The wisp of blood seemed to have life, and the moment it touched Chu Nanhe's body, it quickly wrapped him, like a thin protective film, isolating the strange medium that was constantly sucking his blood around Chu Nanhe.

Immediately after that, several Xuan Ao marks in the hands of the purple-clothed boy hit Chu Nanhe's body hard, and in an instant, Chu Nanhe's decomposing body was treated to a certain extent.

At this time, although Chu Nanhe saved his life, his mind was already on the verge of collapse. His legs were limp, and there was a hazy yellow mist in front of him, and he whimpered and wanted to make a sound, but he couldn't spit out a complete sentence.

After the four old men realized that the medium in the air could not absorb the blood and qi on the body of the purple-clothed boy not far away, a trace of surprise flashed on their faces, and they looked at the purple-clothed young man who was still standing in the pale yellow air not far away.

The old men looked at each other and hesitated for a moment, and the old man, who was called the 'Old Monster', suddenly muttered, "Based on blood······ Spirits who automatically resist the Soul Eater······ Could it be······ Could it be..."

The 'old monster' said at the end, as if he had seen some extremely unbelievable monster, and his voice trembled a little.

As if he hadn't heard the old monster's thoughts, one of the old men spat vigorously and scolded, "The old monster's stone is good, but this tattered powder is useless!

As if he was a little angry, the old man got up and glared at the 'old monster' who was squatting in the corner and had been staring at the purple-clothed young man standing in the middle of the ring, gritted his teeth, and summoned a weapon with a strange shape like a chain.

"Old fellows, this is the last hope for us to maintain the fountain of life······ Anyway, take him down before anyone else finds out!"

The old man shook the slightly worn slender chain in his hand, gritted his teeth, and said.

"Okay, when the time comes, we will catch this, let's divide it equally. ”

Another old man also summoned out a weapon, which was a scimitar shaped like a sickle, and there were some gaps on the surface of the pitted weapon, and there were faint blood stains hanging on the gaps. seems to be silently recounting the bloody years of the past.

The three old men summoned out the worn-out weapons one after another, only the 'old monster' who was still squatting in place in a daze, and kept muttering some vague words in his mouth.

"Something is wrong······ Something is wrong······"

As if something important could not be remembered by his brain, which had been rusted over the years, the 'old monster' sat down on the ground in a daze, a line of sticky saliva slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Well, that old monster is stupid again. Let's leave him alone, just go straight to it!"

The weapons in the hands of the three old men came out together, and the moment the weapons were taken off, the old men's mouths continued to recite some ancient spells, those dilapidated weapons, at the moment when the old men's incantations came out, as if they were possessed by some evil spirit, a trace of treacherous black mist flashed above those weapons, and the speed of the weapons became extremely fast, shooting in the direction of the purple-clothed boy standing in the center of the ring not far away!

The moment the purple-clothed boy saw the black mist that suddenly flashed on those weapons, it was like a bomb that had suddenly been ignited. Raising his head to the sky, he shouted violently, and in that roar, there was a faint trace of flowing entity energy that flew away, colliding heavily with the dilapidated weapon that came rapidly in the air.

"Buzz!"

Above the worn-out weapons, the black mist flashed out again.

Although the killing intent in the sound wave that erupted in that moment was terrifying, the moment the black fog flashed again, the energy flowing in the sound wave seemed to be absorbed by the black fog in an instant and emptied, which was extremely strange.

The purple-clothed boy's tightly closed eyes shot out two beams of essence in an instant, and in the next moment, he soared into the air, although the purple-clothed boy said that his performance in the previous games was infinitely strange and his body was extremely solid, but at this moment, he seemed to be a little shy away from the worn-out weapon that stabbed around him, and in a few turns, he was able to avoid the passing attack, and ran straight towards the highest point above the ring.

Although the three old men were remotely controlling the few tattered weapons at this time, they did not really pick up weapons to fight the purple-clothed boy. But the sweat on their foreheads seemed to be silently stating how draining the incessant incantation was. At this moment, the speed of their muttering was increasing neatly and consistently, and the mouth shape and even the frequency of ventilation were neatly as if the three old men had formed a whole coordination at this time.

"Xiao He!"

Liuyun watched Chu Nanhe on the opposite ring slowly collapse to the ground, even if he summoned the crystal spear and used his best strength to slash the barrier in front of him, it would be useless. When Chu Nanhe's consciousness disappeared, as if he could hear Liuyun's shouts outside the barrier, his head, which was wrapped in viscous blood, slowly turned towards the place where Liuyun was.

Liuyun's shouts seemed to float into Chu Nanhe's ears at this time from an extremely distant valley. He slowly stretched out a hand wrapped in blood, and with the last bit of strength he had, he trembled and stretched out in a certain direction.

"Boom—"

The spear in Liuyun's hand landed, and he watched Chu Nanhe, the only person he could count as a relative in this world, slowly stretched out his bloodstained hand towards him, but he had no ability to rescue him from the barrier in front of him.

As if his strength was exhausted, Chu Nanhe's slightly raised hand in the air fell back to the ground silently. Before his consciousness completely dissipated, he seemed to see a lot of things that had disappeared, and people who had disappeared.

"Division······ Master······"

A final murmur.

Consciousness dissipates.

Liuyun's face froze. On his expressionless face, those eyes looked straight at the boy in the pool of blood, and no one knew what Liuyun was thinking at this time.

There is no grief and cries of children after the loss of a loved one, and there are no tears. Some just knelt in front of the barrier and remained motionless, their dark and bright eyes as if they had suddenly become hollow at some moment, and the bright light faded. The nails were deeply sunk into the flesh of the palm, and the bones between the fingers were pinched and crackled.

He Ruidong looked at Chu Nanhe, whose consciousness had completely dissipated in the distance, and said softly, "I'm still alive." ”

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