Between the rattling chains, Griffith's long knife slammed into the sea of locks. The silver light was as fast as lightning www.biquge.info, like light, shooting out from one point and hitting another, making a huge black eggshell into a huge depression.

The sound exploded at the origin of the impact, sending ripples through the air, blowing away dead grass stems and discarded newspapers.

The man who was shaken away by the force of the shock swung his knife and slashed again, and then he was turned back and struck on the back of the knife with a chain, and the whole thing was bounced away.

The intricate picture unfolds in a dynamic background of lead gray, and the man's body slides through the grass like a leather ball, plowing the ground to reveal the black earth. Before he could stop, the demon bent into a bow, bounced off the ground like a shrimp, and 'flew' diagonally.

The rain of black chains then crashed into the ground where Griffith had been, and the chains slammed into the ground with the cold clashing of chains, and they didn't come out for a long time.

Griffith rubbed the wall lightly, pulled the top of the wall with his free right hand, and the whole person rose straight up and stood on the top of the wall.

His eyes stared coldly at the ground, and a slight thumping sound came faintly from the ground down the dirt and grass stalks. Not far away, the chains surrounding the woman rattled and wriggled like a huge black snake.

The night wind blows through the grass stems, creating a circle of wavy lines, and the evening chill creeps up the skin, forming fine droplets.

The man grabbed the knife and slowly closed his eyes.

Silence fermented in the four dimensions, darkness descended, and in vain an even darker 'light' burst out of the ground, shot through the walls, cracked through the earth, and pierced straight below Griffith.

The big demon suddenly opened his eyes, and under the cold moonlight, the man's eyes became even more cold. He swung his knife and slashed the sudden chains, his feet were swollen and forced, and he bumped on the wall, and the whole person flew towards Qing Yu.

And the chain, which was cut off by Griffith, went around the rockery crookedly, wrapped around it, turned back, and 'chased' after Griffith again.

The chains sparked in the sound of rubbing, and the 'bang-la-la' tightened, and the rockery that was entwined by it was cleanly 'cut' into two pieces.

The demon's footsteps were fast, the dirt twisting into threads, swirls under the position of his feet, and then splitting apart, propelling Griffith towards the green feather like an off-string arrow.

The distance was instantaneous, and Griffith hung upside down, holding a long knife in his arms. The hair on the top of his head hung down, and the silver light in his arms poured down on his head and feet, like years, and the texture was like a warm satin clinging to his lover's body.

"Upanishads......

Millennial ......"

The silver melted into the moonlight, 'shining' directly above on the black-chained orb. The moonlight penetrated into the lock shell through the gap in the chain, and standing in the center of the chain, the woman who had passed the prosperity frowned, and her slender body and limbs were cut by the fine knife light, bursting out with a little spark.

The clothes were torn into strips of cloth, and through the deep and shallow gaps, the big demon looked at the woman's unharmed body and was stunned for a moment.

"Your Body ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was bombarded by the scattered chains, and the long knife blocked it, but there were still some that penetrated the barrier of the sword light and hit the chest.

Griffith spat blood and flew out, but the look of surprise in his eyes had not yet subsided, and something more complicated was surging out of his eyes.

"Your body......

Where's your body......"

The big demon flipped his body in the air, his feet fell to the ground, and the clothes on his chest were torn, faintly revealing his injured muscles.

As Griffith asked, Qingyu's body was gone.

After the final battle, the Great Demon Causal Beast fell, and the Great Demon Bloodline that was waiting in Qing Yu's body lost its original supply. Under the stimulation and hatred of the loss of her loved ones, Qing Yu's little remaining bloodline awakening made the woman embark on a path of no return.

In order to obtain power more quickly and conveniently, or driven by the hatred in her heart, Qing Yu was tempted by the 'dim' bloodline hidden in her body, she abandoned her body, and her soul hid in the bloodline, and gradually evolved into another self over thousands of years.

This approach is similar to that of some evil bloodline fanatics in the Gulen era, and it may be that Qing Yu has come into contact with such people during his long wanderings, and thus obtained the opportunity to 'transform' the method.

In a short period of time, this method is simple and convenient for obtaining strength, especially after Qing Yu, who uses 'Dark' as his bloodline, after abandoning his body and degrading his soul into the bloodline, the new body that evolves has unparalleled change and defense, just like a humanoid chain weapon.

But from a long-term perspective, anyone with a little knowledge accumulation and potential reserves will not be willing to take such a path, and throwing their soul into the bloodline is actually a kind of reverse evolution that is very different from the mainstream trend, and it is a road of no return that reverses the evolution of people from civilization to barbarism, and from wisdom to stupidity.

After all these years, I believe that now Qing Yu has realized that her body has become more and more beyond the jurisdiction of consciousness, and has achieved in the direction of a physical body overriding consciousness and instinct replacing her own heart.

If it continues in this direction, Qing Yu will disappear one day, and in its place, a new 'gloom' with only instinct remaining. Of course, there is still a long way to go from the deterioration of the green feather to the 'dark slender', and the remaining 'dark slender' bloodline in the green feather body is not complete.

Griffith's eyes were complicated, he glanced at the young and lively woman from a thousand years ago, and finally fell silent.

The woman's skin changed color from the ends of her limbs and face, a rusty dullness, fainting from the dots like a tide, covering the skin of the woman's body.

The woman's limbs changed into chains, and some small chains were coiled, like air roots stuck in the dust, lifting Qing Yu's thin body high.

The woman in mid-air looked down condescendingly, her dull dark complexion filled with an iron-like sheen, making her side face look even more indifferent.

The chains squirmed in the wind, and the three thick chains wrapped around Qing Yu like streamers, and under the moonlight, there was a kind of majesty that made people's hearts cold.

Reaching out to wipe the blood off his face, Griffith spat out a mouthful of half-bloodshot spit that seemed to say 'damn stupid woman'......

But there was no room for stupid women on the battlefield, the bright moon was shining, and a trace of dark clouds drifted over, darkening the earth.

The chains like air roots pulled out the ground, and spiders 'crawled' over like 'hands and feet'. I saw her arm raise her arm at Griffith, and the chains that were densely wrapped around her arm shot out on top of each other, pulling into a spring-like shape in the air.

Griffith flipped against the wall several times in a row, and the spring-like chain grazed his earlobe, slamming diagonally into the ground more than ten meters away, piercing a thick hole the size of a bowl.

This bombardment became the fuse for a new round of attacks, and the streamers on the woman's body, the black locks wrapped around her body, either pumped or smashed or like a cannon lock or like a black snake swept over, and the ground where Griffith was located was a mess.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom......"

Griffith's figure was erratic, his body disappearing on a black background, and the firelight flickered twice in the air and on the ground, extinguished, and then flickered in another place.

The sound of metal-to-metal clashes is densely transmitted, flickering far and near. Only the whispering of a man's voice in the darkness, as if to say something complaining, was drowned out by the sound of the 'bell' crashing.

A handful of dwarf shadows popped out from the depths of the night, hung upside down on the trunk of the tree, stomped on the wall twice, and then bounced away into the night.

A chain of black iron followed the human body, extending from the depths of the depths that I don't know where it was, I don't know how far away, shot through the trunk of the tree, and struck the branches of the tree trembling.

The head of the black iron chain was a sharp triangle with some pattern hollowed out in the middle, and it pierced the trunk of the tree, and like a living thing, it turned its 'head' vividly in the direction Griffith had left, and then the shell bent, and the wind cut the trunk at the waist and sank into the darkness.

This thing exploded in a very short period of time, with full tension and texture, so that this moment of chaos was deeply engraved into people's heads.

The battle between the Great Demon and the 'Dark' was stalemate for more than ten minutes, and the venue changed again and again, penetrating most of the park, bypassing most of the circle, and almost returning to the original point.

Griffith gasped heavily, and the long sword that had been cut out of several gaps trembled in his hand, and the expression between his eyebrows was obscure, and it was not clear.

He moved his body, with a slight stagnation in his agility, a sign that his 'human' body was about to reach its limits.

The black woman in the distance rumbled over again, the big demon's lips choked, and the phrase 'bereaved girl' in her mouth finally didn't come out.

But the current crisis is imminent, Griffiths relies on the knowledge and experience of the big demon for many years, and it seems that he has been entangled for a while, and it seems that he will not fall behind, but that's all.

After all, Griffith's strength is weak, and Qing Yu is much stronger than him in absolute strength, the reason why the big demon can hold on for so much time is because of his experience, on the other hand, because Qing Yu is not full of fire from the beginning, but little by little unblocks his own strength, which gives Griffith a lot of buffer time.

But as Griffith said, this 'mere human' is no matter how different from the bloodline and physique of the ancient era of 'Dim'. The physique of the big head is outstanding among many physical qualities, but after this high-intensity fight, it is also a little unbearable.

"It's only a quick fix." Griffith thought to himself.