Chen Xiansong is like a fetus, falling into the abdominal cavity of the mother, and like a grain of food, being carried back to the nest of the ants.

He lay in it, as far as the eye could see, in all directions, densely packed with tentacles, and they were constantly climbing and winding around him. Chen Xiansong's muscles all over his body were tense like iron, and the green tendons bulged out repeatedly, and almost no skin was exposed. He trembled in the slightest increment, and again and again, he tried to lift his hands holding the lightsaber, but they became tighter and tighter.

There were also tentacles tugging and breaking his fingers, trying to peel off the last artifact. And the waist bag and teleportation belt are long gone. Chen Xiansong clutched the hilt of the sword, blood was already flowing from his fingers, and the tentacles trembled wildly, sucking the blood clean. However, he is a mortal in the flesh after all, how can he be the opponent of ten thousand demons? He felt more and more suffocated, his limbs gradually lost their strength, and the lightsaber was sliding out of his palm little by little......

Chen Xiansong closed his eyes, his expression was sad and joyless, fearless and regretless, pure as a Buddha, tragic as a demon.

Suddenly, all the tentacles on his body loosened at the same time, like a taut spring at the same time. Chen Xiansong's hand holding the sword raised in an instant—there was no one who could grasp this fleeting fighter better than a demon hunter who had been in a hundred battles, this was already his instinct.

The lightsaber swung out, and the giant moon covered the demon hunter, and the tentacles on his body were incinerated to the ground, and the rest of the tentacles retracted violently. Chen Xiansong turned over in the air, and the person had already stood up and stood in this strange space. The lightsaber in his hand kept leaking out the moonlight, the giant moon shone brightly, and those tentacles were like snakes sticking out in the air, wanting to get close but not daring, and they were frozen for a while.

Chen Xiansong's mind turned sharply. They couldn't have let him go, and they had just let go of him when he had almost perished.

Unless they have to loosen.

Lu Weizhen.

She didn't go. She wouldn't go. It must be her, attacking Kuroshio.

The heart that originally looked at death as if it were home suddenly became hot like fire again, faintly burning every bone of his bones.

Silly girl, don't die. A sweet and bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

How could he be willing to die!

The fighting spirit in the chest has skyrocketed, and it is even better than before!

A sword swung out again, the brilliance was pure and pure, those tentacles seemed to be scalded even more, making a squirming sound of contraction, with him as the center of the circle, within tens of meters, no black tide dared to approach again.

Chen Xiansong had only one thought left in his heart: Get out!

I, Chen Xiansong, have never lived up to others in this life, I can't let her fight alone, and I can't let her die for me. Even if it's just to take a second look. When he saw her, he stopped her and forced her to flee for her life. Ten thousand demons are his enemies, and it is his own decision to use the lightsaber, so don't give another life here. She listened to him all the way, and she wouldn't fail to listen to what he said.

Suddenly, the entire space shook, and a light flashed away at the top of the black tide above Chen Xiansong's diagonal top.

It's her!

Boom - third quake! There was a thin crack there.

Chen Xiansong's pupils shrank sharply, and the sword swung back hard, smashing on the dense black tide, and the huge rebound force made him soar into the air, towards the crack, straight over. Countless tentacles shot out, grabbing his feet and wrapping around his waist. Chen Xiansong slashed another sword and cut off those restraints.

However, more black tides quickly poured out to fill the gap, and also blocked his way.

The light was extinguished.

The end of the world is just a stone's throw away.

After three vibrations, there was no sound.

She...... Failed?

Is she okay?

Suppressing the strong anxiety in his heart, Chen Xiansong's sword light was like a stream of water, endless. Once the Demon Hunter has the first move, how can he let the enemy get close so easily? But he can't break through from the Kuroshio. At this time, if someone looks down from a distance, he can see the Kuroshio surging like a huge swamp, and in the swamp, there is a small point of light, floating and sinking, but refusing to fall.

After fighting like this for a while, Chen Xiansong was panting, sweating all over his body, and even the hand holding the sword trembled imperceptibly. However, there was a calm determination between his eyebrows, his sword moves were not chaotic at all, and his body was impermeable. As soon as the sword went down, the sound of burning and wailing continued.

Even if they are endless, even if he knows that he will die, he will fight to the last breath, and he will make the Black Tide Ten Thousand Demons pay the price of blood, even if he is worthy, the stupid green dragon outside will fight for his life at this moment.

One person, one sword, swear to kill ten thousand demons.

That's when it happened.

The Kuroshio suddenly stopped pestering and slowly retreated. It shrank by about a few dozen meters, and with him as the center, a large space was vacant.

Sweat and blood had wet Chen Xiansong's eyebrows, and he raised his head.

What tricks do they want to play?

A voice sounded behind him: "Song'er." ”

Chen Xiansong was shocked and slowly turned around.

The man who had been dead for almost ten years appeared before his eyes. There is almost no difference from the appearance he remembers, except that his whole person is gray. Tall, thin, with a resolute and strong face, lines like knives, and scarred hands, only he looked thinner than when he was alive. The man was wearing the same black shirt and black trousers as him, standing a few meters away, and even the eyes were exactly the same as when he was born, as if he was ruthless, but it seemed to hide some kind of emotion that could never be solved.

Chen Xiansong smiled extremely sarcastically.

Chen Changshan also smiled lightly: "Why don't you call someone?"

Chen Xiansong's answer was to raise the lightsaber and point it directly at him.

Chen Changshan said: "You have a long ability, dare to hold a sword at me?" His tone was exactly the same as that of his father back then, but how could Chen Xiansong believe it.

"Shut up. Chen Xiansong said, "Don't become him." ”

Chen Changshan said: "You don't believe me now, it's understandable. I've never told you about this - every generation of demon hunters in the Chen family, after death, their souls will fall into the gourd. Your grandfather is, your great-grandfather is, I am. You will be too. ”

Chen Xiansong's face was extremely cold, and he swung out a sword.

But the unthinkable happened.

Chen Changshan, who was on the opposite side, stretched out his hand and grabbed it at will, and the lightsaber in Chen Xiansong's hand suddenly came out, flew out, and fell into Chen Changshan's hand. Chen Changshan held the lightsaber in his hand, his posture was extremely familiar, and he swiped lightly in the air, and the tip of the sword pointed at Chen Xiansong.

"Useless things, do you believe them now?" he said.

Chen Xiansong let out a "boom" in his head, and looked at Chen Changshan motionlessly.

Chen's manipulation of this sword has been hundreds of years, the human sword is one, the sword moves at will, and the blood is in the sword. As long as the sword is in Chen Xiansong's hands, any monster, even ten green dragons, can kill him, but it is impossible to snatch the sword from him who is alive.

Unless the person in front of him is really his father, and the blood of the Chen family also flows in his body.