This group of students who were still bragging and chatting just now have clenched their swords and become successful warriors, but He Qitian, who is most like a warrior, or is regarded as a warrior by this group of people, can only hide on the school bus and try to maintain his style of being a master in the world.

He couldn't help it, he hadn't fired a gun, even his physique had been urgently trained not long ago, and his combat skills were completely inadequate. Just now he felt that he had regained the feeling of real college life, but now he has become an outsider again.

And this outsider is still being regarded as a hero. He Qitian knew that he couldn't panic.

This group of students is indeed well-trained, but they have not been trained in actual combat, and even if they are excellent, the anxiety and lack of confidence revealed in their emotions are so obvious.

The reason why this group of students is fearless is because he is in the car. He is He Qitian, an unemployed young man from a useless waste university with no special skills. But in the eyes of this group of students, he is the heir to the Round Table Councillor and the heir to the invincible Sword of Judgment. This group of students was not so much trying to protect He Qitian as they were trying to prove themselves to He Qitian, because no matter what, if they lost, then Your Excellency would not lose.

They didn't know that He Qitian didn't have any combat ability at all.

He Qitian's heart echoes with the story of indiscriminate refill, but unfortunately he is now the lead singer.

The students' positions have been established, and they are well versed in the theory and principle of the Pilgrim's combat, that is, in the battle between wizards and wizards, the range, rate of fire, and accuracy of firearms far exceed those of magic spells. The change of the times and the progress of science and technology have brought about the innovation of tactics.

As it darkened, the expected pursuers still didn't show up, much to Silbey's surprise, as everyone didn't know what the attackers were planning to do, and why they didn't attack after trapping them here.

"Rabbit, something is wrong, the other party is too slow, could it be that Uncle Henry's car is too fast, they really can't keep up?" Richard held the small flash of magic in his hand, if there were fluctuations in magic around him, this flash would give an early warning, and they would know that the attack was coming as soon as possible. But now the flash did not tremble, and the vicinity was as clean as white paper.

"I know, but if we go on like this, we have an advantage, and now we are very close to our estimated arrival time, remember our arrangement? Arrive at the academy when it gets dark, and then the fireworks will be lifted into the sky, and the party will begin. Catherine replied from the rooftop, still looking at the scope, she was the team's second eye.

"yes, but we probably won't see the fireworks now...... Wait, what did you just say?" Richard's smile froze halfway, and Catherine's words reminded him of something very important.

Time, the attackers were actually waiting for a certain time!The brain was racing, and Richard thought of something, he suddenly crouched down and pressed his hand to the ground.

At this moment, He Qitian in the school bus suddenly shuddered. He felt the terrible malice that suddenly emerged like maggots from the darkness in all directions!

Sylbe saw the change in He Qitian's expression and knew what he had discovered, this Excellency's perception was sharper and more reasonable than theirs, and the immediate task now was to find out what was happening.

Richard stood up, his face pale, and he shouted loudly, "All those who are free, all chant the purification spell!"

"Are you crazy? We're all combatants, we're wizards, who's going to purify spells? None of the Apocalypse Guild came. Silbert interrupted.

After the president finished speaking, he realized something, "Lights!

Four bright flames of light dragged a long line of smoke into the sky, and the orange-red light suddenly lit up the surroundings.

Empty eye sockets, swaying figures emerged in the flash, and as soon as these things appeared, all the students held their breath in unison.

Their bodies were shriveled, the smell of rancid smell wafted in the wind, and these stumps and pieces of flesh could still move again, which simply refreshed He Qitian's three views.

"Necromancer!Everyone's magazines!Replace red phosphorus shells!" Silbek was not stunned, she was young, but she knew what to do on the battlefield as a commander and leader.

They use steel core bullets that are capable of carving a large hole in the head of any murderous dark wizard and turning him into a dead man. But now the enemy in front of them is a dead man, and these monsters with incomplete body parts are probably useless to make a hole in their heads.

The dark red bullet was pressed into the chamber, and the students held their breath.

"Rabbit, do you want my backup?" asked Catherine, who hadn't changed her bullets.

"No, the caster of necromancy must be close to the place where the spell is cast, he can't be too far away. Find him, kill him. "Richard's face is hideous, and his heart is indeed much darker in the upper grades. But do these students really have the ability to kill others?

"It's a lot of, but it's interesting, would you be interested in going on a date with me on Shadow Street when you go back?" Catherine gritted her teeth.

"Then you don't mean that this is for nothing? Your Excellency is still in the car? Isn't it certain that we will go back alive? It is the difference between us protecting Your Excellency and us being carried back by Your Excellency!" Richard was stunned for a moment, and then happily showed two rows of teeth, he has been chasing Catherine for almost four years, but unfortunately the College Rose has not seen a man with his eyes in the past four years, otherwise how can someone say that adversity sees the truth?

"Don't talk nonsense, I can also date Your Excellency. Catherine's words were like knives into Richard's smug heart.

Competing with He Qitian? Richard couldn't help but think of a few men with such qualifications in his mind, and it was obvious that there was no himself in them.

The flares that flew into the sky fell to the ground, and Silbe again clenched the launcher, "ready to ......"

Fingers are white.

"Free fire!"

Flares flew into the sky, ten automatic rifles roared at the same time, and a red trail drew a red-hot red line in the air, and the corpses that passed through this line were set on fire, and these walking corpses were lit up like standing torches, illuminating everything around the school bus.

The flickering flames cast dappled light and shadow, and these hideous and terrifying corpses were like believers dancing wildly in the firelight, their bodies were wrapped in flames, their bones were burned, and the corpse oil was squeezed out of the place where there was no flame, but they still moved forward.

He Qitian swallowed, it was as if he had come to a dance party in Hell, and this group of hellish demons was inviting him to a carnival.

However, the fire also causes great damage to the tissues of the human body, these things are not the same as the zombies in Resident Evil, they do not need a nervous system, so a headshot cannot cause fatal injuries to them, but they still need muscle tissue to run the body's activities. The muscles and tendons were burned, and the corpses collapsed to the ground, waiting for the flames to consume them completely.

There was a foul stench in the air, the students all turned blue, and Sylbe was also pale, she steadied: "Steady! This is the battlefield faced by the seniors and wizards, we are the elite of the academy, we will not lose to anyone! ”

At this time, can you still mention the glory of the academy? He Qitian didn't understand a little, if it was him, he would have run away a long time ago. Perhaps, these guys are running so slowly, there is a chance to run away.

Let's wait and see, perhaps......

He Qitian still remembered that Feng Long had said this before sending him on the plane......

"Maybe you're quite brave, but I suggest that the next time you encounter this kind of thing, I suggest you run away quickly, as the so-called heroes don't suffer immediate losses, it's better to die than to live." Fenglong was drinking milk and toast in the microwave when he said this.

"Why? Do you still care about my life or death?"

"Oh no, if you die, I always think it's because I'm dead, I'm going to feel guilty, guilty, you know. Fenglong raised his eyebrows, his face was full of the word "unbeaten", but unfortunately, there are really few people in this world who can beat him.

"Do you feel guilty if someone dies for you?"

"Wouldn't you? Everyone will~ It's just to see if the skin is thick enough, whether it can be treated as if nothing happened. ”

The memories ended here, He Qitian moved in his seat and cursed secretly: "Damn, I almost became cheeky?"

He's not the type to sit still, Fenglong gave him equipment, then he has to use it, isn't this time a critical moment?

He stood up in the car and walked to the back of the crate, which contained the weapon that the dragon had given him.

He Qitian had just taken two steps when he suddenly realized that something was wrong. It wasn't just him who stayed in the car, but also the driver, Uncle Henry, a middle-aged uncle who was good at drag racing but not good at fighting. But he hadn't heard the driver for a long time.

He Qitian turned around, and Uncle Henry was lying on the steering wheel.

He Qitian stretched out his hand and pushed, and the majestic man seemed to be welded to the steering wheel, not moving.

It was cold, He Qitian suddenly took half a step back, he understood that something was wrong, it was too cold, why was it so cold here?

Uncle Henry's body was already covered with hoarfrost, and not only that, but the ice flowers gradually spread out, like creepers growing along the walls.

He Qitian slammed into the back of the car and hugged the heavy iron box.

The iron box is locked with ten simple mechanical locks, which are simple to unlock but firmly engaged.

Now He Qitian was anxious to pull out the lock, his fingers were trembling, so that he couldn't touch the lock.

The glass of the school bus was completely covered, and the horizontal ice flowers made the glass blurry, and He Qitian could only see the fire outside through the ice, like a layer of frosted glass.

A layer of ice, separating life and death, outside is a demonic ball, inside is a hell full of ice.

The ground of the school bus had already formed a thick layer of ice, He Qitian raised his feet, shrunk into the seat, and held the half-locked iron box in his arms.

The last straw is in this box, no matter what kind of weapon is inside, it is best to be in it with Donghuang Bell and Xuanyuan Sword.

And He Qitian suddenly found that from the tuyere of the air conditioner, something suddenly came out.

Black objects poured out like fountains from such tiny gaps, and He Qitian blinked.

It was hair, countless tiny black hairs, pouring out of the cracks, like turning on a faucet.

At this moment, there was a sudden loud bang above He Qitian's head, and a piece of twisted steel fell straight into the carriage.

He Qitian suddenly remembered that there were emergency escape routes on the roof of the school bus, and Silbe must have noticed it.

"Your Excellency, come out quickly!" Catherine stretched out her hand to He Qitian, which was already redundant, and in her opinion, it would not be a problem for Her Excellency to set a high jump height of 6 meters.

He Qitian reached out and grabbed the slender arm, a string of strange characters glowing on this arm.

He Qitian never thought that such a girl would have such a great strength, and Catherine pulled him out like a chicken with the iron box in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, ......" Catherine confirmed the box in He Qitian's hand, the lock on it had been opened 8 times, it seemed that He Qitian was ready to do it just now.

"What's going on?" He Qitian asked.

"We all thought it was a curse, but it wasn't......! We need your help!You must do it now!" Catherine screamed impatiently, and He Qitian suddenly realized that the gunfire around him had stopped.

All around was filled with a blue glow, reflecting Catherine's anxious face.

It was a huge magic circle, as if carved on the road, and the center of the magic circle was this poor school bus.

There was deathly silence all around, and all the students were still at their combat posts under the blue light. All of their bodies had a layer of blue ice crystals on their surfaces, and the students, along with the living dead, turned into blue ice sculptures.

"Are they dead?" He Qitian couldn't believe that there were so many sacrifices in front of him, his eyes were as big as a bull's eye, and he was so shocked that he hesitated to cry twice to show his grief and indignation.

"It's not dead, but it's going to be soon, the ice of the alien spirit will gradually absorb the life force of people, and it will not immediately kill the humans it catches......" Catherine grabbed He Qitian's shoulder, the girl's sniper rifle fell at her feet, and she squeezed out a smile: "Sorry, Your Excellency, I didn't let you see the demeanor of the academy." When I get back, I'll make amends to you......"

"Hey, what are you talking about?" He Qitian didn't understand, but he didn't have a chance to understand. Pale blue ice crystals crept up Catherine's face, freezing the girl's last apologetic smile on her face.

The ice climbed up the body, and He Qitian realized that the girl was frozen later than the others because she was standing on the roof of the car.

There was only one person left here who was still standing. Catherine was still laughing at the end, she felt that He Qitian would definitely be able to defeat the necromancers and release them.

But He Qitian does not have such ability.

He Qitian didn't know why he wasn't frozen, although he felt cold, he didn't freeze.

A man in a black suit came out of the forest.

All the students here are his catches, his trophies, he rubs his hands, shuttles between the ice sculptures, and has a playful smile on his face.

His hands have touched these "ice sculptures" and sometimes on women's breasts, he is such a strange person, he has no interest in warm human girls at all, but now it is different, these are his works, his outstanding artistic expressions.

Until he raised his head and met He Qitian's eyes.

"I thought necromancers wore those tattered cloaks that they couldn't afford to repair, but I didn't expect you to wear a handmade suit?" He Qitian straightened up, and the black box was wide open beside him.

Inside the box was a long knife. The shape is very similar to the horizontal knife of the Tang Dynasty, but the blade is longer, and this knife is honestly not new. Packed in the sheath, it is black and does not slip away, and it is completely featureless.

This knife doesn't seem to be reliable. He Qitian knew that he himself was very unreliable. He should have run as soon as possible, as long as he could, with his current physical fitness, running a marathon shouldn't be a problem, maybe he could run to the school to find help.

But this man appeared, and He Qitian couldn't throw these students to this necromancer. He decided to take a gamble.

"Who are you?" the man's smile froze, like going into the sand to steal melons, and only to find a leap in the melon bushes.

"You can guess who I am. He Qitian's voice was trembling, but he tried to make himself look more comfortable, and more importantly, he used Chinese.

This is He Qitian's gamble, and it is also his impatience, he not only wants to make up for it today, but he also wants to fake the tiger!

Sure enough, this man may not understand Chinese, but he knows that He Qitian speaks Chinese. That's enough.

The necromancer's already pale face was now even more ugly. The Chinese also have resistance to the freezing of alien spirits. The identity of this man is already being revealed. He wanted to take the risk and catch a few big fish, but he caught a sea monster.

He Qitian's legs were trembling, but he soon found that the man in front of him was trembling even more than him.

The necromancer tried to squeeze the honorific out ......of his mouth, but his teeth and tongue didn't listen, sounding more like he was doing a botched rap.

He Qitian's fear was alleviated a little, and he began to believe that Fenglong's bastard's attack was definitely black and juice, and he was scared of this kid...... What the hell do you usually do with these dark wizards and necromancers to make these blood-licking scum shake like this when they hear your name?

The person who can scare the villain into using honorifics against him, he is not a savior, he must be the most vicious of the villains.

"What?" He Qitian tried his best to imitate Feng Long's speech, and it was the tone he had when he first heard Feng Long speak.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was wrong! I was wrong!" After the silent and embarrassing rap, the black suit's first reaction was to kneel down and kowtow to apologize.

This made He Qitian stunned, you can't understand Chinese, why are you so proficient in this business? Have you practiced?

The effect of deterrence tactics was much better than He Qitian thought, so good that He Qitian was a little proud.

The necromancer crouched there like an ant, kowtowing like pounded garlic.

He Qitian was still too young, he forgot one thing, poisonous snakes are poisonous snakes, and they won't change anything. As the dark wizard said, once humans surrender to their own desires and powers, they lose their minds and judgment. The dragon is cruel because he is the only way to plant fear in the hearts of these outlaws.

One thing He Qitian overlooked was that it was Fenglong, not him, who planted fear.

One of the characteristics of the outlaws is that these bastards have always had a fluke mentality, so the dragon must kill them all and never give them a chance to get lucky.

Just as the man kowtowed, the hair in the carriage gradually gathered up. A long tattered cloak appeared in the air, this cloak was made up of hair, floating in mid-air.

The moment this cloak appeared, the growth rate of the frost on the body suddenly skyrocketed, and the frost flowers gnawed upwards like man-eating insects, and they couldn't wait to bloom!

The air suddenly turned cold, He Qitian felt abnormal, and a surging malice came to his face behind him.

The roof of the car became very slippery, and He Qitian stumbled and slipped under his feet, and his body smashed on the ground frozen with a layer of ice crystals.

He just had better physical fitness than others, and this fall suddenly made him unable to stand up in pain, and I don't know if he broke his bones.

The pitch-black cloak fell from the sky, and the hem of the cloak immediately grew crystal ice flowers, which belonged to the extreme cold of death and dead silence.

The necromancer stood up, with droplets of water still hanging from his forehead, but he didn't mind laughing out loud: "Hahahaha, it's such a piece of waste, it's such a thing." "He spoke like chaff just now, but now he spoke like a reed.

"Your master is a ruthless character, but unfortunately, aren't you two generations all vain? His demeanor became complacent, and his face was full of greed and mockery.

He Qitian's most annoying expression.

"I think we should take a good look at the death of His Excellency Fenglong, and then I will be famous. You know, in our business, reputation is more important than money. The necromancer licked his lips, and he became agitated. As long as he can kill the heirs of the Blade Dragon, then his price will rise on the black market, not to mention that the Descendants of the Blade Dragon itself has a lot of rewards. He didn't have the ability to take Fenglong's bounty, but there was no reason not to take the bounty in front of him.

"To introduce you, this thing is called the Wandering Spirit, the highest masterpiece of necromancy, good at draining life force and creating fear. The black cloak floated beside the necromancer, and He Qitian noticed that there was a shriveled and terrifying face hidden under the cloak, and he couldn't imagine what kind of painful death could create such a distorted face.

Finally, today I played myself in.

He Qitian smiled bitterly, he stood up with the cold body, he was not hopeless, he had not let go of the long knife in his hand, he still had a chance.

"Finish him off. As soon as the man waved his hand, the strange spirit beside him slowly floated towards He Qitian.

The distance between them wasn't far, but the wandering spirit floated slowly, but as he got closer, the bone-chilling cold grew more and more bitter.

He Qitian didn't wait any longer, he drew his long knife and decided to put the last chance of life on believing in the Fenglong.

When the long knife is unsheathed, the blade of the blade makes a sharp sound on the sheath, like a bee flapping its wings.

The pitch-black blade slashed towards the head of the alien spirit, and the body under this cloak didn't know if there was any entity, in contrast, He Qitian still chose to attack the face of the alien wanderer that could be seen.

The huge shock force made He Qitian's wrist numb, and the long knife fell to the ground.

No miracle happened, and this sword, which Fenglong called "a weapon that can only be used in an emergency", did not play any role at all, and He Qitian slashed the head of the alien spirit, as if it had been cut into a stone.

The long knife was taken off, and the necromancer laughed loudly, He Qitian was so useless when he was dying, this attack scared him for a moment, but in the end it was just a ridiculous farce.

The wanderer stretched out its withered palm, the skin of which was pale, just a white bone wrapped in a withered skin.

It was cold, and the breath exhaled by He Qitian turned into white frost, sticking around his nose.

The necromancer chooses to let him die in the most painful way possible, and the wandering spirit will use the palm of his hand to extract his life force little by little, allowing him to experience the feeling of his soul being sucked out of his body and then crumpled little by little.

This time, He Qitian didn't have a chance to be confused, he only felt severe pain.

"Death is an inevitable process for living beings, but you shouldn't die so tragically. You have the courage to defend, but you lack the strength to defend. But for me, being weak is not a sin, being willing to be weak is. The silver bell-like sound poured into He Qitian's ears like lightning, splitting the sharp pain, the pain gradually subsided, and the tinnitus disappeared.

The breeze blew through the clouds, and the silver moon showed half of its face, shining its light downward. He Qitian opened his eyes and saw a string of Milky Ways falling from the sky.

Soon He Qitian's blurred vision recovered, and he saw clearly that it was not the Milky Way, it was a waist-length silver hair, like a Milky Way rolling down in the skylight in the moonlight.

It was a tall woman, standing between He Qitian and the Wandering Spirit, she reached out and grabbed the Wandering Spirit's wrist, and the terrifying monster's face was actually full of horror.

"If you still have the strength, stand up, don't lose the face of the dragon. The woman turned her head and smiled contemptuously at He Qitian.

He Qitian actually forgot to speak.

The woman's smile was full of contempt, but He Qitian didn't mind. Because the empress can empty her eyes, the empress has the right to trample on all beings!

At the moment when the woman turned around, He Qitian felt that the world had turned black and white at this moment, and only the woman in front of him remained.

When the mythical goddess Venus was born, the god of wind sailed for her, and the goddess of spring dressed her. But the beauty of this woman is even greater, Natasha is already the most beautiful woman He Qitian has ever seen, but in front of this woman, Natasha is like a puppet buried in the earth. It was as if heaven and earth were born in an effort to match the beauty of this woman, and just by standing there, heaven and earth were bowed to her feet.

But she was by no means a vase, the oppressive force on this woman's body was as strong as her beauty, and the blood in He Qitian's whole body was about to coagulate. He couldn't even breathe, he just wanted to greedily catch the woman's figure in sight, and never forget it.

Seeing He Qitian's appearance, the woman shook her head. "The concentration is too poor, how could he choose you?"

The woman's eyes lit up suddenly. Scarlet blood rose from under her eyes.

The woman's back was to the moonlight, and the blood in her eyes even overshadowed the moon's brilliance in He Qitian's eyes.

The oppressive force on him suddenly increased a hundredfold, and he was pressed to the ground, the ice under him cracked like a spider web, and the woman's momentum was actually able to cause a physical impact.

"There's a lot more to learn, and you can't do anything right now. The woman turned her head, and the suffocating beauty faded, but the oppressive force remained.

"He didn't teach you how to fight, but he gave it to you. The woman sighed, and as soon as she reached out to the ground, the long black knife was actually sucked into her hand.

The woman let go of the wandering spirit, put the long knife in front of her eyes and studied it carefully, she murmured softly, her tone full of affection and sorrow: "Suzaku, Suzaku, I see you again, your master, where is my love? Do you know how much I miss him? Do you know how lonely I have lived for 600 years?"

In the end, He Qitian actually heard a low sobbing, the voice was like a nightingale in the night, desolate and sad, sadness and loneliness emanated from the woman's body, overpowering her previous coercion and momentum, and only the sound of this woman looking at the long knife and sobbing silently was left in heaven and earth.

He Qitian didn't dare to move, even the necromancer was stunned, what was the situation with this female madman, she was able to use her physical body to contact the alien spirit without being affected?

For the necromancer, he didn't have the energy or interest to admire the woman's peerless face, because most of the woman's momentum and oppressive power was actually on him! He recited the talisman for the first time, but he could still hear his bones moaning in an overwhelmed way.

It wasn't until he saw the woman's eyes that all his doubts turned into fear.

Like blood-colored blood-red pupils, this is the blood pupil that only the ancestors of the three generations of the blood clan have! But a dark wizard like the necromancer and the blood scarlet council are allies, and only one person in the blood clan can take care of this kind of idle business.

More than 600 years ago, the "Daywalker" who betrayed the Bloodline, this is the outlier of the Bloodline, she specializes in hunting non-human races, and has always called herself a human, and what is even more bizarre is that she can walk in the sun as a Bloodline.

Of course, this is not enough to make the necromancer afraid, ordinary blood clan, he can deal with it outside the five generations, and he can find a way to escape from the four generations of the blood clan, unless he encounters the ancestor level of the blood clan for more than three generations, he is bound to die. And this daywalker, she is one of the thirteen descendants of the first ancestor of the bloodline, the noble second-generation bloodline! The third-generation bloodline is already the prototype of most of the demons in the biblical story, and the second-generation bloodline is almost always a real monster that does not exist on paper.

Why was Galahad able to become the most prestigious member of the Round Table in the wizarding world, and enjoy the respect of all wizards? It was because this man killed 7 second-generation ancestors in one fell swoop in the Battle of Daybreak, severely damaged the Crimson Council, and ended the Crimson Council's shadow rule in the shadow of human history for thousands of years.

Even Fenglong didn't dare to say such a thing!

A fishy smell came, and the necromancer actually urinated, and under extreme fear, he couldn't even take care of himself as a human.

The Daywalker suddenly took a deep breath and stopped sobbing, and then her voice came, an eerie echo of hell: "I have finally seen the familiar old thing after all these years, but you don't know how to see the situation clearly, even a dog knows where to deal with your dirty deeds, right?"

The Daywalker laughed, she laughed so beautifully, but now this beauty was mixed with terrible killing intent.

"Boy, look at it, what is the way you fight. The Daywalker raised his long knife flat, stretched out his left hand into a finger, and flicked it lightly on the blade.

As if the momentum field of substance spread from the body of the daywalker, He Qitian only felt that his body was light, and the sense of oppression brought by the woman was suddenly swept away.

"Suzaku, banned. The empress's lips opened lightly, and she spit out Chinese characters with a round tone, and even her tone was more eccentric, this pronunciation method is very ancient, and it has long been drowned in the long river of Chinese history.

The sound of breathing, very heavy breathing!

The sound was like a giant bellows sucking in hundreds of cubic meters of oxygen in one go, which was then sent into a forge by a giant.

The ice was melting, and with the Daywalker as the center, the scorching heat radiated out like the sun, and the evil cold of the wandering spirit could not resist even half a minute, and the heat swept across the battlefield like a knight on horseback, trampling all the ice flowers to pieces.

One by one, the students thawed, but they did not wake up and collapsed to the ground.

He Qitian's gaze couldn't be taken away, and even the necromancer couldn't take his eyes off.

The long black knife, which was originally unremarkable, now lit up with dark red lines. Is it actually breathing?

He Qitian found the thing.

The giant beast of the desolation opened its eyes, revealing eyes as dazzling as lava, its lungs like a bell, and the oxygen between heaven and earth seemed to be torn apart by it.

The sound of vigorous breathing sounded with the light and darkness of the long knife, and after each dimming, the color was brighter when the next time the long knife lit up. Heaven and earth are the furnace of the sword, and it is boiling in this furnace.

The Vermilion Bird, the guardian beast of the southern part of Chinese legend, symbolizes the blazing Southern Flame! It is the embodiment of the flames, and the soul of the divine beast is really lodged in this knife, and now the Vermilion Bird has been awakened by the Daywalker.

The crimson blade flowed with golden streamers, it was no longer dim, and the Sunwalker seemed to hold a burning, white blade in his hand, which was emitting an astonishing heat.

"That's what he wants, he knows that once Suzaku appears in England, I will definitely come. This is the way he left you to save your life. Daywalker sighed, whether it was the Bladed Dragon she knew or not, but anyone who had the name of the Bladed Dragon seemed to be very calculating.

A look of horror appeared on the Wanderer's face, and the shriveled and tattered old face was distorted with horror. Undead creatures are not afraid, only the bright sun can give them this color called fear, which is forgotten with death, but it has shown fear twice today, just because of instinct.

There is no way back, there is no way back, the woman's skin is as white as snow under the light of the Suzaku, no blood, but the dazzling charm is getting heavier and heavier, the woman takes a half step forward leisurely, the blade of the Suzaku draws a straight trajectory in the air, no fancy, no superfluous movements, but precise as surgery, decisive as a soldier cutting off his head, Suzaku was accurately stabbed into the eyebrows of the alien spirit by this woman, and the bright and blazing blade pierced out from the back of the alien spirit's head.

The blue light in the wanderer's eyes went out in an instant, and the entire withered body turned into white ashes and fell from the blade in a matter of seconds, like a smoldered skeleton, as if the dried corpse had spontaneously combusted everywhere in that instant.

The woman turned around and stretched out her hand and waved the scabbard on the ground automatically came to her hand, she used the knife as naturally as waving an arm, the Suzaku let out a sharp chirp, it was really as majestic as the legendary Chinese beast, the orange-red blade quickly dimmed, and the terrifying heat quickly disappeared, the woman put the knife into the sheath like a cloud, and the divine weapon fell silent again.

Her movements are not fancy, but you can't avoid her knife. The sword skills of this blood clan have actually reached the realm of returning to the basics, she is not only a blood clan, but also a martial arts master.

He Qitian admitted that he was clumsy, this woman's appearance is indeed unparalleled in the world, but her strength is sharper and more fatal than her beauty.

"I took the knife, since I accepted his love, then I will be this good person. Boy, answer me first, what kind of person do you want to be?" the Daywalker hid the Suzaku under his cloak, which seemed to be pinned to his waist.

"Me?" He Qitian repeated dementedly.

Seeing his demented appearance, the woman shook her head: "Forget it, those children will wake up soon, let's talk later." ”

Before He Qitian could react, the woman had already waved her hand, turned around and ran quickly into the forest.

I don't know how long it took, He Qitian suddenly woke up, he realized what happened, the knife seemed to have been taken away?

Damn! He Qitian instantly understood, he lost the weapon sent by Brother Fenglong, and it seems that the woman didn't solve the necromancer?

He Qitian gasped, thinking to himself, eldest sister, you pretend to be forced and don't make up for the sword?

He Qitian suddenly retreated a few meters away, and then looked at the necromancer. The guy still had a stunned expression, his body stiff and motionless.

After a few more minutes, He Qitian saw that this warlock still didn't react at all, so he mustered up the courage to step forward and gently nudge him.

This warlock's gaze was dull, and when He Qitian looked closely, his pupils had long lost their brilliance, and he couldn't even breathe.

"I'll wipe it!" He Qitian was still the first time he saw a dead person, so frightened that he pushed it violently, pushing the body of this warlock to the ground, this thing was actually scared to death?

As soon as the heavy corpse fell to the ground, He Qitian heard applause.

As soon as Sylbe opened his eyes, he saw He Qitian roaring "I'll wipe", and then beat a thief-eyed guy to the ground with one palm. It can only be said that it is worthy of Your Excellency, and sure enough, this kind of necromancer is a small meaning in front of him. What else can be done but applaud?

So in the deep night, the frightened He Qitian looked at the stiff corpse in front of him, but there was a little Lori next to him who looked at him adoringly and applauded enthusiastically. As the students woke up, more and more people joined the applause.

As a result, He Qitian's great achievements have been added......