System: Life 67/300

System: Warning! The fateful life has dropped below 100 and is seriously injured.

System: "Swordsmanship into Micro" is enabled.

System: New task, kill the target in front of you, level up to 31, and skill tree is opened.

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When a series of system messages appeared in Xia Lan's mind, he was not distracted because the distraction of fighting would only accelerate the arrival of death.

His sword burst out at the fastest speed, and in a flash he forced Geiger to retreat the next move. While he retreated rapidly, he stabbed into the short blade between his abdomen and brought out a string of bright blood and radiating the green grass under the full moonlight.

He covered his stomach, and the airflow in his body quickly controlled the muscles between his abdomen to stop the loss of blood. Beads of sweat slowly slid down his cheeks, and even if he was even tougher, he showed a subtle look of pain.

If the short blade shifts a little further, it will pierce into the vital position, but he does not, otherwise he will not even have the strength to stand now.

The system message prompts that when a brief security is obtained, the hand holding the sword is trembling even more because of excitement.

"Swordsmanship": When the host falls into a severely injured state, the skill will be turned on automatically, and the host's swordsmanship will enter a micro state, and will automatically close after leaving the severely injured state.

Xia Lan stopped and turned around to fight the pursuer, and he had his own chance of winning. "Swordsmanship" was his biggest reliance. He knew very well that if he wanted to defeat a swordsman of the same level who was stronger than him, in addition to focusing on type restraint, then the skills that could affect balance were the key to victory or defeat.

He is a person who is afraid of death, and fighting without any chance of victory is no different from seeking death.

He knew his abilities better than anyone else. He was not a genius. If he had no systematic skills, he would be weaker than many swordsmen of the same level, because he did not have the true fighting spirit.

Fearless battle.

Even if there is a death threat in the abyss ahead, the real brave man dares to draw his sword to fight, but Xia Lan will not. Only when he is truly forced into a desperate situation will he burst out this courage.

"Scared?"

The voice came from Geggart's mouth, perhaps seeing the other person's trembling, the moonlight imprinted on his cruel smile, and the indescribable coldness.

"When I decided to catch you, I swear to shed every drop of blood on you, or do you think you can live until now?"

He showed mercy.

This is the first point that Xia Lan thought of. If he hadn't shown mercy, the attack just now would have completely lost his combat ability.

This also explains why the knife just now was deviated, because he did not believe that the party fighting life and death would easily show mercy.

He suddenly had the urge to thank him.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die easily, so you can be glad that you'll survive in this world for a little longer, of course, if you want to thank you, I'll be happy to accept it."

Geiger licked the short blade at his hand that pierced into the other person's body, and the remaining blood disappeared along his tongue bit by bit.

Fishy and sweet, fishy and salty.

"Thanks."

The stinging made the breathing heavy, but Xia Lan looked at him with a solemn look.

“It’s very interesting.”

It seemed that he did not expect Xia Lan's answer. Geiger was a little surprised, and then smiled even more: "To express my gratitude, I will promise to make you die more painful!"

"To express your reward, I will make you die happily." Xia Lan said seriously.

"Hahaha--"

After Geiger laughed, his face instantly gloomy. He didn't like this joke.

So, his body activated again, and his short blade cold light came again.

Xia Lan's body was very relaxed, and the sword in her hand did not make any moves, as if she was voluntarily waiting for the other party to send death.

Geiger showed an unconscious frown. He had doubts, and he was very strange.

But these can no longer stop him.

Xia Lan looked at his short blade and his attack. In his eyes, in his mind, every move and detail of the other party seemed to be completely exposed to his eyes.

His brain fell into an extremely calm and rational mind at this moment.

The intimacy of swordsmanship is not only reflected in swordsmanship, but also in observation.

He was able to know exactly what the other party wanted to do and what he wanted to do next, and all he needed to do was to swing the sword before the other party made some moves.

So, he swung his sword.

His speed is not as fast as his, but advance predictions can completely resolve this gap and even surpass it.

The sword facing Xia Lan's neck seemed to be as vicious as the vicious snake was preying on, but Geggit's sword did not slash because the opponent's sword moved, and its position was just stuck on his attack trajectory.

If he does not take back the knife, his wrist will be cut off.

But this was not the first time he encountered this situation. He reacted quickly. While he decided to take back the knife, another short blade of his other hand quickly stabbed the other person's cheek and eye sockets.

If he blocks this knife, his other short blade will be cut off again; if he retreats, the opponent will be completely passive.

His fighting spirit was delicate, but he did not expect that the opponent's sword was not stopped, because his body was bent down like a soft ribbon, and his attack fell into vain.

impossible!

This was the first thing Geiger thought of, because the other party's reaction actually exceeded his speed.

But he had no extra time to think about this surprise. When the other party's sword bent down, it drew a silver slash from bottom to top and ran towards his exposed body.

After crossing the double blades in front of his chest to resist the attack, the slashing force was not strong and did not threaten him with trouble. He was about to activate the sword and was about to launch another attack. Geggot suddenly felt a lighter instinct under the threat of death. His physical instinct instantly twisted his neck.

A hint of coolness, a hint of blood flowers.

Geiger, who was retreating quickly, covered his neck and the pain stinged the brain nerves. Only then did he realize that he was injured.

A big or dark sword mark was blooming in the flesh, and blood slowly flowed down. Geggart did not care about this minor injury. Controlling the airflow in the inner body could quickly block the wound.

His eyes were fixed on the other person, and this was the first time he felt cautious.

With the breath exposed by the other party, we can know that the other party is indeed a new superior swordsman, and a similar swordsman of similar focus types.

It is undoubtedly a fact that he is not as strong as him.

From his tracking and from the knife he stabbed him, he was not his opponent.

But this person hurt him.

An unbelievable reaction and an extremely tricky counterattack were just such a person who suddenly changed.

"Who are you?"

He asked.

"Drank Xialan."

"Sayo Geigert."

Geiger raised his head and took a deep breath. Whenever he met a powerful and interesting opponent, he could no longer stop his inner excitement. He needed to calm his restless heart.

"Now, you're a rival worthy of me."

Geiger's words did not affect Xia Lan. In his opinion, he could kill him as long as the opponent was not a peak swordsman.

In his eyes, he is already a dead person, and he will not pay attention to the dead person.

He enjoys his current state very much. Although his speed reaction is declining under severe injury, once he enters the slightest, these are no longer important.

He was like grasping the rope of the other party's fate, pulling his hand tightly, as if he was controlling a puppet to manipulate it at will.

However, time no longer allows him to enjoy himself.
Chapter completed!