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It's going to be a change!

A figure quickly shuttled through the dense forest, breathing rapidly, and his body was a little embarrassed, and the wind in the forest whistled and pounded on the blade, making a hissing sound.

On the left half of Yang Yihu's arm, a sharp blade pierced through three thumb-sized holes, which looked like three flowers blooming in the air, red and tender, and blood gurgling out.

His heart was beating violently, and his mouth made a sound like pulling a bellows, Yang Yihu looked back, and his red eyes were like a terrible ghost asking for his life, shaking his heart cold.

"That eye can see through all my movements... It was the man who gave it to him. Yang Yihu's face was pale, he hadn't seen him for a few days, this Du Yu was so terrifying, he was really alive.

"." Yang Yihu's ears trembled, his body suddenly deflected to one side, and then his ankle hurt, and his body staggered forward.

"The movements are all seen through, whether it is attacking or dodging, they are all seen through, and they can't fight at all." Yang Yihu was terrified in his heart, this feeling was really terrible, it was as if every time he moved, he deliberately hit Du Yu's sword, obviously he was ready to dodge every time, but in the end, he happened to hit the opponent's sword, and then a hole was opened in his body.

The ankle was painful, the foot meridian was broken, Yang Yihu's center of gravity was unstable in an instant, his body fell forward, his face turned pale, and the big knife in his hand slashed backwards, but there was despair in his eyes.

"Flower Rain Sword - Bloom!"

Then came Du Yu's life-threatening voice, Yang Yihu's palms trembled, and he loosened it in pain, and it was connected all the way to his shoulders along his palms, all of which were red holes, connected in a straight line, like a row of bright flowers.

"Kill me!"

Yang Yihu turned over from the ground with difficulty, looking up at Du Yu's cold expression, where was the breath of the Virgin Mary on that expression, it was clearly a god of death crawling out of hell.

Staring at Yang Yihu's desperate eyes begging for mercy, Du Yu was unmoved, and with a sword flower in his hand, another flower bloomed on the other party's right shoulder.

"Want to die? The weak do not have the right to choose death. ”

A few swords cut off all the meridians of Yang Yihu's limbs, and the blade of the sword was like a dragonfly slashing off half of Yang Yihu's chin, depriving the other party of the ability to bite his tongue and commit suicide, so that the other party couldn't even say words to beg for mercy, and could only let out a terrible dry howl, but the coldness on Du Yu's face did not subside in the slightest.

"You know, sometimes death is a luxury." Du Yu sneered, "Then, let's feel the horror of despair next." ”

Yang Yihu's eyes widened, and a sword light slashed in front of his eyes, cutting his eyeballs, and the world fell into darkness, his limbs couldn't move, and he could only hear the sound of a sharp blade penetrating his body in his ears.

The spirit involuntarily concentrated infinitely, as if the pain and fear in his body had been magnified ten thousand times, and sword flowers bloomed everywhere in his body.

One after another, the sword flowers exploded on Yang Yihu's chest, forming a row of handwriting, "Murderer - Du Yu!" ”。

"Do you know what the sound of blood is like?"

Yang Yihu could hear Du Yu's departing footsteps, the air was full of the smell of blood, it was his own blood, and the ticking sound became the last note of his world, monotonous, repetitive, and suffocating.

。。。。。。。

A month later.

On top of an abandoned ore vein, Du Yu shook the blood on his sword and looked at the figure standing in the distance with a deep gaze.

"You've just killed someone, and it seems that you're very skilled in mastering new powers." Qin Hao turned around and looked at Du Yu, a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Thanks to you, isn't it?" Du Yu said calmly.

"Huh!" Qin Hao sneered meaningfully, and said in a cold voice: "Remember, everything you have belongs to me." ”

Du Yu's eyes were cold when he heard this, and his palm unnaturally grasped the hilt of the sword, and then he saw the other party staring at him with a smile, and there seemed to be a force in his gaze that made Du Yu's heart palpitate, and he bent his head inch by inch.

"Yes!" Du Yu replied in a low voice.

Time passed slowly, and after receiving Qin Hao's explanation, Du Yu left with a solemn face, and a bite mark on his neck was unusually black, and a strange and cold power began to spread in his body.

"It's going to rain!"

Qin Hao raised his head, and there were dripping raindrops falling above the sky, moistening the dry air and making it extremely cool.

Jun Malu stood behind Qin Hao without saying a word, holding a thin book in his hand - "Swordsmanship", and there was a different look in his eyes, as if he had found some novel toy.

。。。。。。。

The rain was evaporated into a white mist by the steaming waves, and Zhang Lang stood on the top of a lonely mountain, sitting cross-legged, the fiery red spiritual energy like a substance, wrapped around his body, making his whole person look like a raging fire.

The breath of the flames was tyrannical and manic, and as soon as Zhang Lang took off his disguise at this time, his face was distorted and hideous to the extreme, and the sweat at the center of his eyebrows was evaporated as soon as he surfaced.

A sarcoma bulged out of his eyebrows, trembling violently, and his red writing wheel eyes seemed to be roasted by flames, which was terrifyingly red.

Two minutes later, Zhang Lang screamed miserably, his breath was unstable for a while, his strength was discharged, and the flames around him suddenly dissipated unsteadily.

"Damn, it still doesn't work."

Zhang Lang touched the center of his eyebrows, and at that position, the sarcoma calmed down, and a thumb-sized ball of fire spirit energy jumped out of the sarcoma and dissipated in the air, and in the depths of the center of the eyebrows, an anxious insect stopped gnawing and quietly returned to quiet, lying motionless, quiet and harmless to the extreme.

"It's fifth-order, but I still can't get rid of this damn bug." Zhang Lang took a sip, slowly stood up, his arms rounded, and a circle of hot wheels ignited around him, evaporating all the rain that fell.

"Do you ask the elders for help, or..." This idea was just a flash, and it was vetoed by Zhang Lang, not to mention whether those elders could do it, even if they could do it, such a dangerous thing, where could he trust others, in case one of them didn't make himself a fool, those elders would not give him his life, but it was more likely that he would gouge out his eyeballs.

", who the hell is that guy? What does he want to do? ”

Zhang Lang frowned, his face suddenly changed, there was a faint stinging pain in his skull, and it began to become more and more intense, he ran towards the bottom of the mountain violently, the speed was extremely fast, he knew that it was the person who called him.

What a damn way to summon!