——The Eagle Mountain Gorge stood silently, and the eagle-headed peak revealed a little bleakness at this moment, and the arrogance that originally looked down on all things suddenly turned into the helplessness of bowing his head and mourning silently. Maybe it's because the inexplicable cold wind is passing through the middle of the mountain, and it is cold to the lonely Eagle Mountain Gorge. The cold wind came after the white figure of the white god of death, and with the invisible murderous aura of the white rising, it cooled all the life around it, but it couldn't blow and couldn't cool the dark blue soul hanging on the bone sickle.

Han Shin's soul was forcibly pulled out by the bone scythe in Bai Qi's hand with the power of "soul killing", and then hung powerlessly on the pale scythe blade like slaughter, and Han Shin's body in the state of Street Fighter also fell to the ground because of the soul stripped. In fact, the soul body itself is a very safe thing, because neither physical nor magical attacks can directly cause damage to the soul body, because the soul itself is an existence that is alien to the reality dimension. However, there are no absolutes in everything, and when the soul body is facing the awakened white death, it is extremely fragile!

As Bai Qi said, the White Grim Reaper gave him two special powers - "flying in the air" and "killing souls". "Flying in the Sky" is obvious, the White Death White Qi spread the demon bat wings, which makes him surpass human strength and have the ability to fly through the sky, but the most terrifying ability given to him by the White Death is indeed "Soul Slayer". The secret power "Soul Slayer" enables Bai Qi to directly apply physical forces, injuries, and pain to the human soul of another element. The soul itself is not a strong thing, once there is an attack that can act on it, the effect will be extremely terrifying, and Bai Qi, who has this awakening power, seems to be really the god of death who came to the world, harvesting the soul and ruling life.

At this moment, Bai Qi, the white god of death, pulled out the soul in Han Xin's body with a bone sickle in his hand and hung it in the air. Han Xin's soul couldn't do anything to Bai Qi, and even his soul consciousness fell into a coma, while Bai Qi, the white god of death, stared at the dark blue soul hanging on the sickle with his eyes, and there was no trace of pity in his eyes. It was all over, and a single blow from Shiro's scythe would tear apart the fragile soul in no time—of course he would, and he wouldn't hesitate to do so.

"Echo of Blood...... "The cold and hard words slowly spit out from Bai Qi's mouth, and the sharp bone sickle blade briefly accumulated, and an instant slash would surely destroy Han Xin's soul." Slow down ......" The voice that was not unfamiliar suddenly sounded calmly, and almost at the same time, a hand was placed on Bai Qi's right arm, which was about to swing the sickle, and the hand did not exert force, but Bai Qi subconsciously stopped his movements. The white eyes of the White Death Reaper squinted slightly in the direction of his hand, but the scene he saw couldn't help but shock him, his eyes under the white helmet contracted silently, and he couldn't believe the scene in front of him at all-the person who reached out on his arm was actually Han Xin, a street fighter who had been stripped of his soul!!

- Han Shin was dragged out of his defenseless soul by a sickle, his soul was traumatized, and his soul's consciousness fell into the abyss like a kite with a broken string. Han Xin didn't know what was going on, but he felt that his soul consciousness was falling like floating paper, constantly falling, but it never fell to the end.

In the fall of soul consciousness, Han Xin felt that everything was very light, everything was very ethereal, he faintly felt that a cold sickle was hooking his soul, and it was as if he vaguely saw the white god of death Bai Qi looking at him with a cold gaze...... But, everything is meaningless. He is not a white opponent at all, too weak...... Bai Qi is right, he can't protect Wang Zhaojun at all, and he can't save Wang Zhaojun...... He simply couldn't do it...... And the real mission of his trip has stopped, and everything is coming to an end.

In fact, if Han Xin hadn't impulsively started a war with Bai Qi at that time, but instead looked for a gap in the battle situation and fled to the border city, there should still be a chance, so that Han Xin could at least complete his most important mission...... But he didn't regret it, he knew that even if he did it again, he would still be unable to help but rush towards Bai Qi. It's just that he is too weak, even if he can't complete his mission, he can't save Wang Zhaojun...... Zhaojun, Zhaojun...... He desperately wanted to recall Wang Zhaojun's face, but he couldn't find that beautiful face like ice and snow......

"Are you scared?" A deep and kind voice came from nowhere, but it was like a circle of slight waves intervening in Han Xin's falling soul consciousness. "Nope." Han Xin was not superfluously shocked, but replied calmly.

"Helpless?" "Hmm. Helpless. Han Xin replied calmly.

"Remember your mission along the way?" "Remember, desperately rush back to the border city and tell the truth about the inner kingdom to the king of Chu and the king of Han."

"Did you do it?"

"Can't do it......"

"Do you feel weak?"

"Weak! It's too weak! The voice paused for a moment, then added, "Don't you wonder who I am?" "Curious, but don't dare to ask......" Han Xin paused for a moment, and then continued, "Senior, if you can intervene in my soul consciousness, your strength must be as deep as the sea, Han Xin is brave, please help me."

"Do you want me to give you strength?" "Yes!" Han Xin almost trembled and spit out the word, his tone very firm. At that moment, his entire soul seemed to fluctuate with it. "Haha......" The voice suddenly laughed, and the smile was sincere, without irony. Strength, I can't give you. ”

"No one can give you strength, only yourself!" "Well, but it's too late." Han Xin replied, inevitably a little lost in his voice, everything was going to end after all.

However, the voice smiled at this moment and said, "It's not too late...... Now I pass by here, and when I meet you, it is also a kind of fate. ”

"I can help you block Bai Qi for three minutes, but what do you want to do in those three minutes?" That last sentence, the voice said in the affirmative. Three-minute ...... What do you want to do? What can be done? …… Han Xin subconsciously remembered the mission of his trip, which was to give priority to transmitting the true image of the inner country back to the border city.

"I want to launch the signal flare that Mozi gave me to notify the people from the border city to come." Han Xin said affirmatively. When he left the Organ City, considering that his journey might be unpredictable, Mozi specially gave him a special signal flare, which he could use when he was not far from the border city. Thinking about it, the distance between him and the border city is relatively close now, and he can already use it, but he was once caught in a difficult battle with Bai Qi before, and he didn't have any chance to use it.

But now it's his chance, and the stranger promises to help him stop Bai Qi for three minutes! He knew that the three minutes he had said was just a help to his people, not just three minutes. His person's strength must be above Bai Qi, he said that if he can stop Bai Qi for three minutes, it will definitely be no problem!

"Okay." A deep and kind voice said calmly, "On the fate of today, I will block this white rise with you for three minutes, but how the scale of fate falls, I will never interfere, and I will not interfere." Once the three minutes are over, it's all up to you. ”

When the words fell, the sound naturally disappeared, as if a gust of wind was blowing, and it had already blown at this moment. Han Xin didn't know how the man was going to stop Bai Qi, but at this time, his soul consciousness was much clearer.

(End of chapter)