So Qi relied on the advantage of the mutable soul of the knife, and turned his hand a thousand times, and the still air was forced by the strength of the knife, turning into a strong wind blowing towards the vital point of the dead Qi.

No matter how fast the sword is, it does not affect the posture of Shen Qi at all, his demeanor is ethereal, his gas is scattered, standing in the air, holding a black sword, so transcendent.

The black sword and the black shadow turned into the most terrifying devil in the world, and the leaves flew everywhere they passed, and the veins of the leaves that were cut by the fierce wind were torn apart in the same direction, turning into pieces finer than the tip of a needle.

Qi blocks left and right, no matter how sharp the knife is, it is difficult to penetrate the heart, and the sword is different, with its unique advantage, the long sword is sharp and slender, although every stroke can not hit Qi's vital point, but it can leave a scar on Qi's body.

Since you can't kill in one hit, play attrition tactics.

Shen Qi has lived for so many years, but it is not short of this time. But Qi, who has never experienced such a scene, is unknown how long it can last.

The sound of the wind blew past his ears, and many scars were drawn on Junxiu's face, red, dotted, and sticky blood flowed down his smooth and fair face, and a red flower appeared on his arm.

After a while, Ki's shirt was already stained red with blood.

But his face was still very calm, as if he was an old man who had gone through vicissitudes, and his eyes were full of wisdom and keenness.

Ying Qi's figure was extremely fast, the sword shadow flew by, and his figure was no longer visible behind the broken leaves, Qi suddenly felt a tingling pain in his hand, and there was a cold feeling on the back of his hand holding the knife, just for a moment, the bright red liquid flowed out.

Tick tick red creek slip down.

The wound was squeezed out of the wound by excessive force, and it flowed onto the nails, warm and painful. But even though the hand holding the knife was cut out and almost exposed, Ki still held on tightly to the only weapon in his hand - his backpack had fallen into the swamp during the fight.

All he had was a short blade that he wore close to his body and a telescope that hung around his neck. He can't afford to play long-lasting tactics, he should attack the relatively weak artery, as long as he pierces an artery, he has the ability to compete with this man.

The mirror-like blade is cold, reflecting a face covered with scars, and a little cold light condenses in the middle of the high burning blade on the blade, as if it is constantly flowing, adding to the sharp coolness. Qi saw the position of Ying Qi, calculated the place he was going to step on next, and pounced like a tiger!

The thin blade is as fast as the wind, and the lightning of the thin blade slashes down, and the places that slash are the vital points of the private death that can bleed too much.

Mingqi also got serious.

"Children, you have to know what it means to be inadequate."

His voice was still on his lips, and his gaze was still on his face, but he had begun to move.

This movement, like a fierce cold wind in winter, broke through the confinement and rushed to the most vulnerable heart of the enemy!

Qi vaguely saw a figure passing by, bringing lightning from the dark gray leaves, he leaned against the camphor tree, protecting his back, and listening keenly to the movements around him.

At this time, the eyes are no longer enough, and they all need to be concentrated to be able to fight.

Shen Qi suddenly changed his tactics, turning slow to fast, and between opening and closing his hand, the black sword seemed to have a phantom that could change shape, and it was so fast that he couldn't see it clearly, and he could only hear the wind whistling by. With the most precise technique and the most perfect posture, he forced Qi to retreat again and again.

Click, click, click

The leaves formed a thick layer of frost, turning into sharp weapons that stopped around Stygian Ki, following his movements and rushing towards Ki!

Qi stood on the trunk of the tree, which was already at a disadvantage, and now he was attacked from such directions that it was impossible to completely dodge, and his body gradually could not support it.

Although he is as light as a swallow and walks on the ground on a tall camphor tree, no matter how light he is, he is still a human who has only lived on the ground for thousands of years. Human beings are not creatures that live in the sky, the sky is yearning and dangerous for them, and they have only one result when they fall from the sky.

Die.

Ying Qi didn't care about Qi's situation at all, her shot was as fast as lightning, and her black sleeve robe bloomed in front of Qi, like a black hell flower on the other side.

Even in such a surroundment, Ming Qi was still leisurely, his thin lips pursed with a touch of arc, and his shot was as fast as lightning, and the juice of those green leaves, the blood and blood, did not stain his robe at all.

Bell, bell, bell.

In a flash of light, the two of them have already passed more than fifty moves.

Qi leaned against the camphor tree, gradually losing his strength, he didn't even have the ability to dodge, the thin blade moved downward, drifting up before touching the black robe.

However, no matter how fast he changed and how fast he moved, the man in front of him seemed to know every movement of him, every change in the next step.

Escaping from him is a difficult thing to do!

Ying Qi's wrist flipped, and every time the sword flower bloomed, you could see bright red blood beads floating three feet in front of you, and wave after wave of blood gushed out, which was the taste of blood that only belonged to humans.

Qi was secretly shocked.

This man hid his true strength at the beginning, and his precise swordsmanship was unavoidable.

It's his rival.

It is still unknown if this man has reached the fastest speed, and Qi has used all his life to resist the attack of Immortal Qi.

"Hmm!"

Qi was pale, his breath was disordered, he was in no hurry, he was stabbed in the left shoulder by a sword, and the blood dripped on the branches of the trunk, and he fell into the ground swamp, scattering in the ground swamp.

The warm blood fell on An Ling's face, and An Ling was still happy that the shadows had left him, and his face was covered with warm blood.

He reached out and touched it in a daze, and then he was completely stupid.

"Ahh!!h Blood, blood! It's blood!! ”

An Ling's eyes widened, and his face turned pale suddenly, looking directly at the blood on his fingers, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and one drop slid down his cheeks, one drop, two drops, dripping into the swamp.

The back was also afraid of cold sweat, sweat soaked through the sweat inside the sportswear and the gown outside, and the cold wind blew to make it even colder. His body trembled slightly, and his legs trembled like noodles.

Tick.

Blood slid down his face, drenched in the mud, and An Ling's eyes straightened when he saw it.

"Kiki, Kiki, slow down!"

Where had An Ling seen so much blood, and when he saw the blood, he was so frightened that he seemed to see a ghost, and he just let out a trembling "Mom!" He fell with a bang, regardless of whether the sound could attract a shadow or not.

The chill seeped into the limbs in an instant, who would have thought that the mud under the camphor tree in the summer would be so cold that An Ling's chest felt the pressure of suffocation, he struggled frantically, but it sank deeper and deeper, and his consciousness seemed to catch a glimpse of something quickly passing past his ears, and he also heard Wen Yu calling him.

At the moment before he passed out, An Ling heard a whooshing sound whistling past his ears, and then, a few swords into the flesh, a wailing and screaming sound around him, he couldn't help but be secretly frightened, and he wanted to leave but couldn't support his body. He spat out a string of bubbles and slowly lost consciousness.

He finally fainted.

"I heard him."

"Yes, I heard it too, it's where it is, it looks like we've been tricked, and he didn't leave."

"Yes, damn little friend, I have to eat his heart as compensation."

"His heart is mine, you retreat with a vine, let's eat some offal first." And even if you eat it, you won't be able to transform into a human form, so it's better to let it be given to me, and I'll show you the outside world, and I'll talk to you when I come back. ”

"Do you think I'm going to believe you?"

"Wait, it's the smell of blood. The smell of human blood! ”

"I sniff it...... It seems to be true! ”

The shadow hunched its back, frowned, and its toothless mouth leaked air, inciting the non-existent nose to inhale.

The sound of An Ling's shouting attracted a lot of shadows, and they approached step by step in the mud in search of the sound, and their fist-sized mouths were bent into a crescent moon.

The hunting net first saw a large shadow coming over, first grabbed An Ling tightly, and then saw the young man's body fall backwards, and the smell of human flesh and blood on his face was like heaven on earth, and it opened its big mouth and limbs and arms were about to embrace his food.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air.

Poof!

"Ah, what is this, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, the master, help!!" The hunting net shouted and let go of An Ling.

"Hiss, what the hell is it that suddenly fell and it hurt me."

A few more whoosh sounds.

The shadow whined.

"Burnt to burn, what is this?!"

"Get out of here, get away, my hands, my head, my legs!"

"It's a peachwood talisman! Peach Talisman to Exorcise Demons!! Get out of the way!! ”

As soon as the three words of the peach wood talisman came out, the shadows became a mess, and the murmuring water splashed in the swamp, and they cried out loudly in grief.

The trap looked at the small thin piece of wood next to him and swallowed.

Don't even think about who threw it.

Shen Qi didn't expect that the boy would be able to throw so many peach wood talismans backhand to protect his companions even though he was injured.

"It's very good." Shen Qi praised sincerely, "It's better to follow me, I can give you what you want." ”

Qi panted and leaned against the trunk of the tree, her eyes wary of hermitage. The golden eyes were so stubborn, and the blood slipped from the wrist little by little, condensing on the tip of the knife along the thin blade.

"You can't win, throw in the towel. Tell me what I want to know will save you your life. Stygian carried the sword behind his back.

Qi opened her mouth and said in a dumb voice, "What do you want to know?" ”

"Where is Huang Yu?"

“…… What did you say? Phoenix Feather! Qi exclaimed, "You know Huang Yu! ”

Styx Ki's reaction to the boy was strange.

He must have known about Huang Yu, but why was he so surprised.

At this time, a snow-white figure appeared not far away.

Qi asked eagerly: "Do you know the phoenix feather, is it very beautiful, then." ”

Before Qi finished speaking, Ming Qi gestured to him, "Shhh, there's movement!" ”

Qi looked at Ming Qi expectantly, suppressed the emotions surging in her heart, and looked over there along Ming Qi's line of sight.

Layers of leaves covered it, and a snow-white figure could be faintly seen appearing not far away.

"What's that?" Ki narrowed her eyes.

Ying Qi shook his head, "I don't know, don't talk." ”

The white mass stopped, suddenly moved, ran fast, and was light, one would appear here, one would appear there.

"Meow Meow...... Meow Meow Meow ......"

A subtle cat meow, a soft and gentle voice can melt a person's heart.