There was a movement behind him, and as soon as the roar came from the sound of the thing's vocal cords, the light string turned away. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Here, Knife Point!"

Of course, Black Feather was the first to face that thing.

Before his face could be turned, when his long hair was scattered down to block his view, there was a bone snort, and then when he returned to his sight, the stench of screams and screams poured into his sense of smell.

"Ah~!"

Feeling a sharp pain in his eardrums, Light String pulled out the black feather sword that he thought had stabbed the other party, and flashed back.

The whole body was dark, it was a humanoid, a ghost and a demon, long pale and messy hair, a skeletal face covered with a hard shell like a beetle, the eyes were hollow, and there was a black smoke screen in the hollow, with huge thick spikes on the cheekbones and chin, full of barbs and mandibles that wrapped around the upper jaw.

It, or her, with two seemingly transparent bony claws covering the exposed ribs, no flesh, no legs, and a floating skull?

Wearing a tattered dress that I couldn't see the color of, it was screaming and screaming.

His own black feather sword stabbed several of its already broken ribs.

The skeletal purpose of the floating demon was even more hideous in the firelight, and the hollow seemed to be directed at itself, terrifying its own soul.

The fierce scalp was numb, his back was icy, the light string frowned, and he rushed forward and flashed.

"A demon who should have died!"

A sword swept and tried to attack his demon head-on, and Black Feather directly cut it into two sections.

Like a skeleton falling apart, the sound of it falling to the ground is the same as the sound of bones falling to the ground.

But there must have been more than one thing, because the pain and resentment emanating from its body was thicker, and it felt more things running towards it.

"Cut, so troublesome! Damn it! ”

The light string stuck the torch on the ground and fixed it, and just as he was about to get up, there was a trace of resentment behind him, so he quickly stopped the action of getting up and rolled on the ground with one hand.

In the middle of the rotation, it was still a monster of the same type as the previous demon, but this one was obviously him.

"Wind!"

Hold up the ground again and flip up, throwing out a wind slash to kill the demon who sneaked up on him.

"Oh, whoa, whoa!"

More, more screams came, and Light String immediately got up and slashed several beings who didn't see sight and hear first.

"Titicaca......"

The sound of bone cracking rose in a row, and the light string withdrew the black feather sword and flashed to the right.

The whirring sound of breaking wind sounded in his left ear, and with a turn of the light string's body, dozens of humanoid demons came one after another like wolves running wildly towards sheep.

Each of them has a different face, how do they grow?

Or are they humans?

Corrupted by the resentment of the dead cherry blossoms, are these humanoid demons the villagers of the "river", or the people who strayed into the forest of dead trees?

Resentment erosion?

Could it be that if he and the star pupil stayed here, they would be eroded into such monsters?

Thinking of this, the thought of Qingxian wanting to leave became more and more urgent.

Absolutely not, you must get out of here as soon as possible.

Only kill, wield the Black Feather Sword, and surging the Wind Blade.

"Stay in hell, the dead, there is no need to exist in the world, rest in peace!"

The light string stepped forward, and the ring cut one ring after another, and the cyan whirlwind was endless.

Steel severed bones eroded by resentment, and the wind swirling from Black Feather slowed down the demons, allowing them to continue slashing with steel before the bone claws attacked their backs and sides.

The branches under his feet were blown up by the wind, and the dust was faintly coming out, but Light String was very careful to control the degree of his wind resistance sword technique, and the most was to cover the blade of the sword and around his body.

Because if you lose the source of fire, you will lose your vision, and then these humanoid demons will be difficult to dodge your attacks, which is extremely dangerous.

Ink hair and hanfu flutter and spin, and the small tornado centered on black spins like a harvester, and countless lightly oriented demons become scattered skeletons, and demons come from all directions.

Although these things are demons, they have no intelligence, they are not "demons" at all, they are not "demons", they are just monsters like wild beasts.

I don't know who they were when they were alive, but now they are not human, they are not demons, they are just skeleton monsters who only know how to kill, presumably these people know that they will be so ugly and murderous, and they will not let themselves live like this.

Zombie?

How to walk without legs, how to be a corpse without meat?

Even the light strings that are putting them down feel extremely pitiful, no matter what they are, they are innocent people, but people, they are alive.

They're dead!

"Wind!"

Light String would stop and rest every time he spindle, although he had trained the Whirlwind for a long time, but such a long attack also made his head a little dizzy, and those things were still attacking, not only not less, but more.

But it can't be infinite, he seems to be unable to get out of his body, the dense white bone black qi envelops the dead trees around him, and countless broken skeletons still have residual black qi around him in a circle, still increasing its thickness, width and height.

Light String didn't know how long he had been spinning, his long hair was extremely scattered on his body, he had already stopped spinning his blade, his head was extremely dizzy, and he waved the black feather sword attached to the green wind, and the steps on his feet were so chaotic.

Holding the Black Feather Sword in his hand, he quickly blocked the counterattack, and his body dodged the seemingly sharp but full of loopholes.

He had been attacked several times, and the wind attached to his body had all dissolved the bone claw that could have torn him through a huge wound, but the Wind Resisting Sword Technique could not be used at will, so he tried to dodge those attacks so that he would not be consumed.

If his Wind Resisting Sword Skill is exhausted, it is not the most terrible thing to be attacked and tear out a fatal wound, the terrible thing is that the resentment can infect him, and he will eventually become a member of those humanoid demons.

It can't be like this!

Thinking about it this way, the speed of the light string is faster, the dodge is lighter, the block is more calm, and the attack is more aggressive.

In the end, the light string triumphed, even in the forest of dead trees and endless reincarnation that felt extremely cold, all his clothes were soaked with his own sweat, his temples jumped and his heart beat for a long time.

The pile of bones has become a pile of bones, and the light string jumped off the pile of bones and sat directly on the ground gasping, wiping his face, as if taking a bath, I don't know how long it has been.

It's been a long time, and Light String stands up, the torch is about to go out, and he must return to the Star Pupil as soon as possible.

In this way, he packed up the Black Feather Sword and accelerated his running speed, even if his body was still exhausted, he would definitely recover when he reached the original point.

However, now I am so worried in my heart, I don't know how many humanoid demons will attack the lone Star Pupil?

Wait for me!