The soldiers of the Ling Family Army all have their own unique identity military cards from top to bottom.

Military cards are characterized by the Ling Family Army. They are made of black black iron and are engraved with codes representing each person's identity.

When the Ling family army died on the battlefield and was buried in a foreign land, their bodies could not be transported back thousands of miles away, so they could only burn and buried on the spot.

The military card representing their identities will follow the undead brothers home and be buried in their hometown as a tomb, becoming the only thought of their relatives.

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

Number One!!!

Military card number - No. 1!!!

Not everyone can have this number!!!

"No……"

His wrist suddenly trembled, and the soul blade flew out of his hand, rubbed under the neck of the Immortal Knight and flew out.

And the moment her soul blade escaped, the Immortal Knight's long Jian also fell on Ling Luoyu's right shoulder.

"Click!"

A sound of bone crack suddenly came into my ears.

"Um!"

In the pain, Ling Luoyu staggered back three steps before he could barely gain a foothold.

"Three Young Master!"

Feng Chenglin didn't expect that Ling Luoyu could get rid of the target with a move that was sure to win.

It wasn't enough that the weapon was flying out of hand, but he was actually injured by the Immortal Knight.

The Immortal Knight injured Ling Luoyu and did not take action. Instead, he took the long halberd and continued to walk towards the cave.

Seeing the third young man being injured, Feng Chenglin became angry and didn't care whether he was someone else's opponent. He grabbed the soul blade and slashed it at the back of the Immortal Knight.

"stop!"

Ling Luoyu's shrill and deep shout suddenly came.

Feng Chenglin was stunned for a moment and did not really stop.

"I'm fine!"

He thought Ling Luoyu stopped because he was worried that he was not an opponent of the Immortal Knight.

The brother was injured, how could he let the culprit go?

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

"Swish!"

The moment the soul blade fell, it suddenly stopped.

No matter how hard Feng Chenglin tried his best, he couldn't press it any longer.

When he raised his head, he saw a pair of hands holding the blade tightly.

Blood dripped from her palm.

The Immortal Knight suddenly stopped at that moment.

But he did not fight back, but stood there motionlessly.

"Three Young Master?!"

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

"What are you doing?!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes were faint, cold and without a trace of warmth.

"I said...stop!"

As soon as his wrist sinks, the soul blade has entered her hand.

Blood dripped down the soul blade to the ground.

A faint smell of blood was floating in the air.

Ling Luoyu's eyes flew towards Wuye Feng and others.

"Let him go!"

Wu Yefeng and others looked at her like ghosts, thinking that they had heard it wrong, so they kept their posture in a daze, without any intention of resuming the move.

Ling Luoyu's eyes turned cold in an instant: "I'll say it again! Let him go!!!"

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

"Stop it!"

He carefully called everyone to retreat, and made way for the Immortal Knight. He watched him walk into the cave, and then he carefully aimed at Ling Luoyu.

"Three Young Master?!"

Ling Luoyu took away the soul blade, as if he had not seen the whereabouts of the Immortal Knight, and tore off a piece of his clothes and bandaged his hands.

Feng Chenglin seemed a little guilty and raised his hand to help, but she pulled it hard and avoided his hand.

"I'll do it myself!"

Regardless of everyone's eyes, she turned and walked towards the darkness on one side.

Under the fire, her back felt a loneliness like a loneliness like a lone wolf licking blood.
Chapter completed!