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Huo Zhanbai let out a low "ah", but he still couldn't move.

That's it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Red Cold Bead - In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the bead in the tree behind him? Autumn water she, she ...... Just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here...... You must not die here.

However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move as if he was hypnotized, and a powerful telekinesis suppressed him. Under that cold and dark gaze, even his consciousness was gradually devoured, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed.

How...... How can there be such a hex?

This killer is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power that only the elders of the Demon Sect have?

The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached its limit. Along the way, he first snatched the dragon blood beads from the hands of the heroes of the Qilian Mountains, and constantly encountered snipers and pursuits on the way west. At this moment, in the fir forest, I met such a leading swordsman in the Central Plains again!

He breathed heavily, and his brain began to throb in bursts. The pupil technique requires a lot of spiritual power, and if it continues like this, I am afraid that the headache will attack again. He said no more, and slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—

With his raising of his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead.

"Remember: my name is Hitomi."

The eyes behind the mask are cold, with an icy pale blue hue.

Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: Hitomi? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Light Palace of the Demon Sect?

- The people of the Demon Sect, this time they actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead!

The Great Guangming Palace located in West Kunlun is the old enemy of the Central Plains martial arts, and there are five Mingzi, three holy women and the three realms of Shura Field under the seat. And the killers in the Shura field are like clouds, hundreds of years ago, the founder of the Dingjian Pavilion, Gongzi Shu Ye was from his disciples, and the Shura field has been an elite for a hundred years, which has always amazed the Central Plains martial arts, and also regarded it as a great threat.

And the pupil in front of him is the top person who is known as a once-in-a-century person among the Shura field killers at the moment.

――At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made for his carelessness!

Hitomi's hand slowly turned, close to her neck, and her glassy eyes glowed with a cold glow.

Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body that was restrained by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by an invisible force, simulating the movements of Hitomi, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point.

Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. It's been so long, why haven't you come back?

"Goodbye, Seventh Prince." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a strange smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he flipped his wrist and made a throat-cutting motion inward!

Involuntarily, the ink soul slashed a sharp light and cut back at the throat of the holder.

Suddenly, a loud cry came from the snow, piercing the cold wind.

Hitomi blurted out a low snort, but before she had time to dodge, her hand suddenly felt a sharp pain. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads.

A white bird flew through the snow and attacked him unexpectedly, its sharp beak pecking through his hand.

Then, like a white rainbow, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder.

Be...... A harrier eagle? Despite being caught off guard, his pupils were not confused, and he was panting violently to cover his wounds, but his gaze never left the other party's eyes. As long as he didn't lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still couldn't escape.

However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression of Huo Zhanbai, the stiff human figure on the snow suddenly moved!

It was as if the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with external forces for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, and his hand moved minute by minute, moving the ink soul sword that cut into his throat away.

This time, Hitomi's turn turned to horror.

How can it be! Having been hit head-on by the Dementor, this controlled person can still resist!

didn't have time to think about it, knowing that he couldn't give the other party a breather, the killer Hitomi immediately pounced forward, and the short sword in his hand stabbed the opponent's heart. However, only a "ding" sound was heard, and his tiger's mouth was shocked out of blood again.

The Ink Soul Sword was in front of it in time, blocking Hitomi's attack.

The snow on the ground was stirred up by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The force of such a blow made Hitomi's already seriously injured body no longer able to bear it, and the demonic light in his eyes instantly converged, and flew back more than three feet away, a stream of blood gushed out from his broken chest, and a large red flower bloomed in the snow, and his body immediately did not move.

The dragon's blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away.

Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered in snowflakes, panting violently.

The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulder, its sharp beak piercing his shoulder hole and digging an inch deep. That is, the timely pecking of the psychic bird just now, relieved the paralysis of his body with a violent stinging pain, allowing him to block the final blow of Hitomi in time.

It's finally over.

He staggered over with his sword on the ground, bent over and groped in the snow, finally grasping the dragon blood orb. There was still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also a lot of thin light circulating, as if some afterimage was constantly pouring out, chaotically obscuring the eyes—what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery?

He clenched the beads and tried to confirm his opponent's death, but a gust of wind passed, and he almost fell in the wind.

"Gah!" The Snow Harrier pulled out its blood-stained beak and let out a shrill cry.

Understood—it was urging itself to leave immediately and go to the Valley of the Yakushi.

The wind and snow grew stronger and stronger, almost knocking him down on his sword. After the fight, the injuries all over his body suddenly hurt him all over the world. If you don't leave...... Surely he will die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right?

He no longer confirmed his opponent's death, but barely turned around and staggered in one direction.

Anyway, since he entered the rivers and lakes at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of killing his opponents completely.

Large snowflakes fell silently through the fir forest, accumulating more than a foot deep in an instant. The pure and unflawed white covered up the blood on the ground, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest.

Huge fir groves stood, like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the gray and cold snowy sky.

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