Knight no longer thought he had any threat to him, so he did not take action immediately, just like a winner, appreciating the miserable appearance of the loser.

"You can try it, see if I can use the knife in my hand to penetrate your body when your spear penetrates my heart." Zhuang Lin shook the Tang sword in his hand, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

Looking at Zhuang Lin, who was always in an aggressive manner, the Fallen Knight frowned slightly.

Could it be that this guy has any support? Otherwise, even though he knew he was not my opponent, he would still dare to challenge me here. Isn’t this asking for death?

The Fallen Knight guessed in his heart.

"Medical King, I still say the same thing. I don't want to be enemies with you. You leave now. I promise not to attack you." From the bottom of my heart, the Fallen Knight did not want to kill Zhuang Lin because he knew that killing the young man in front of him would cause him a lot of trouble and cause many powerful men in the mercenary world.

"Luther, you and I know everything about that time. If it weren't for your paranoia, you wouldn't have fallen into darkness. If it weren't for your narrow-mindedness, you would still be the awesome Germanic king. The reason why you have reached this point is not the instructor's fault, but it was caused by your own hands." Zhuang Lin was still delaying time as much as possible. At this time, the bullet that shot into his abdomen had been successfully taken out by him, and the wound had healed under the treatment of vitality.

"Medical King, it turns out you want to delay time, haha." As if you noticed something, the Fallen Knight's light stared at Zhuang Lin's hand pressing on his abdomen, and his face smiled even more, and he said with a smile.

"I'll give you a last chance, leave, or die." The smile on his face disappeared, and the knight's gun in his hand pointed at Zhuang Lin's nose and said coldly.
Chapter completed!