When Cheng Wulin fell off the carriage, he thought he was dead. Next to the gravel road where they were was was a cliff, Kou Hong's blow directly made him tumble.

Without the protection of daylight, he was a little unable to open his eyes due to the air current, and could only hear the wind whirring in his ears.

But you don't have to look to know that you're getting closer and closer to becoming a lump of meat in the next layer of the city.

Cheng Wulin stretched out his arms, trying in vain to fall a little slower.

If you don't use the sealer now, you will definitely fall to your death, but if you do, you will be discovered by the people in the upper realm, and the end may be even worse.

Kou Hong, you pit thing...... Cheng Wulin, who was at a loss, scolded.

And at this time, the mutation suddenly occurred. He suddenly felt that the place on his chest that had been hit by Kou Hong's makeup suddenly became a little hot, and he squinted his eyes to see a thin red silk thread rushing out from there, sticking to the cliff beside him.

Cheng Wulin, who was falling, was slammed into the cliff wall like this, and then hung on it out of thin air.

Kou Hong, you are a dog's dog...... Cheng Wulin, who had a golden star in his eyes, scolded.

When the darkness cleared, he found that he had stopped, but this posture was facing the sky on his back, and he was spinning around the line on his chest, like a large grasshopper tied to a rope. He raised his head slightly and looked at his chest, a severed finger of Kou Hong's makeup was sewn into the skin of his chest by that red silk thread, and it looked like his thumb.

Well, anyway, I'm saved.

After getting used to this angle for a while, Cheng Wulin looked up at the top of his head and found that he hadn't actually fallen too far.

What kind of line is this? He pinched the red thread that had saved him with his fingers, so thin that it could hang his body, and he always felt like it would break at any moment.

And then what to do?

Wait.

Cheng Wulin closed his eyes, thinking that this would also relieve his palpitations of being hung on the cliff by a thread the thickness of a hair.

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A crimson sword shadow swept towards another giant blade glowing with a long purple light, and exploded with a deafening sound in a staggered moment.

The purple scythe didn't expect the red scythe to be so powerful. The pattern on the back of the scythe flickered, almost like a sudden and restless beast vein. The purple scythe was crushed, and it was smashed downward with a thud.

Click.

The broken base of the carriage was neatly cut off and fell into the billowing smoke behind the wheels, and it was lost in an instant.

But the purple scythe was not discouraged, and it was lifted up trickily against the precious carpet, and a half-arc was gently flung through the air, like a scorching and swaying peach branch and willow leaf, sharp and weak enough to cut into the handle of the red sickle.

On the galloping carriage, the red and purple ping-pong sounded, like bright fireworks blooming on the road, and more and more people walked out of their homes to watch the fierce battle in horror.

"Aren't you going to jump out of this carriage? If you go any further on, you'll be at the palace, do you think you'll be able to escape? The tall woman wiped the blood on her cheek, which had just been cut by the other party's red sickle, although the wound was very shallow, but the flesh on both sides was a little turned out, and it looked particularly hideous.

"Maybe I could jump at first, but not now." Kou Hong's makeup shook off the black suit that was cut in half and couldn't be worn. The shirt underneath the suit was stained red with blood, and a narrow wound could be seen inside from the hole.

"Why?" The woman asked.

"Because I've developed a strong interest in you." Kou Hongxiang pressed the wound and looked at the other party coldly, "The White Emperor has not had you for thirty-six days, who are you?" ”

"Thirty-six days?" The woman smiled, "Who stipulated that there can only be thirty-six heavenly sacrifices between the White Emperors?" ”

"How can a person of your level have no news about the outside world?" Kou Hongxiang raised his scythe and asked his suspicions, "You became Tianfeng...... How long? ”

"A month." The woman stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, "Are you still in the mood to chat?" I haven't played enough, so let's keep ......."

She parted her waist to the side, and she could avoid Kou Hong's knife: "You are really neither a man nor a woman, and you don't even have a gentlemanly demeanor." ”

Kou Hongxiang kept attacking the sickle in his hand: "How much better do you think you can be?" Mother orangutan......"

The blades of their scythes pressed together and slid towards the two horses, and with a click, the yoke between the horses snapped. The horses, freed from their shackles, were frightened and pressed on both sides, and saw that the carriage was about to fall apart.

Kou Hongxiang leaned down, and he had to fight quickly before the carriage was completely destroyed.

It seems that the other party thinks the same way. The woman slashed horizontally, and the sharp metal nails that had been hidden in the palm of her hand suddenly shone brightly, and she let go of the sickle, and poked her index finger at Kou Hongxiang's heart with the momentum of the sickle.

Kou Hong's makeup stood up for the sickle, but the sickle was not aimed in the direction of the other party, but at himself.

Bite! The nail poked under the blade of the sickle and was bounced off. The woman continued to attack, and then her eyes widened suddenly, as she saw that the blade of the red scythe that Kou Hongxiang was holding upside down was actually stabbing him in the chest.

Are you going to kill yourself? She was disdainful, thinking that Kou Hong's makeup was not mastered well.

And then the next second she couldn't think like that anymore. The color of Kou Hongjiao's left arm suddenly faded, as if it had turned into a cloud of phantom, and the blade cut in, as if it had entered the void space, and disappeared directly into Kou Hongjiao's chest, and the long handle behind it disappeared. And at the end of the scythe, the arm that had been grabbed by the other party just connected.

Kou Hongxiang's right hand just took his left arm back from the shoulder joint, and immediately slid down the arm again, grabbed his wrist, and pulled out the thin sword with the entire palm as the handle in one go, swept it over, and cut the fingers that the woman had not had time to retract.

The woman twisted her body to the limit, and the scythe standing at her side turned sideways for half a circle, and the dark purple back of the knife became even darker, and then pulled out the shadow of a blade.

It's like the trajectory of a bullet in slow motion.

Kou Hongxiang sensed the danger of the black shadow, and the thin sword pulled a sword flower from the top of his head, and the ten fingers of his right hand and the left hand on the hilt of the knife were interlocked, as if holding a dagger, he missed the black shadow that seemed to suck all the light into the woman's chest.

The woman continued to swing the scythe in her left hand, and the dark golden nails of her right hand met the tip of his sword.

Kou Hong's left foot stepped down, and the wooden floor was sunk by his step. Taking advantage of this dislocation, Kou Hong's sword deflected and stabbed at the left hand of the phantom that stretched forward.

The tip of the sword was swallowed the moment it touched the back of his hand, and then his right hand gripped the middle finger of his left hand. A knife was pulled out of the knuckles.

Burst.

The knife plunged the entire length into the woman's chest.

With one blow, Kou Hongxiang glanced at the surrounding environment, covered the place where his right shoulder was pierced by the nail, and jumped from the car towards the cliff with a whizz.

Behind him, the last parts of the carriage disintegrated with a thud, and the motionless woman on it crashed into an aristocratic house.