Good news. Both sides of the battle want to get good news, but if they can't defeat the other side, how about good news? Yan Keran is now in a dilemma, a difficult battle. He and Long Wen have been fighting for hundreds of rounds, and each has their own success back and forth, but they have never decided the outcome. Seeing that Chen Ming is only one person left, all the robes who come with him have been sacrificed. It is really hard to say how long he can last with Chen Ming alone.

It has been several hours since the battle started in the morning and now. Yan Keran's physical strength is not much left, and both speed, strength and accuracy are far inferior to before. Of course, Long Wen is not much better, but he thinks he is slightly better than Yan Keran.

Long Wen didn't plan to use any strategy anymore. He raised a claw and rose into the air. This time, no matter whether he could hit the target or not, he would leave scars on Yan Keran's body again. As long as he could hurt his skin, he was sure that Yan Keran would not be able to survive.

Long Wen's confidence makes sense. He can't even remember the people who died under his claws over the years. Although most of his attacks were hit, Yan Ke Ran had armor protection on his body, and he could not hurt his flesh every time. However, what comforted Long Wen was that the armor on Yan Ke Ran was already in a thousand warehouses and holes at this time. As long as he teared it up again, he could guarantee that the armor would be completely torn.

Yan Keran must thank the armor on his body. This is the second-class Red Cloud Armor for the Daliang soldiers. It is really difficult to damage the vital points in a short period of time. Unfortunately, Long Wen's claws are different from ordinary weapons. They are extremely sharp and accurate. Almost every time they are heading towards Yan Keran's vital parts. It is precisely due to the protection of the Red Cloud Armor to avoid being injured. Yan Keran looked down and saw that the Red Cloud Armor was covered in scars and was shaking. As long as he was attacked again, he would completely remove it from Yan Keran's body.

This time, Long Wen's target was aimed at Yan Keran's neck. His helmet was lost. Isn't it the most obvious target? Long Wen doesn't have to worry about Yan Keran now, because there is no weapon in the enemy's hands. The sword that Yan Keran had been controlling was dug by Long Wen and could no longer be used. This time he could only deal with it with bare hands.

The tip of his claws passed by Yan Keran's eyes. Yan Keran tilted his head back hard to avoid these blue-gray claws with a slight luster. Then he felt his chest be torn hard. With the help of inertia, Yan Keran had somersaults back, while flipping, he felt his body lighter, and then he heard the sound of his armor falling to the ground.

This time, Long Wen still couldn't hurt Yan Keran, but his goal had been achieved. What he wanted was Yan Keran's armor. He wanted the enemy to completely expose his body to his claws. Yan Keran only understood Long Wen's intention until this time. He glanced at the armor on the ground and looked at it again.

Seeing a proud flattering smile appearing on Long Wen's face again, he was quite dissatisfied.

If he is not convinced, the battle has to continue. Yan Keran made a move. This is the most commonly used posture for combat. However, this time there is no weapon in his hand, and his arms are as heavy as if they are filled with lead. It is already very difficult to set up a posture. Yan Keran knew that his physical strength had reached the end. If he continues to do so, even if he doesn't die at Long Wen's hands, he will be exhausted.

Long Wen was not much better. The long-term battle also exhausted his strength. The last blow just now was the greatest limit he could do. After landing, if he hadn't relied on his own control, his chest would have been violently fluctuating and breathing. Now that the battle has reached this level, as long as any party shows his decline, that convenience is the loser.

Xue Huan looked at the two of them anxiously, and sometimes looked at the direction of Chen Ming. Relatively speaking, Chen Ming was more at ease. Although those who wanted to challenge him continued to come forward, those corpses that had been piled up into hills were enough to tell anyone who dared to challenge Chen Ming: if you want to go forward and challenge, you have to pay the price of your life. Therefore, Xue Huan still focused more on Yan Keran, and her eyes were full of concern. This concern that had surpassed the master and servant was no one at all concerned about it in such occasions.

Yan Keran stood up shakingly, and simply pulled off the armor below his waist, and then shouted at Long Wen: "Come on, see who can hold on until the end!" Yan Keran took off her shirt and wrapped it around her two fists. He set out to use this pair of iron fists to subdue Long Wen.

Long Wen wanted to move his body, but as soon as he stretched out one leg, he saw Yan Keran rushing towards him. He could only be forced to stretch out his claws to scratch. In order to avoid the vicious claws, Yan Keran just took two steps back, but he couldn't stand firm in these two steps and fell to the ground.

Ah! Xuehuan exclaimed, and her body had begun to move. She knew very well what Yan Keran fell down at this time, and she must not let Yan Keran get injured.

Also surprised was Long Wen. He was not much better than Yan Keran. He was already ready to use his body to resist. As long as Yan Keran attacked him one after another, there would be no room for fighting back. Who would have thought that Yan Keran would fall by himself? Oh my God, this is simply helping me in the industry!

Long Wen stared at his blood-red eyes, looking like a trapped beast that was angry again after being injured and saw the dawn of survival. Long Wen knew that this opportunity must not be missed, otherwise he would not have such an opportunity.

With a kick, Long Wen bounced violently and headed towards Yan Keran. Seeing that the enemy did not get up in time, he had raised one arm, and the claw at the end of his arm was raised to the highest point and then fell heavily.

He was scratched by this claw, and Yan Keran was helpless.

Yan Keran also understood the coming of danger. He wanted to make a last try to fight for his chance to survive, but Long Wen's movements were faster. His claws were already in mid-air. In less than a moment, his claws would leave a blood-red wound on Yan Keran's chest.

Go to die! As long as Yan Keran is solved, Long Wen can breathe a sigh of relief. He scratched his claws hard, and a stream of blood immediately splashed in front of his eyes. There were some white flesh and blood. This feeling was the most familiar to Long Wen and what he would like to see most. This was the signal that the prey was injured and the horn for his victory.

"As long as I get scratched by my claws, I won't have a chance to survive! The battle is over!"

Long Wen's smile froze on his face. Before his face could recover from his excitement, he began to feel unbelievable. He seemed to see one of his hands leaving his body and flying away. This feeling was really strange. Long Wen couldn't believe his eyes, so he looked down at his arm. When he saw that reality was so cruel, everything he saw was real.

Ah! Long Wen felt the pain just now. The piercing pain teared his body, and the unwillingness to let go of his heart because of the failure of his actions. When the five broken fingers fell to the ground, Long Wen looked at him in disbelief and then looked at Yan Keran. He finally understood why he failed this time, all because of a woman.

Xuehuan lay in Yan Keran's arms. Her back was already blood-red, and the pain was tormenting her, but she still smiled. Seeing that Yan Keran was not injured, this was enough.

"Snow Ring!"

Yan Keran hugged Xuehuan tightly and immediately went to check the wound. This scared him. Blood was constantly oozing from the wound, but what was even more shocking was the already green flesh. This blue-gray color was like it was transmitted from Long Wen's hand to Xuehuan's back, spreading from the wound to the good flesh at an extremely fast speed.

Yan Keran wanted to stop the further invasion of the toxicity, but in desperation, he really didn't know what to do. Turning back to look at Xuehuan, her lips had faded and turned pale, but she still smiled, which was a peaceful smile.

"Your Majesty, you don't need to say anything. Xue Huan will not regret it in this life. But can I call your name in the end?"

Yan Keran looked at Xue Huan who was gradually weakening and immediately nodded. Not to mention the name, he was willing to give his life even if he wanted it. After all, Xue Huan exchanged his life for it.
Chapter completed!