If no one betrays him, then he will stay here until he dies, and no one will come to him.

"You know, and you still ask me?" The swordsman stopped talking nonsense, a handful of fish intestines lay between his hands, and he rushed out for a moment without touching the ground under his feet.

Since the day the fish intestines were found, it seems to have only been unsheathed once. This man is still blessed, and not everyone is lucky enough to see the fish intestines out of the sheath.

A ray of light pierced the dead air, and the innate sharp aura of the fish intestines made the fire that slowly emitted a huge amount of heat tremble uncomfortably.

The man naturally noticed it, and the corners of his mouth gradually pursed into a line, and his whole face tightened.

The flames finally turned into a shield the moment the fish gut stabbed them, blocking most of the man's attacks. Fire is not mortal fire, but fish intestines are not mortal swords.

In this battle, the fire did not take any advantage. And, the man was shocked by the sword light and flew out.

The swordsman's eyes narrowed: "You don't know how to spell?" Otherwise, even a fool would not have taken his own move with his body.

"Ahem, ahem." The man kept clutching his chest, and the smell of blood in his mouth made him uncomfortable.

The man didn't pay attention to the swordsman's question, in his opinion, what was in this ding was the most important.

As long as he persists for a while, even if he is beaten to the point of only one breath and gets what is inside, he can recover immediately.

The man had words in his mouth, and although the swordsman had already made a judgment, this person had no mana at all. But for some reason, there was still an unusual aura about him.

Even, it is this breath that controls the flames. There must be some connection between the two.

The fire, which was shocked by the power of the fish intestines, felt the man's call, like a poisonous snake after hibernation, dormant for a long time, and then took off again, and must be ready to attack.

The swordsman didn't even have to look at it, just as the man was just muttering something, he could feel an unusually hot heat around him.

This kind of heat is not yet mature, but it is enough to fight any foreign spiritual power that wants to be against it.

"What do you want to do?" The swordsman felt that the water on his body was losing at an extremely fast rate. After saying this, he could clearly feel his lips cracking.

There are many unsolved mysteries, so that the swordsman who is fighting alone actually has a sense of awe from the bottom of his heart. This is different from fear, but it comes from the suppression of spiritual powers.

This does not have any effect at all on people who are not purely involved in spiritual power.

The swordsman's heart was beating, and he was jumping and jumping, and even the hand holding the fish intestine was sweating slightly.

The red light of the fire even faintly tinged with a deep black, like a pool of drained spring water suddenly rising from the ground, all around the man's side.

The swordsman's brows furrowed, isn't this fire against himself?

Isn't he hot? This heat can't even be carried by even a swordsman who is still a few meters away from it, let alone a man who is almost invisible when he is surrounded by firelight.

The huge flames grew smaller and smaller, but the heat did not decrease in the slightest. It wasn't until it condensed into a fist-sized sphere that the man stopped babbling incantations.

"Swordsman, you, you have to stop him." The bone elf said strongly, she couldn't care about the pain of the fire behind her now.

The moment she was pulled down by the chain that the fire had transformed, she seemed to catch a glimpse of the black slimy thing in it.

It was nothing else, it was clearly the big black bug from before.

Insects like to move in the dark, and the air in the cave is difficult to circulate, so the dead can be preserved here for a longer period of time than if they were directly exposed to the sun.

What do they feed on, the bone elves were still wondering, so many of them moving together in batches, they must be feeding on something.

Until I thought that I hadn't cultivated my human form before, this kind of insect loved to gnaw on white bones the most.

It just so happened that the bones of so many dead people in Chang'an City were nowhere to be found, and it was difficult not to connect with these bugs.

Feeding these bugs with white bones, especially the skull, is not just a fetish.

Now he wants to increase the heat again, even if he doesn't know what medicine is sold in this man's gourd, he will definitely not let him succeed by relying on his directness.

"Okay." The swordsman swiped his sword lightly, and he didn't know how much chance the fish intestines still had to win against the integrated fire.

At that time, he was able to penetrate the shield of fire illusion, but it was only because he only used ten tenths of his strength to support his death, but his sword was full of strength.

The powerful evil qi rushed out of the sword, and the fish intestines continued to tremble in his hands, and all the evil qi inside seemed to have lost their confinement because of this move of the swordsman, and they all struggled to escape.

If it weren't for the fact that the sword spirit and the fish intestine itself were pulled, the swordsman couldn't help but doubt at the moment, and it would not only be as simple as evil qi that would rush out in the next second.

The black surging aura was entangled with the red, somewhat blackened firelight, and for a moment no one could gain the upper hand.

The evil qi is already difficult to control, and the swordsman is fully engaged in the control of the fish intestines, and he is completely lacking in the man's skills.

All of this was seen by the bone elf, even if there was numb pain all over her body, she had to break the three-legged tripod in front of her.

"Go." The bone elf's hand was completely weak, and he could only rely on the mutual induction between himself and the Xuan Ice Spike and use spiritual power to control it.

With an icy cold air, the Xuan Ice Thorn flew to the periphery of the tripod, and the confrontation between the two forces was different from the fire, which was the power of the golden three-legged tripod itself.

In an instant, the air was plunged into two heavens of ice and fire.

The man didn't know how to use spells to defend himself, and the only thing he could do was to invoke the formless flames.

With such a strong temperature difference, he couldn't support it at all, the man's lips were white, and he couldn't make a single sound when he trembled.

A red fireball was wrapped in black qi inside and out, and immediately seemed to be lifeless, falling directly from the sky.

The swordsman's eyes flashed to the side, and he watched as the red fireball gradually burned smaller and smaller.

"Kill it!" Although the bone elf was burned with her wings and barely had any strength in her body, she definitely didn't dare to despise it at the moment.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you let it absorb enough spiritual power after a while, and then grow stronger, it will be difficult again.

The swordsman raised his left foot, "That's what I mean." ”

When the man was dazed, he saw that all his hard work was about to be destroyed. He hurriedly rushed over and hugged the left leg of the swordsman: "Young man, be merciful at your feet, be merciful!" ”

The previous high-minded face was annoying, and when he begged for mercy, he spoke so earnestly. If there are outsiders who don't know the truth here, they will really be coaxed by him.