I once heard that this tiger cat is a very clever formationist. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I believe, but there is a difference between Eastern and Western cultures, and I don't think it can be all-encompassing, but I'm still wrong. Some things, if they really reach a certain realm, are all reasonable.

It took me and the old ghost. After a twist, I came to a huge room full of blood.

The whole room is actually very open, but there is a dull atmosphere.

The reason for this is that there is a curtain of blood dripping down all around. And the ceiling was damp, dripping with blood seeping through, forming puddles of water in the room.

In the center of the room, there is a pool of blood that looks like a bathhouse.

Just as we stepped into the room, suddenly a light fell overhead, and before we could react, the budgie screamed, fluttered its wings, and flew in front of us.

A sharp voice came to my ears: "This is the deepest part of the ghost castle, kill the people inside, and everything will be over......"

At the end of the last word, the tiger cat also turned into a cloud of blood mist.

I looked up and saw that the light was actually a strange glass mirror, but I didn't see it clearly. The thing flickered and vanished into mid-air.

Phantom mirror?

This should be the illusion mirror of one of the thirteen holy weapons of the blood clan, right?

The blood maze we encountered at the Blood Research Center in the gold mine was concocted on this basis, but it was too rough and was broken by such a small character as me.

And this lord is much more powerful, and it is with its help that the Grand Duke Tsmich was able to play so many of us around.

Just as I was looking around for the vanished mirror, suddenly there was a sound of running water in the room.

The old ghost held the emerald staff in his hand. Quietly stood beside me.

Our eyes were focused on the pool of blood in the center of the room.

It was a pool made of cobblestones, the lowest of the ground, where most of the blood dripping from the room was collected, and it seemed as if there was a fire boiling inside. Bubbles bubbling.

The sound of water came from there, and when we looked towards the pool of blood, a figure slowly rose from the pool of blood.

With a hooked nose, a withered bark face, cloudy eyes, white hair, and a rich robe, blood dripping down the satin material without touching his body at all.

This man was Archduke Tsmech, who had just been separated from us.

We were looking at him, and he was watching us.

After a long time, he said slowly: "I have been speculating about who would be the first to come here if anyone could do it, but what I never expected was the two of you - I wonder what kind of position you are in the country of the East?" ”

He had spoken to Will in English, but in front of us, he was speaking Chinese.

It's a very pure Beijing flavor, even more standard than me and the old ghost.

At least 2 A Mandarin or above.

I carried the knife, the old ghost carried the staff, and the two slowly walked to the blood pool, I remembered what happened before, and said honestly: "Second ...... Three or four streams, right? In fact, it was only after we offended a certain powerful person at home that we couldn't get along anymore, so we went abroad to take refuge. ”

When His Excellency heard this, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he said, "Well, then, if you are willing to throw yourself to me, Tsmich, we can help you......

I slammed out my knife, slashed at it, and roared angrily, "Help your sister!" ”

My shot was beyond everyone's expectations, including the old ghost.

The reason why this is so is because I have dealt with this Tsmich bus before, and although it was later proved by Lord Tiger Cat to be nothing more than a pile of dry bones, I still have some confidence in the end.

I'm not afraid of him!

As for whether the other party is true or not, it no longer matters, because I know that although the tiger cat is extremely unreliable, at this time, he will not deceive us.

It told me to kill the people in this room and it would be over.

So why should I compare myself to this guy?

In one word, dry!

The long knife surged, and the blood qi turned into a condensed sword light, and swung towards the Grand Duke Tsmich in the blood pool, and there was even a crisp explosion sound in mid-air.

Syllable!

This knife integrates all my recent perceptions of long knives, whether it is strength or angle, as well as the knife intent contained in it, it is extremely strong.

However, the knife did not fall, and a bloody hand stretched out flat, intercepting it from a distance of more than a meter.

I thought about Nima, you are a defensive dummy, and you dare to fight with me?

Fight it, who is afraid of whom?

The long knife pressed down, and at this moment, an extremely familiar connection had formed between me and the blood knife, even if it didn't drip blood again, it could mobilize most of the power inside.

The layers of palms, in my Qi field sense, stretched out from the bloody knife and pressed against the hilt.

The power is growing, and this time, I'm ready to bully that guy well.

However, after a few seconds, my face turned white.

I was not able to suppress the other party, and almost instantly, a terrifying force suddenly surged from the other party's hand. It was an almost irresistible aura, and before I could react, it felt like the whole world was crashing against me.

I stumbled backwards and slammed into the leaky ceiling.

Bang!

I was so shaken that when I fell from the ceiling, my throat was sweet, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, some of which clotted into soft lumps.

This one, it's true!

Really Grand Duke Tsmich, as soon as he made a move, I could feel it.

If the Marquis of Adrien is a mountain, his power is a world.

Heaven and earth do not tolerate that feeling of you. Is it in the cloth technique.

Ha, ha, ha......

Grand Duke Tsmich stepped out of the pool of blood, the blood sliding down his rich robes and dripping onto the uneven ground, while the corners of his mouth rose up, and he smiled coldly: "Why, you think I'm one of those shitty people before, don't you?" ”

The old ghost dodged and blocked in front of me, then helped me up and whispered, "Lao Wang, how are you, are you okay?" ”

I swallowed hard, spat out the blood from my mouth, and then replied, "It's okay, I'm not dead!" ”

Archduke Tsmich approached us step by step, and said to himself: "If it were Will, or the lightning controller, and the master of biology, I might still have some respect, but you two little reptiles, do you also want to challenge the majesty of my Tsmich?" Joke, I can pinch you to death with just one finger! ”

With that, he slapped us in the distance.

Seeing this, the old ghost pushed me away without hesitation, and then grabbed the John Weir staff with both hands and put it in front.

Call......

A gust of wind like substance blew, and the sound of the wind was like a knife, and it blew on the old ghost's body.

I heard the old ghost let out a terrible roar, and when I looked up, I saw that his clothes were blown to shreds by the wind, and after a few seconds, all of the old ghost's clothes turned to ashes, except for a pair of close-fitting leggings.

What a terrifying power, is this something that mortals can resist?

Seeing that the old ghost actually persevered, Grand Duke Tsmich couldn't help but chuckle and clapped again.

At this time, the old ghost had already let out a loud roar, and the whole person suddenly rose by a few points, but it turned into a violent state of Cappadocia.

Rough black hair covered his body, and even then, a few seconds later, his body showed countless fine knife marks, dripping with blood, as if he had been skinned.

In the next second, Grand Duke Tsmich suddenly crossed the space, appeared in front of the old ghost, and slapped his hand again.

On the palm of his hand, there was still a bright flame, like holy light.

At this time, I finally relieved my breath, and just wanted to step forward to block it, but I was a step too late, and I saw the old ghost's whole person "bang", like a firecracker, scattering, first turning into hundreds of bats, and then those bats caught fire.

Bright flames filled the room, reflecting my faces and those of Archduke Tsmich.

Unlike the previous hallucinations, this time, I really felt that the life of the old ghost was on the verge of death.

Unlike the naked eye, the whole result was projected directly into my heart.

Holy!

Half a step late, I didn't choose to save people, but used all my strength to slash at the old man in front of me who seemed to be a demon god.

Even if it's a dying struggle, I want you to know that the two of us are not bugs.

South China Sea swordsmanship, mystery, sea and sky!

The knife broke through the limit and finally landed on the opponent's forehead, but just as it was about to pierce the opponent's skin, it was grabbed by the left hand of Grand Duke Tsmich.

He held the Crusader Blood Knife, smiled coldly, and said The unsealed Saladin Blade? It's a good collection, it's good!

There was a faint approving look in his eyes, and I found that I had lost control of the Blood Knife, and not only that, but a terrifying sense of powerlessness spread from the Blood Knife to my body.

I felt the breath of Bloody Mary withering before the castle.

Are you going to die?

At this moment, I am completely a gambler's mentality, without any thoughts of begging for mercy, and my mind is to make a gap in the other party's body.

Before my body was completely stiff, my blood surged, concentrating on my forehead.

This is the final blow, right?