The room opposite the cocoon was filled with black smoke, and the table lamp, which had been faintly bright, was shrouded in black smoke and difficult to see. Only the occasional drift of black smoke can see a little yellow light in the gap, like a ghost eye in the fog.

The two black-clad demon hunters are both high-level magicians, and under the cover of black smoke, they can be "invisible" at any time.

At this time, in the room, except for the black fog, there was no trace of the two black-clothed people at all.

Sun Xingguo stood in front of Song Qiaohui, looking a little nervous. At this time, the face is a little pale, probably due to excessive blood loss.

He wears a white T-shirt over white long-sleeved cotton pajamas.

The pajamas were torn and there were many small openings, and blood was oozing from each of them.

The cotton pajamas are red and white, which is very eye-catching.

His arm shook a little, not because of fear, but because of the feeling of powerlessness that was about to be exhausted.

In his hand, he held a semicircular flake with blood stains on it.

"How?" he asked.

"Imperceptible. Song Qiaohui was very calm, but her anxious mood could still be found in her hurried tone, she was tightly protected by Sun Xingguo and did not suffer much damage.

She is a quasi-high-level magician, and she is also a psycho-perceptual magician, and the perceptual magician has no offensive ability, just like a radar, most of the time it can only detect the location of movable objects.

They are perfect for use at night or in isolated environments.

But at this moment, she was completely unaware of the existence of those two people. In her perception, the man in black who was still in the room just now seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

But they all knew that the two people were still there, hidden in the black fog in the living room.

The whirlwind slash in Sun Xingguo's hand was sent out six times before it hurt one of them, and every time he used the whirlwind slash, he needed to use strong spiritual power.

There is only one prerequisite for becoming a high-level magician, and that is the mind, that is, the mental power.

Mind is one of the criteria for whether or not you can use special functions or small illusions.

For example, bending or breaking a spoon is more of pure magic, while some are truly special.

If there is a strong idea and a good internal force, it is enough to support the length of the use of the idea, and it can improve the strength of the idea.

Sun Xingguo's idea may be not bad, but his internal strength is much worse. He knew that he could still unleash three or four whirlwind slashes at most at this time.

Of course, the two men in black probably knew from his performance.

That's where those two men in black are terrible. Since it cannot be touched, it is more than persistence, and whose blood is shed.

If the two men in black were not invisible, or during the day, even if the lights could be turned on, Sun Xingguo would be sure to kill either of them.

Only now, they don't even have a chance to turn on the lights. As long as they had the intention of turning on the lights, a cloud of black smoke would shoot out of the black mist, and then, when the black smoke dispersed, several small pieces of iron would burst out.

At the same time, the man in black kept rushing out of the black fog, injuring Sun Xingguo to the point of blood, and most of the injuries on his body were injured by iron pieces.

If it weren't for the fact that he was slightly frightened by the round knife in Sun Xingguo's hand, how could Sun Xingguo have been able to support it until now.

Black smoke began to surge, and it looked like something was about to rush out.

"There are needles in the cotton. Song Qiaohui said in a low voice, "Protection." ”

The needle hidden in the cotton was originally just a magic trick, but when the man in black used his mind to send it out, it became a piece of iron wrapped in black smoke, and it was a piece of iron that exploded and scattered.

Sun Xingguo has "experienced" this situation several times, and each time he will be injured by these "shrapnel".

But the man in black is very cunning, and he doesn't always use the means of hiding needles in the cotton, sometimes there are only "cotton" and no "needles", and it is this method that makes Sun Xingguo even more tired to deal with.

If he uses a whirlwind to slash his body, and the other party makes a false move, he will consume his thoughts in vain, which is equivalent to one less guarantee.

And he can't hide yet, firstly, for the sake of Song Hye Kyo behind him, and secondly, he can't give the man in black a chance to get close.

Fortunately, after several perceptions, Song Qiaohui has already understood the other party's means.

Before the word "protect" was spoken, Sun Xingguo's whirlwind slash had already flown up and spun in front of her.

The wind sounded, and the black smoke receded.

A fist-sized cloud of black smoke shot out from within, hitting the spinning thin blade, stirring and dispersing.

There was a clanging sound, and there were sparks.

Where the sparks flicker, the eyes are slightly bright.

The outside of the eyes is darker.

The sparks were fleeting.

At the moment when the spark lit up, black smoke poured again.

"Two, left and right. It was Song Qiaohui's shouting, very anxious.

Sun Xingguo's heart froze, knowing that the two people on the other side suddenly shot together, they should not want to entangle with themselves anymore.

This is the final blow!

Sun Xingguo knew that with his current ability, he could kill at most one person, or only seriously injure one person.

Well, after that......

Black smoke poked out of a black stick, pointing at Sun Xingguo's right arm with a thin blade.

Two clouds of black smoke popped out, one shot at Sun Xingguo's heart, and the other shot over his left shoulder towards Song Qiaohui.

Sun Xingguo shouted, completely ignoring the stick and the black smoke shooting into his heart.

With the movement of his right wrist, the thin blade in his hand was already spinning into black smoke.

His left arm was raised, and his left hand was directly aimed at the black smoke that shot at Song Qiaohui.

The black stick withdrew into the smoke, and there was a sound of breaking bodies, and a crisp sound of gold and iron rang out.

Two voices came from the black mist.

A cold snort, a sneer.

Sun Xingguo believed that his whirlwind slash had broken through one of the bodies, but his mind was still strongly connected to the whirlwind slash, but he didn't see his whirlwind slash fly back.

He also knew that with his current thoughts, he could no longer fully control his weapons.

Two clouds of black smoke had burst out, and the sound was not loud, like two sighs.

Sun Xingguo had six or seven small pieces embedded in his chest, and the palm of his left hand had also been penetrated by iron pieces or embedded in his palm.

The two fingers of the index and middle fingers are gone.

The blood on his chest was stained red along the white pajamas.

Song Qiaohui didn't have it in her eyes, pulled out the iron piece on Sun Xingguo's chest, calmly tore open the sheets, and then took out the silk cotton in the quilt, wrapped it in the sheets, and stuffed it into his pajamas.

Then he sprinkled a sheet and wrapped his injured left hand in a very skillful way. After completing this series of actions, she stood in front of Sun Xingguo and quietly looked at the black smoke in front of her.

The eyes are clear and calm.

He didn't refuse her movements, his eyes were full of tenderness.

Speechless, even in the end.

The table lamp is like a chrysanthemum bean, still faintly bright.

The black smoke faded and the human form gradually appeared.