The Lost is clinging to a vacuum bag in his arms, he is running down the ruined alleyway, no one knows his whereabouts, he is the loneliest striker at the moment, and his mission is to protect the enchantment in his hands to the death.

He had just knocked desperately on the door of the Humvee, and the driver's seat was pitch black, and the driver had slipped off with oil on the soles of his feet at some point, so he had to run to the deepest part of the alleyway in a rage.

His heart was beating violently in his chest, and he was like an overloaded machine, and the scene in front of him repeated indefinitely, as if he was trapped in a corridor of reincarnation.

The abilities in his body silently filled his body, his flesh and blood were expanding at a visible rate, and he didn't see any enemies, but he was ready to fight the exorcist to the death.

Turning the next corner, a white ghost descended from the sky and struck him with a knife in front of the door. He didn't see anything clearly, but he felt a chill that seemed to run through his heart, and his heart suddenly became half cold.

The Spirit Knife Yuehua drew a bleak arc in the rain, and the light of the knife was light and slender, like a girl's curved eyebrows. All he heard was the hum of the blade vibrating in the air, and then his eyes went black, and his body immediately lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground.

Cheng Xinuo stared coldly at the lost person who fell to the ground and covered her face and wailed, only then did she resemble the cruel and ruthless senior, the rain soaked her clothes, the white T-shirt was close to her body, and her slender body was smooth and curved, like a wisp of silver soaked in ink.

The silk thread that was as smooth as rain just now split the skull of the lost man, and he held his face with one hand, and the terrifying incision was clearly visible, almost extending from his chin to the corner of his eye, and the black mist was so thick that it was intertwined into silk. He groaned so hard that he wept.

Cheng Xinuo's knife tip provoked his other arm buried deep in his arms, and the hand that was originally covering the wound suddenly bounced up like a predatory snake, and held the slender blade tightly! The sharp blade immediately cut through his palm, and the black mist wrapped around the snow-white blade.

She was so shocked by this sudden move that she even froze with her hand holding the hilt of the knife, and even subconsciously wanted to let go...... As she saw the Lost on the ground, her expression was hideous and distorted, and blue flames burst out of her pupils. It was as if a dead demon had taken over his human body for a split second, staring at her across the hell.

Countless fine black crystals oozed from the back of the Lost Man's hand gripping the blade, and those crystals began to expand and spread rapidly, covering one-third of the blade in an instant. Cheng Xinuo was so shocked that he even forgot to draw back the knife, and the demonization of the lost person came suddenly, and there was no process...... From the very beginning, he was determined to die.

When the crystalline body almost spread to the hilt, Cheng Xinuo suddenly folded the knife, and the vibrating blade directly shattered the black thorn, and she raised her foot to kick the lost person away, and a long series of white ripples splashed on the ground.

The corners of Cheng Xinuo's eyes twitched slightly...... The tip of his toe hurt, and the guy estimated that his whole body was wrapped in crystals, and the sharp black thorns broke through his body and pierced the skin, and his clothes were cut into rags by the black thorns spreading out of his body.

The lost man stiffened to his feet from the ground, the terrifying edge of the knife on his face was covered by crystals gushing out, fine spikes crawled all over the place, and his facial features were extremely distorted, Cheng Xinuo couldn't see his expression clearly, as if he was laughing, and as if he was moaning in pain.

This guy pulled out a long knife out of nowhere, obviously as ferocious as a wounded beast, but showing an awe-inspiring appearance of a life-and-death duel.

Cheng Xinuo didn't give him a chance, and quickly swooped towards the Lost, swinging his knife.

The iron collided and burst into a sharp whistle, and Cheng Xinuo dodged backwards to dodge the second collision that followed. She struggled to keep her balance, her arm shaking uncontrollably, the blade vibrating violently, the humming sound like a dagger across her eardrums.

The Lost Man's body erupted with a force like a flood, and he opened his jaw bones in a very exaggerated way, hissing and roaring, and his voice hoarse and unpleasant. His face was cracking, and his pupils were burning like a torch.

His body was visibly collapsing, and the soul belonging to the king general was slowly tearing his whole person apart. The situation was urgent, Cheng Xinuo took out the pocket of his jeans, and a crumpled spirit talisman appeared on his fingertips.

The Lost slashed at her with a blade, its narrow blade sending a sassy wind. Cheng Xinuo slid the tip of the knife with an indifferent expression, and the next moment the spirit rune was silently swept away by the long knife, as if a hair had been cut off.

Surprisingly, the Spirit Blade did not change much, with a sheath-like silence. But there is an invisible spiritual power that flows from the tip of the knife to the entire blade, strengthening and refining every inch of the blade.

Cheng Xinuo made a gesture of raising his sword, much like a warrior in a match-up game, holding his breath, waiting for the opportunity to kill with one blow.

In the blink of an eye, the lost person was already approaching in front of her, and the swing of the knife was like a violent wind, Cheng Xinuo slashed flatly, hitting the most vulnerable part of the enemy's knife blade, and the next moment the long knife in the lost man's hand broke off in response.

Cheng Xinuo took a step forward, and at the same time raised the knife over the top to cut vertically, then waved the knife with his backhand and turned sharply, the second knife slashed in the oblique direction, and finally the third knife slashed horizontally in front of him, and the blade was smooth like a wind sliding through.

After the three knives were swung, Cheng Xinuo habitually rotated the blade and put the long knife behind his hand, this gesture of retracting the knife was completely subconsciously completed, and the practice day after day had made her familiar with this strange knife technique.

The Lost Man's body froze slightly for a moment, then the next moment his arms were free-falling, followed by his head, shaking and falling.

The dismemberment only happened in an instant, and the body of the lost man fell straight to the ground, and Cheng Xinuo saw that a hideous and curved black thorn had grown on his back, like an incomplete wing remains. The part that originally belonged to the skull was hollow and emitting an eerie glow.

Cheng Xinuo breathed a long sigh of relief, bent down to pick up the lost man's arm, the vacuum bag was held by the deformed five fingers, and he couldn't buckle it.

A gunshot suddenly rang out behind her, Cheng Xinuo instinctively dodged sideways, her body was extremely soft at this moment, and her waist bent in an elegant arc in mid-air, like a ballet dancer. The fly in the ointment was that the moment he landed at the end was slightly embarrassed, and he stumbled and almost twisted his foot.

She turned back hatefully, trying to see which guy was shooting her with a gun, and a figure slowly came out of the rain, wearing a suit and leather shoes, holding an inexplicable black umbrella, and a bouquet of crimson roses diagonally stuck in the chest of the left suit.

The man under the umbrella has upright facial features, pale skin and lack of blood, like a patient recovering from a serious illness, which forms a strong contrast with the cold and dark suit on his body. Looking at the man's face, Cheng Xinuo thought of the marble sculpture placed in the exhibition, with cold and hard lines and a grim expression.

But now he didn't have time to look at the man's face, because he was holding a pistol in his hand at the moment.

"What do you want to do?" Cheng Xinuo stared at him nervously, clutching the lost man's arm tightly in his arms.

The man was slightly stunned, thinking to himself that this is not nonsense, just like when you usually see a robber pestle on your nose, and you cover the wallet in your hand and shout what do you want to do...... He shook the gun in his hand and motioned for Cheng Xinuo to hand over the enchantment.

Cheng Xinuo blinked, at this moment, her eyelashes and the tip of her nose were full of crystal rain and dew, standing in the rain like an awe-inspiring white chrysanthemum.

She suddenly smashed the Lost Man's arm towards the man, and the next moment she disappeared into the air like a white ghost with no substance, and the man shot and flew into his arm, and immediately flesh and black spikes flew in the air.

The moment it hit the arm, the invisible blade came one after another, and the silver-white knife light attacked, the knife was extremely fast and light, and the arc of the knife seemed to merge with the silk thread of the rain, and it was impossible to see where it came from.

The man flashed back quickly, and the soaring sword light swept across his chest, cutting off a rose petal.

Cheng Xinuo naturally would not let go of this opportunity, and the rotating handle continued to approach the man, and the long knife drew a clear arc in the rain, as sharp as if even the raindrops in the air could be cut.

She swung her knife extremely quickly, and the light of the knife was thin and dense, like a glimmer of light flashing through the air. The traces of the blade were blurred, and no one could see how many swings she had in just a few seconds, only to feel that the cold wind swept in, and the man retreated a few meters in a row, and the blade was always close to his body.

The last stab was directed at the man's heart, the tip of the knife against his chest, and a slight push would pierce the flesh.

The man looked at Cheng Xinuo quietly, with a hint of a smile in his eyes, staring at her and being annoyed, the man's demeanor was so solemn, he looked like a slightly melancholy French gentleman between his eyebrows, but his eyes were so cunning, even with a cold mockery, she was uncomfortable.

The man's suit burst into countless tiny cracks, and the girl's knife technique in front of her was retracted to a certain extent, just like a kendo master walking smoothly. He smiled slightly, the black umbrella in his hand suddenly closed, and the iron rod-like umbrella body suddenly hit the side of Cheng Xinuo's knife, and the next moment the blade trembled violently, Cheng Xinuo's hand holding the handle of the knife hurt, and the long knife almost came out of his hand.

The man snorted, the umbrella handle swung down like a rainstorm, and the knife hit the vulnerable part of the long knife, Cheng Xinuo was confused for a while, only holding the knife to defend, and for a moment she even suspected that the long knife would break. The man's attack was not in order, as if a thug in the alley was using a baseball bat to blow up the car in front of him.

In the chaos, the man suddenly raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at Cheng Xinuo's heart, and at that moment, her brain was hot, and the yang blood instinctively activated from her body, strengthening her body senses at high speed as if she were self-defense. Cheng Xinuo watched as the muzzle of the gun erupted a half-inch-long spear flame, and the brass bullet swirled and ejected from the chamber, dragging a clear circle of air.

The swift swirling air shattered the raindrops in her path, and the trajectory of the bullets gradually connected to her heart.

Cheng Xinuo's body instinctively leaned back, the streets and alleys behind her were pitch black, and the invisible god of death was like a spirit behind her, opening her arms and pouring into her arms at any time.