The atrium is bright and vast.

There is a flood and famine, and there is a long mang.

In the ancient flood and famine, the human race acted against the sky and forcibly created gods, during which there were even people who were eager for quick success and quick profit, mixing the human genes into the beast body, and finally, causing the human-animal war that lasted for thousands of years.

It is true that this protracted war finally ended with the success of human beings in creating gods, and most of the humans and beasts were also extinct.

But among them, there are two kinds of humans and beasts, but they persisted until nearly 10,000 years ago, and then gradually disappeared.

One of them is said to look like a human but not a human, like a ghost but not a ghost, like a bat, but in fact a demon.

Just like the thing in front of Kazama.

With hideous fangs, sharp claws, red eyes, and membrane wings that spread for nearly half a meter, even if he was dead, there was still a black mist-like fishy gas spilling out from the corpse.

At first glance, people will feel great discomfort and even disgust.

"It's ...... Human, ghost, and blood bats? ”

As if surprised at why Kazama Yangyu would know about the existence of this ancient relic, the woman's cold eyes shook slightly, and then quickly returned to coldness.

"No, it's a subspecies of them, the Ghost Blood Bat...... The real human ghost blood bat is not only ......"

It seems that it is in response to the woman's explanation.

A huge shadow slipped silently.

So, at the beginning of nightfall.

So fast, so direct.

Not even a sound.

The only thing that could be felt was the chill, as if frozen.

Eerie, cold, with an incomparably evil aura.

It's like, innate, demons.

In an instant, swept away, Kazama raised his feathers, behind him.

Silent.

Then, grasp lightly.

It seems to be a floating prodigal, casually picking up a bunch of young girl's green silk.

It's just that lingering, not a frivolous smile, but a snatching claw.

"Bump!"

The huge force struck without warning, and pushed Kazama, who had not yet reacted, out of the air.

Straight up and into the trunk of a tree.

Poor Gumu didn't even have time to protest, so he poured a large leaf "la-la-la".

The light and shadow in front of him are covered and a little blurry.

In the confusion, the sound of gold and iron intersecting sounded.

Piercing and fiery.

Like lightning and flint, fleeting.

Accompanied by the sound of bandages and flesh tearing.

Subconsciously, I felt that the situation was not good.

Kazama didn't even have time to remove the shock from the impact, and with a kick of his hind foot, it quickly ejected.

In an instant, he rushed back to the woman.

The black light flashed, like a howling wind.

The ethereal shadow passed away, and in an instant, disappeared into the vast night sky.

Only one was left severed to the ground, with sharp hooked claws, still with a breathtaking black and cold glow.

"Are you alright?"

Looking back, Kazama Yangyu subconsciously wanted to grab the woman's arm, but was gently avoided by the other party.

In the beautiful eyes, the cold light is shining, and it stabs straight towards the wind and feathers.

But in an instant, I touched those concerned silver eyes.

Let that cold gaze stagnate slightly.

Kazama grabbed the air with one hand and reacted quickly, with an embarrassed smile on his face.

The silver eyes were scattered, but it was a shocking, bright red wound.

The bandage, which was originally tightly wound, had been cut through a cut of nearly five centimeters; The crimson blood quickly infected, turning the original white into a palpitating red.

With the skin as crystal as jade, I can't help it, and it makes people feel pity.

"You ......"

Gently stretched out his hand, wanting to say something, but Kazama Yangyu was worried and paused again.

"I'm sorry...... I ......"

The woman ignored him, just snorted softly, clenched the injured left arm firmly, and turned away on her own.

When the jade finger was lightly raised, a silver light was suddenly thrown on the ground, and under the illumination of the starlight, it fell towards the wind and feathers.

The icy cold glow was like the faint voice.

"Men who can't even guarantee their own survival don't think about seeking a mate."

Belch...... Is it true that men approach women only to seek a mate......

The corners of his mouth hooked up a helpless wry smile, and when he reached out, Kazama Yangyu took the silver light lightly.

At the beginning, it was the gorgeous and brilliant strange Tang knife.

"This sword is made of sterling silver, hold it, and the human ghost blood bat should not take the initiative to attack you."

"Uh......"

And then what......

"Then, you can get out of here and stop being in front of me, especially ...... Over here! ”

The two syllables, like gold and jade, are crisp and chilling.

Just like that, the sudden rise, thousands of silver rays.

In the silver rays, several dark shadows flashed and flew down like night owls.

Straight for the red-haired woman.

With a disgusting evil aura.

"Ding—"

There was a crisp sound, and the shadows flickered.

With a shrill cry-like hiss.

In an instant, it came from all sides.

Algidity.

Unprecedented cold.

With a strange turbulent wind, it invaded quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the water vapor in the stream was absorbed upward, turning into a thick cold mist, enveloping the surroundings.

In the cold mist, there are only a pair of red devil-like eyes, which appear and disappear from time to time.

If the tiger is a leopard and a jackal, and like an evil ghost rakshasa, it is eyeing the tiger.

It seems that they will rush up at any time, tear the two fat lambs to pieces, and then devour them all.

In a flash, Kazama raised his feathers and quickly stuck to the red-haired woman's back.

In the silver eyes, a trace of solemnity flashed.

"You just take care of the front, and the back can be left to me."

"I'll be more at ease if you stay away from me."

Sharp words, like sharp silver.

Even in the cold mist, it is still mesmerizing.

Kazama Yangyu was slightly stunned, and the other party had already swept out.

The silver mangs rolled, and the sound of the piano rose suddenly.

"Don't follow me!"

"Uh......"

By...... Disgusted......

Pursing his lips helplessly, Kazama Yangyu turned the Tang knife in his hand boringly, his legs were separated, the silver blade hung low, and he had a horizontal knife posture.

In an instant, the heart is like water.

In this way, I waited with all my attention to the attack of the shadow.

Waiting......

Await......

Wait......

Kazama raised his feathers and woke up in an instant.

Unexpectedly...... Waiting for almost falling asleep?!

The battle is over?

Still is......

Look around.

The cold fog remains.

Silver.

Evil spirits are revealed.

Shadows and redheads fly together.

Gold and iron resonate with claws.

In front of Kazama Yangha, there is still a tragic battle in full swing.

The red-haired woman, dancing lightly, gracefully and gracefully, flashed from between the shadows dangerously.

And those shadows, also under the cover of the cold fog, flashed silently, from all directions and angles.

The pitch-black claws, sharp and cold, were as bright as the silver rays.

In the blur of night and fog, they collided with each other, shooting out bursts of fire.

Kazama looked blankly, at the fiery battle of first love not far away, and then looked down at his side again.

Deserted, miserable and miserable, how can you be idle......

Could it be that in this world, even monsters are patronizing and taking care of beautiful women? Is the man so disliked?

Kazama Hiroha plunged the Tang knife into the ground and simply sat down.

In the middle of his anger, he suddenly heard a muffled snort.

looked up suddenly, only to see the red-haired woman staggering back a few steps, her body swayed, and she almost fell.

On the already injured left arm, there was a hideous wound.

On the other hand, a dark shadow, like black ash, quietly drifted away.

Struggling to stabilize her figure, the woman's ten fingers moved slightly, and the silver light suddenly flashed again.

With that, the sound of the piano became more and more high-pitched.

The silver strings, it seems, danced even more frantically.

At the same time, the shadows began to roar faster and faster.

The aura of evil, wrapped in the scarlet light like blood, swarmed in an instant.

Then, it intensified and flew more and more urgently.

Finally, it turned into a hurricane, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

Accompanied, a strange laugh.

In the midst of the strange laughter, there are countless shadows, like gulls and herons.

Accompanied by a deafening "rustle" sound.

But it was countless blood ghost bats, like dark clouds, surging in black.

In an instant, the graceful figure was concealed.

"Bang!"

"Rustle!"

With a loud bang, the black wings collapsed.

Countless black severed limbs fell from the sky and scattered all over the ground.

It was like a bloody black rain.

In the midst of the black feathers, a figure suddenly fell out.

But it was the woman, somehow, who suddenly withered.

His eyes were misty, his steps were vain, as if he was drunk, and he staggered.

At the same time, those phantom-like human ghost blood bats quickly seized the opportunity and swarmed up.

Suddenly, several dark shadows swept from all directions, silently.

It seems to be a ghost, and it seems to be a ghost, with teeth and claws, chasing souls.

The woman's figure flickered, barely passing between the two shadows.

However, the cold was cold on his back, and a dark shadow swept silently.

The pitch-black hook claws, cold and sharp, went straight towards the snow-white neck.

So slowly, so urgently.

Like the scythe of death, elegant and calm, with a trace of innate cruelty.

At that moment, a smile flashed in the woman's eyes.

It seems to be a relief, but it also seems to have a trace of regret.

The passionate sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

Even, the noisy "rustle" sound.

In an instant, everything was silent.

It was as if time was silent for this moment.

However, in the silence, something suddenly sounded.

With it, Yoyo chuckled.

"Thunder, Celestial Domain!"

For a while, the killing intent hurt.

Light.

Purple light, in an instant, rushed out from the palm of the feather in the wind.

Suddenly, the roar was furious, turning into a purple electric light dragon, rising into the sky.

In an instant, the heavy cold fog was torn apart.

Only a dazzling beam of thunder was left, accompanied by the starry sky, pouring down.

"Boom!"

"Zizi...... Zizi Zi ......"

Nine Heavens Xuansha, like thousands of thunder snakes, galloping and free.

Suddenly, it fell on top of the dark shadow, making the ghostly shadow suddenly stagnate.

The speed of light and shadow slowed down suddenly.

At that moment, Kazama Hiroha finally saw clearly, the one by one, hideous faces like evil ghosts.

Dark purple fangs, jet-black sharp claws, and, molten blood, scarlet eyes.

It's like a ghost, with a breathtaking weirdness and coldness.

It's a pity that for Kazama Yangyu, all this is meaningless.

Because, in his eyes, there is only light.

Golden light.

Like the golden flame in his throat.

“Feim，Zii，Gron！”

A strange sound, accompanied by the huge dragon might, surged out in an instant.

Transform into the forbidden power from ancient times and spread out.

Then, solidify.

The air, for a split second, stood still.

Together, that ghostly shadow.

In the stillness, only the young man with a smile on the corner of his mouth stepped out gently.

One step, one step.

Accompanied, crisp, cracking sound.

Like gold and jade cracking, with a hint of determination.

It was, the crisp sound peculiar to silver.

With a flick of his fingertips, the delicate Tang knife trembled slightly, and suddenly turned into a section, sharp, broken blade.

Suddenly, it flew out, shooting straight towards the shadows.

"Whew...... This piece is your ......"

"This piece is for you."

"As for you, it's too ugly, so let's use the ugly one......"

One after the other, one after the other.

One after another, and one after another.

Every shadow has been gifted, and the corresponding ...... Gift.

Gorgeous, yet deadly.

"Oh, and you, give you the smallest, it won't hurt~"

Gently, eject the last piece of the broken blade.

Kazama clapped his hands lightly as if he had finally completed some difficult task.

"Uh-huh! It's almost, those who see it have a share, fortunately even ah, fortunately even ah! ”

As he said this, he turned around and suddenly lowered his head.

"So...... The time for the performance has arrived, and there should be thunderous applause. ”