With the vomiting of blood in his heart, Chen Xiansong only felt that the world was spinning, and he fell down. The parents beside him have become two blurry shadows, and they can't see clearly. The Black Tide was surging in all directions, and the faces of his father, mother, and so many demon hunters of the past were spinning rapidly before his eyes. Many voices whispered in his ear at the same time:

"Haste as a law, hasty as a law......"

"Great Demon Hunter, do you know yourself, where the sin is!"

"Soldiers, soldiers, fighters, all, arrays, columns, in, front!"

"Ason, stay here, stay with us. ”

"They are aliens, there are no demons in this world, and demon hunters should not exist. ”

"You fell in love with a green dragon, you were bewitched, you have long been impure in your heart, and you are greedy and burning. ”

"Stay, Chen Xiansong, because your ancestors have to atone for their sins. Don't you want to be with them and be with them? From now on, you can rest forever, never have to work hard, no longer have to be born and die, no longer have to live a life of eliminating demons that see the light of day, and no longer have to endure the pain of asking for nothing, isn't this the life you have been looking forward to since childhood?"

……

Countless tentacles, like a swarm of snakes that had finally boiled, trembled and surged upward, climbing up and wrapping around his limbs, his waist, his face, his hair. Each tentacle sucked desperately, devouring it frantically, sucking the big mouthful of precious heart blood that the demon hunter spit out. The entire Kuroshio swamp seemed to tremble because of this.

Chen Xiansong has fallen into a coma.

From his hair to his chest, all his color faded in an instant, a bleak gray. And beside him, the two figures, which were already vague, seemed to be nothing, and gradually, they turned into two blood-red shadows, flew into the black tide, and disappeared.

——

Lu Weizhen walked on the way back to Nai He Bridge.

There was neither fear nor apprehension in her heart, neither hope nor determination. She threw all her useless grief and anxiety behind her, and didn't even look at them. There was a fire in her heart, burning fiercely and silently, burning her tingling and sober.

There was only one thought left in her mind: what should she do to save Chen Xiansong?

She is willing to pay any price for this.

She repeatedly rehearsed and calculated in her heart, four big green dragons, plus countless tigers and white sparrows returning to dogs. And she, a green dragon. No matter how desperately she tries, she is hitting a stone with an egg, she is sent to death, and she has no chance of winning.

In that round just now, she had done her best, and she almost died under the big ball of light, but she only tore out a thin crack in the black tide, and it took less than half a second to reunite.

They are impregnable, endless, and their energy is domineering, crushing all things.

Perhaps, though...... She has a chance.

That's a sneak attack. The four big green dragons would never have imagined that she would know that she could not do it, and go and return.

When Lu Weizhen was a teenager, he was also secretly rubbed by his ambitious mother, and he was instilled with a lot of military art and military command theory. Although she has learned inexhaustibly, after so many years of cultivation, she can always remember one or two points.

She remembers. Throughout the ages, lone soldiers have fought against a thousand soldiers, with one enemy and a thousand, and only an assassin can surprise and go deep behind enemy lines in thousands of troops and horses to win with one blow.

She must be like the tip of a needle, quickly piercing into the black tide, and maybe it will be possible to get Chen Xiansong out.

It's just that Lu Wei really thought of the endless huge black tide, as well as the four powerful big green dragons. Can their defenses really be attacked by her?

She had no choice but to move forward.

1 km away from Kuroshio, Lu Weizhen stopped.

A thought came to me irrepressibly: it had been a few minutes since Chen Xiansong was swallowed by the black tide. Is he still alive? Is there any point in her now plunging headlong into the point of no return?

The thought sent a chill through her heart.

She suddenly laughed.

When she was devoured by the boulder beast, the demon hunter knew that the price of drawing the sword was today, but he still went and returned, cutting down a round of bright moon for her.

At that time, he didn't know if she was dead or alive, right?

The heart suddenly became very peaceful, peaceful to the point of being almost gentle, and therefore fearless. She thought I finally understood the way he looked at me. We finally became the same.

A swift and silent wind vortex rose from the soles of her feet. She was as fast as a non-existent shadow, soaring into the sky.

The supreme green dragon!