The valley is dark and quiet.

Accompanied, the faint "rustle" sound.

It is like a dormant beast, quietly waiting for the arrival of its prey in a false sleep.

And then, here came the prey.

The silver eyes, with slightly messy silver hair, still reflect a terrifying light even in the dimness.

It is like a silver cheetah, shuttling quickly in the twilight afterglow.

With that dense heartbeat like a war drum.

The throat is still very dry, but now, Kazama's footsteps can't be stopped.

The lush ancient trees quickly retreated, flashing in front of their eyes.

The "rustling" sound that was originally far away also sounded again, and the increasingly intense, cold breath.

Let the goosebumps of Kazama's feathers, as if they don't want money, "swish" spilled.

It's like a dandelion sown with seeds, floating to an unknown distance.

In the distance, in the twilight afterglow, only the shade of the trees is constantly fluttering.

Also, the shadow of evil that cannot be seen, but is real.

The "rustle" sound is getting louder and denser.

It's like thousands of bees, whispering in your ears.

Let Kazama Yangyu's already dense heartbeat become even more frantically agitated.

I heard, I heard, that low, yet piercing scream.

In a chaotic "rustle" sound.

It's like a demon of fate, calling madness.

Summoning, the arrival of the Child of Destiny.

The pace suddenly accelerated.

With each step, there is a clear sound of landing.

At this time, maybe it will be discovered, right?

Or maybe it's already been discovered, right?

However, the "rustling" sound did not mean to stop at all, but instead sped up.

It's like trying to throw Kazama up and leave him behind.

Gritting his teeth suddenly, Kazama Yangyu finally stopped hiding it, and in an instant, he raised his speed to the extreme.

Then, abruptly, it stopped.

Not because it was discovered.

Nor is it, it is surrounded.

Rather, it's gone.

The original complicated "rustle" sound.

It's like a demon that suddenly escaped into the shadows, and even the cold aura converged in an instant.

Leaving only the fragments of the twilight afterglow, in the blur, refracted a faint scale light.

At that moment, Kazama suddenly heard the sound of the water.

Just like his original purpose.

Perhaps it was because he had been so focused on the mysterious rustling sound just now, and it was only now, when Kazama Hiroba's attention finally converged from the nerve-wracking ominous aura, that he was stunned to find that what appeared before him, under the last light of the valley, was a stream as beautiful as a silver chain.

The stream, flowing "with a whoosh", is bright and gorgeous.

and the starlight that is gradually revealed, reflecting each other.

A momentary turn of events made Kazama a little at a loss.

Could it be that the so-called guidance of fate is to give yourself an inadvertent surprise at a certain moment after you finally give up?

Or is all this just the last calm before the storm?

But, no matter what, Kazama Shoha walked slowly, bit by bit.

It's like a cat ready to catch sparrows.

However, the sparrow suddenly moved.

No, it's the creek.

The huge blister, "whoosh" and without warning, burst open.

It's like a lotus, breaking through the water at the moment when the sky finally falls silent.

With a flame-like color.

At that moment, Kazama raised his feathers and suddenly became sluggish.

Like, the poor worms who saw Medusa.

Before he had time to react, he had already turned into a stone sculpture.

So crisp, so thorough.

However, the one who appeared in front of Kazama Yangyu, as hot as a flame and as cold as a snow lotus, was definitely not Medusa.

No, perhaps, it was before she was punished by God and turned into a monster, Medusa...... With it, even the sea god Poseidon covets the beauty.

Presented in front of Kazama Yangyu, from the stream, Huo Ran got up is a girl who is as captivating as Heer, no, perhaps, it's a woman.

Compared with Huer, there is less greenness and more maturity.

The slightly lowered side face is as bright as the bright moon, and the eyelashes hanging down with water drops are shining with the brilliance of starlight; The long flame-like hair, flamboyant and enthusiastic, scattered casually, wrapped the long body, and faintly, revealing a piece of mutton fat-white lotus root.

The jade finger lifted lightly, casually brushed a strand of hair behind the ear, and then, suddenly, looked back.

"Who?!"

At that moment, Kazama Yangyu saw it, and the bright red eyes like weeping blood, with a cold killing intent.

At the same time, as if to echo her call, the "rustle" sound that had disappeared was torn apart in an instant.

Yes, like a sharp blade, with a sharp whistle, tearing the air to pieces.

Countless black shadows, as if they were suddenly born from the darkness, just like that, overwhelming, poured out.

Not to flock to the wind and raise the feathers, but to the slim woman who stood in the stream.

Instead, what flocked to the wind was a touch of cold glow as bright as silver snow.

That woman, the woman who was as cold as a fire lotus, gave up her defense at the moment when the black shadow rushed towards her, and she was about to kill Kazama Yangyu, an uninvited guest?!

"Be careful!"

Dodge and attack.

You can only take one or the other.

So, Kazama raised his feather and chose to attack.

It's not big, but it's still a blazing fireball, forming in an instant, and then shooting out quickly.

In an instant, at least the top of the woman's head was shot.

"Boom!"

"Zila...... Whoop ......"

In the loud crackling sound, the afterglow of the flames, accompanied by pitch-black debris, flew in all directions.

Like fireworks, bright and magnificent, a black shadow of "rustling" was scattered.

At the same time, the cold light also came as scheduled, and with a "clang" sound, it stabbed over.

All the time, pierced, Kazama's armpits.

Then, straight and straight, submerged, behind it, the trunk of the ancient tree.

A dark shadow, like black ash, gently sprinkled down, and disappeared in an instant.

However, Kazama didn't look back, just fiercely, shivering.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a smile that he knew was ugly without looking in the mirror.

"That...... Sorry, I didn't plan to hide...... It's just that I missed the opportunity to show up......"

With his head bowed, Kazama stood with his eyes raised, and finally said the crucial line.

However, before he could finish speaking, the woman, who had turned her back to him, suddenly turned around.

The water shimmered, like a phantom, and swept in front of Kazama Yangyu.

At that moment, there was light, falling from the sky, with a little demon and a little angel.

"Cheer, rejoice, rejoice, gaze, admire, young man! This is the greatest art in the history of mankind! ”

"No, no, no, a gentleman loves money, he takes it in the right way, a gentleman's true colors, he has a trick to flirt with his sister, young man, you have to abide by the truth of your heart, and you can't go astray!"

"What went astray, you don't see Venus in front of the mirror, with "The Palace Maiden and the Servant" in the "Spring" water of "Truth" "Sleep"?"

"There is only a thin line between a genius and a madman, and there is only a paper between art and degeneration, when the clarity of the soul is indulged in the turbidity of desire, when the ......"

"Stop arguing, all of you! Sick of it! Do you think I'm still the fledgling kid? This...... How is this temptation possible...... Not...... All in all, I have my own opinions! ”

"Smack!"

With a soft sound, Kazama shutting down the small theater in front of him with a huff.

Then, quickly close your eyes and tilt your head to the side.

"Girl, wait! Next...... Not that kind of person! ”

A frightened fawn.

Kazama raised his feathers, quietly waiting, waiting, that crucial hot line.

"Zheng!"

And then, here comes the concise and sharp lines.

With the neck, it suddenly clings to it, a touch of coolness.

"Give you three seconds, get out."

Belch...... It's not the same as saying yes!

In my heart, there was a kind of despair crying out, Kazama Yangyu's brain suddenly heated, and his eyes opened fiercely.

Then, I saw.

It's like heaven...... Bandage?

Yes, straps.

What appeared in front of Kazama was a series of straps that were wrapped around like a seriously injured person.

Starting from the chest, skip the belly squeeze all the way down, all the way down to the ankle of the right foot, while the left foot stops abruptly at the base of the thigh; Opposite the legs, the left arm was tightly wrapped with a strap, while the right hand was empty, except that now, he was holding a knife, pointing straight at Kazama.

The simple shape of the Tang knife, the cold light is shining, the bright light, accompanied by the soft lines, as if it is really made of silver, gorgeous and ostentatious.

Just like the woman in front of you.

It is said that "the sword is a hero, and a hero is a beauty", but, maybe it's because he hasn't become a hero yet, and now Kazama Yangyu can't feel the affinity between this sword and the beauty to himself.

What permeated in front of Kazama Yang Yu, what he could really feel was that rushing killing intent.

And, the sudden sweep, layers of black shadows.

The black shadows that had already dispersed suddenly surged back like flying locusts.

With a dense and piercing "rustle" sound.

Like thousands of razors, breaking through the air and whistling.

Kazama raised his feathers, and he didn't even have time to hesitate, and the purple electric light quickly condensed.

However, it was too late......

As an elemental master who has only reached the E rank, the "Thunder Universe Domain" or something, if it weren't for his own perception, it is estimated that it would be impossible for Kazama to even use it, and as for the instantaneous or something, it would still be too reluctant after all......

A trace of anxiety rose in the silver eyes, and the golden flame instantly surged to the throat.

With a golden glow.

Then, it was covered up.

"Seven flashes!"

The cold voice was just like the cold expression.

Thousands of silver rays, suddenly, rose from all directions.

All the "rustling" sounds, in an instant, were still.

In the stillness, only the melodious sound of the piano played slowly.

Then, rage.

It's like a sheng song, suddenly pushed to a climax.

Then, abruptly, it stopped.

"Whoa!"

Black blood splattered, and broken wings spilled lightly.

Countless severed limbs and wreckage fell from the sky, falling to the ground in pieces, scattered all over the ground.

Kazama feathered, paused slightly, and then, quickly, stared intently.

At that moment, Kazama raised his feathers, and finally saw clearly, the terrifying existence that was piled up all over the ground.

It was a long time ago, I heard from Su Yu's mouth, and it is the same name as the human wolf, and the other, the ancient relic, the human ghost blood bat......