If the wind had a shape, what would it look like? Probably only the person who fanned the wind knows. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If the wind had a color, what color would it be? Probably only the people who dye the wind know.

And the one who fanned the wind and dyed it his own color is here now. She decided that she wanted the wind to have the shape of a knife, the color of blood.

Everything was as she wanted.

"Huh!"

The red wind blade slashed across Nalan Twilight's shoulder, leaving a scar that was neither deep nor shallow.

The moment he shot Maruwen, he began to dodge, but he still couldn't completely dodge. It seems that it is still too reluctant to race against the wind with the flesh alone.

"Click!"

Wen pressed the shutter and filmed the moment when Nalan Yu dodged.

"The reaction is really fast, and I'm almost about to dodge!"

Of course, it's just "almost" to dodge.

Nalan Yu touched the wound on his shoulder, and said helplessly: "I said, is it okay for my subordinates to be merciful? ”

The part that was damaged by Reimu yesterday hasn't had time to be repaired, and now it's about to be torn apart by the wind. Pity him for this brand-name casual outfit, which became a beggar's outfit after a few days.

"Isn't that right?" Wen smiled, "so I have news to write about today." ”

"Since you don't give face so much, I can only fight quickly!"

"Let's try it!" Wen raised the fan, pointed at Nalan Twilight, and shouted, "If you use the words of a Western, it's 'Pull out the gun and see which of us is faster'!"

"Does that still need to be compared?"

Blood poured out of Nalan Twilight's arms and gathered together into two scarlet, crimson scimitars with jagged edges.

"Blood Blade [Crimson Moon]!"

He raised his hands and threw his twin knives hard in the direction where Wen was. As soon as the two crescent-shaped scimitars took off their hands, they spun at high speed, forming two blood-colored full moons. Two full moons flew towards Wen's wings, with the simple aim of breaking the tengu's wings and causing her to fall to the ground.

The power of this bloody blade comes from two sources. One is the tremendous pressure that makes it condense from blood into a sharp blade. The second is Nalan's unique cutting ability.

The girl's fragile wings, let alone withstand these two forces, even if she eats one of the two, she will be torn to pieces in an instant.

That didn't happen, though.

Wen was still floating there, but the two blood blades had flown behind her. This guy quickly rose a short distance as the blood blade flew in front of him, and when it passed, it deliberately returned to its original position - it was literally showing off its speed.

This evasive action, Nalan Yu relied on his excellent dynamic vision, and barely saw it clearly. But it is absolutely impossible to make him do the exact same action. The speed of shooting pills is really too abnormal.

"It's really not worth comparing, because it's not a grade at all!" Wen said, turning around, holding up the camera, and pressing the shutter on the two sharp blades that were fading away.

"Click!"

"Oh, the shooting is better than I expected!"

"Hey......" Nalan sighed and stretched out his hand. The two blood blades immediately changed direction and returned to his side, turning into blood again and flowing into his body.

"Click!"

The sharp-eyed Shooting Pill Wen, of course, would not miss this scene, and hurriedly recorded it.

"You guy, you can also manipulate the blood out of the body!"

"Not only blood, but any part of my body, even just a cell, can be manipulated as a separate individual. ”

"This description always feels a little obscene......"

"That's your evil heart. ”

"What's the matter?"

With a wave of his wings, Wen suddenly descended in front of Nalan Twilight, and asked in a mocking manner, "Then what should you do next?"

"It's hard to do!

It's really difficult, all of Nalan Twilight's advantages are built on speed. He is confident that the speed on the ground is not lost to anyone, or any creature, but the other party is in the sky.

At such times, he was a little skeptical of the "choice" he had made.

"Hey, hey, it's too late to admit defeat?"

After finishing speaking, another strong wind swept by, and Wen took advantage of Nalan Twilight's blink of an eye and flew back into the air.

"I said, you're flying so high, it will hurt if you fall, right?" asked Nalan Twilight, rubbing her eyes into the sand.

"Why did I fall?"

"Because you were beaten down by me!"

Nalan opened her arms as if she wanted to hug something. A crimson mist poured out of his body, slowly spreading out in all directions. His figure was shrouded in fog and gradually became obscured and difficult to catch.

"Click!"

Seeing the new trick, Wen hurriedly took a photo, and after taking it, he suddenly felt that this thing was a little familiar.

"Where do I think I've seen this?"

She remembered the mutation caused by another vampire two months ago. At that time, the sky in Gensokyo was obscured by red fog, and there was no daylight, and the clothes could not be dried outside for several days.

However, the red mist in front of him was different from the red mist at that time. As for the difference, Wen couldn't say it for a while.

"Miasma [Suffocating Tide]!"

In an instant, the red tide surged. The fog, which had been very calm, was now pouring out like a flood bursting its banks, swallowing up everything tangible.

Seeing such a scene, Wen subconsciously shuddered—she instinctively sensed danger. Her intuition told her that once she was swallowed by this "tide", the consequences would be unimaginable. Therefore, Wen did not hesitate to fly high into the air, trying to get away from the red mist near the ground.

"Ah~ah~ In Westerns, there's no option to escape. ”

Nalan Twilight's voice sounded so close, no, it was too close! Wen reconfirmed his situation, but found that he was stepping on solid earth under his feet, surrounded by blood red, and the person standing in front of him was none other than Nalan Twilight.

What disrupted the order of the space was undoubtedly what Reimu said, and it belonged to Nalan Twilight's "that power". Wen should have expected this, but she was a little careless.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

She took a breath and immediately coughed in gratitude from the stinging pain in her lungs.

The strange red mist was all atomized blood. Under Nalan Twilight's control, the blood sometimes turned into mist, mixed with air, and sometimes turned into sharp knives, leaving countless scars on the victim's body. Once inhaled into the body, the consequences can be imagined.

Wen quickly covered his mouth and nose, closed his eyes, spread his wings and wanted to fly away. Although even if you fly away, you may be "pulled" back again, but that is better than staying in the fog and being slaughtered.

Swinging his wings, the familiar feeling of weightlessness did not come, and Wen's feet were still the thick earth. The feeling of stepping on the ground is hopelessly grounded.

Thinking about it, since this fog is completely under Nalan Twilight's control, how can the bird in the fog fly away when it says it?

"Let me see, what do you have after losing speed?"

Nalan Yu smiled and walked towards Shotimaru Wen, every step he took was like a death knell.

Unable to breathe, unable to open his eyes, being hurt all the time, his body completely suppressed and unable to move, the enemy was already close in front of him - Wen's disadvantage was already as great as a mountain.

Strangely, she didn't panic, as if she was hiding something killer that could reverse the defeat.

In fact, she really hid such a trick that was enough to regain the disadvantage.