He An looked at Wu Anguo, who was flying towards him, and he saw the undisguised killing intent in the other party's eyes.

He had a hunch that if he didn't prepare for Wu Anguo's blow, he would have only one end, and that was death.

In this hidden corner, no one pays attention to, and the instinct to survive prevails over the boy's kindness and the restraint and orderliness that he has long been proud of.

He An drew his sword in the corner of the wall, faced Wu Anguo, who was full of murderous intent, and used the highest mystery controlled by the Sword Saint: Invincible Slash.

His sword is like fire, and his body is like a meteor.

It was a speed that ordinary people could not reach, and once it was used, even He An himself did not know how to control it.

He never thought that he could rush so far, fly so high, the blade in his hand flashed with glass-colored light, and he soared into the air, like a butterfly flying up and down in the flames, rushing towards his opponent.

For a moment, He An's mind didn't have too many distractions, he was just silently reciting the explanation on this move.

As the name suggests, it is invincible when using the Invincible Slash. ’

These words are like being injected with magic power, which makes He An so at ease, even if he is seriously injured, even if he is facing the sword hero Sauron, he has the confidence to win!

Until he heard the other party's short line.

"Juhe slash, slash iron!"

The two of them intersected with each other, and their bodies were wrong.

Wu Anguo slowly retracted the 'Harmony Text' into the scabbard.

A 30-centimeter-long blade flies through the air.

It was the upper part of the long knife in He An's hand, and it flew together with the blade, as well as a large stream of blood gushing out from He An's shoulder.

He An swept the knife that was only half cut in his hand with his residual light, and without saying a word, taking advantage of the inertia brought by the charge, he dodged over the wall and ran into the small area waiting for demolition on the right.

It was a community that was indeed old, with four-storey high, long-fashioned buildings, peeling walls and a few small pine trees planted crookedly in the community, making this uninhabited community seem silent and desolate.

And now, it seems to be a community composed of gray and white, because of He An's intrusion, it has brought a touch of bright red and a hint of flickering vitality.

Taking advantage of the momentum of the invincible slash just now, He An stumbled into the cave of the building closest to him.

He An's figure was enveloped in the dim and lightless cavern, and his wheezing echoed wantonly from the high hanging staircase and the long corridor above that could accommodate six or seven households.

He looked up at the quiet corridor on the second floor, and suddenly felt like he was playing hide and seek when he was a child, which calmed He An's tense heartstrings somewhat.

But he knew that this security was only temporary, and he stretched out his head to look at the distant corner, starting from the corner he had climbed over and continuing to the hole where he was hiding, dripping the ground with a sinuous line of blood.

It's just a signpost that leads him to a dead end.

He An retracted his gaze, he leaned his back against the wall, and felt the last prop from his waist, the healing totem.

According to the actual situation, with He An's severed right shoulder and his abdomen that was almost cut open by the waist, it is estimated that even if he has been lying in the emergency room, he is estimated to be unable to return to the sky.

But this is a magical world of dreams!

Since magic is real, miracles can come into being.

The 'Healing Guard' is to restore health by percentage, and if this set of rules is strictly followed, then as long as He An has not died of anger, even if his muscles and bones are broken, or even if his limbs are separated, he will be restored to his original state under the effect of the guard.

Of course, whether this skill can really achieve the expected effect, He An has no bottom in his heart.

He glanced at the totem in his hand, looking at the twisted and rudimentary lines of knife work on it, it felt like a random handicraft on the stall.

Before he had time to think about it, He An let go of the healing guards and was still on the ground.

The rudimentary wood totem swirled and moved in the air, eventually overcoming Newton's theorem, and standing upright, half-suspended in the air, beginning to emit a yellowish light.

Seeing the wound heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, He An finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He could feel that under the bath of this light, it was not only his injuries that were recovered, but also the many physical strengths that had been consumed just now.

Under the effect of this miracle, He An felt that he was alive again.

The only problem now is that the knife in his hand doesn't seem to feel this miracle, and is still just a broken blade.

What can I do?

He An raised his head and looked at the silent corridor upstairs......

……

Sometimes, the Wu'an Congress thinks that life is nothing more than a dream.

Because there are too many pieces of life, it always inadvertently makes him feel familiar.

Like now, with such a long knife in his hand, in a messy and hidden blood-soaked corner, this scene is like a nightmare, and he is immersed in the scene again.

His gaze swept over the long and winding lines of blood on the ground, and everything that the man had just done seemed to be vivid.

The boy recklessly challenged the strong.

He is weak but does not know how to advance or retreat.

There is still room in the duel between life and death.

The actions of this young man all reveal his disregard for his own life.

This so-called self-denial will eventually make his life as fleeting as fireworks.

When the light dissipates in an instant, what can the deceased boy leave behind to the people he cherishes?

Only the endless remorse and resentment of the living can be left.

Over and over again.

The past is like smoke, turning into thousands of blades.

Tearing at Wu Anguo's vague memory.

Eventually, in his mind, nightmares and reality overlapped, and the intense pain wore away the last of his senses.

Wu Anguo waved the long knife in his hand indiscriminately, chopping the bloodstained wall into pieces like tofu.

The long-standing wall collapsed under the flash of swords, revealing the back door of the wall and a sinuous line of blood leading to the building.

He looked up and stared for a moment, then finally took a step forward, intending to end this endless nightmare with his own hands.

……

In the corridor, He An repeatedly wiped the blood stains on the remnant blade with his clothes.

The dry knife surface can improve the sharpness of the blade.

Transformed as a sword saint, of course, he heard the sound of the wall collapsing outside the building, and he also faintly felt a figure full of murderous intent approaching the building where he was hiding.

According to his estimates, the other party will also appear here in five minutes at the latest.

Since the other party chooses not to die.

So this time, He An thought of his own life, thought of the unknown Yuehua, and thought of the vain partner who accompanied him all his life.

He An finally put away the excess kindness.

A tooth for a tooth, blood for a blood.

He was going to make a dawn for him and all he loved here, in this dark and silent corridor.