Xiao Feng suddenly stopped his singing, his body remained motionless, and he hung in the air for a moment, and the fragments of bellflower flowers in the sky wrapped his thin body, like a flower funeral so beautiful that it was suffocating. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But no one found it beautiful, only that it was very ruthless, even cruel.

Makarius sat feebly on the ground, tears of grief running rampant across the furrows of his face.

The stone silkworm trembled, bowed to the rain of flowers in the sky, and a series of lights flashed in the huge right eye, and no one could tell what it was.

The man in white sighed and shook his head, as if feeling worthless for Xiao Feng's death, he took a piece of bellflower with his hand, gently placed it on his chest in respect, and turned to look at the black mandala not far away that was still closing the petals.

Luo Hanya only felt that his body seemed to regain consciousness, he looked at the rain of flowers in the sky stupidly, motionless, and suddenly, he trembled like a demon, and slapped himself with his backhand.

"Smack!" I don't know if it was because he had just regained control of his body and couldn't control his power, or because of the endless guilt in Luo Hanya's heart, this slap was very hard, leaving five clearly visible finger prints.

Xiao Feng didn't have a chance to see everything in front of him, his body became crystal clear at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into countless fine blue particles, blinking with blue light, slowly converging, condensing into an illusory bellflower, the azure blue bellflower bloomed brightly in the void, swaying gently, it seemed that there was a breeze blowing, but there was no more familiar light sound, only a low whimper came from nowhere, as if crying for Xiao Feng.

The bellflower floated towards Luo Hanya lightly, and the elf in the wind carefully guarded the blue and fragile bellflower, for fear that there would be a slight difference in the pool to completely turn the bellflower into nothingness.

The blue bellflower slowly stopped in front of Luo Hanya, stretching every vein, Luo Hanya hesitated for a moment, stretched out his finger and gently touched the dreamlike blue bellflower.

The petals trembled lightly for a moment, and all the azure light seemed to have come to the end of life, like an old man in the twilight, no longer shining brightly, only the twilight was dim, and the bellflower became more and more illusory, and finally returned to nothingness.

Everything about the little wind also disappeared completely with the dissipation of the bellflower, and there was no trace left, just like his name, the wind came from the endless void, and finally disappeared silently, leaving no trace in the first place......

"Well, why didn't you die?" The man in white suddenly spoke, as if he was very sorry.

Luo Hanya glanced at the man in white for some reason, and found that he had already lifted the white lamp that was originally hanging on the wall and walked towards the black mandala.

"yes, how could I die so easily." The evil black mandala slowly bloomed, still so mysterious, but if you look closely, you can find that the inner wall of the petals is densely covered with cracks, and Manro staggered out of the petals with a pale face, as if he had been hit hard.

"Even if you're not dead, it's pretty much the same."

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, no matter how weak I am, it's still more than enough to clean you up." Manro stared at the man in white, without the slightest intention of retreating, and his attitude was very tough.

"Oh? Hopefully, your body will be as tough as your mouth in a while. The body of the man in white turned into a phantom and slapped Manro hard.

"Ahem, ahem...... Manro's face changed and he coughed violently, just like the previous little wind.

"Looks like your injuries are worse than I thought." The man in white seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as he looked at the black and red ice cubes that Manroe coughed out of his hand.

"I can't imagine that one uncertainty could almost ruin all my plans." Manro didn't care what the man in white thought, and his pale face still maintained a confident smile, "But these guys in my plan won't affect me." ”

"Oh? You're saying I'm in your plan? The man in white's voice suddenly became extremely gloomy.

"It's not just you, it's everyone except the old man and the kid." Manro shook his head, looked at the man in white with a little disdain and said, "I'm going to attack next, are you ready?" ”

"I'd like to see how many pounds and taels you have." The man in white gently shook the white lamp in his hand, and stood confidently in place, waiting for Manroe's so-called attack.

"What a ridiculous confidence." In an instant, Manro appeared in front of the man in white, and the dead air in the white light rushed out like a gray-white dragon, heading straight for Manroe.

Surprisingly, Manro didn't dodge, he had an eerie smile on his face, as if the dead air didn't affect him at all.

The man in white looked at Manro in confusion, he didn't understand his behavior, he knew very well the power of the white lamp in his hand, and he was confident that even if he was entangled by these dead qi, it would be very troublesome, let alone Manroe.

A knife suddenly appeared in Manro's hand, ignoring the dead qi that was about to wrap around him, and stabbed straight into the heart of the man in white, this posture was like to - lose both!

"Royal!" The man in white gave an order, and a large amount of dead air poured out of the white lamp again, and it actually condensed into a set of gray-white armor on his body.

The death gas turned into a dragon, and it was frantically injected into Manro's body, and at the same time, the knife in Manro's hand was about to pierce into the armor of the man in white.

The man in white looked at Manro puzzled, he didn't understand why Manro did this, although he couldn't move with the white light and used the death technique, but such an injury swap was obvious that Manro was going to be more seriously injured, shouldn't this be worse for Manro, who was already badly injured? Why did he make such a stupid choice? Could it be that there is something special about his dagger?

The dead air gushing out of the white lamp in the hand of the man in white was a little thicker, and the gray armor on his body = almost condensed into substance.

Seeing that the dagger was still stabbed on the armor, the man in white suddenly had an ominous premonition, it was the instinct brought about by dealing with the undead all year round, looking at the strange smile on Manroe's face, the man in white sighed in his heart, and without hesitation, he put aside the white lamp in his hand, wanting to avoid Manroe's stab.

"That's when I remembered to hide? It's late! ”

Manro's dagger stabbed into the body of the man in white without any hindrance, as if the armor on the man in white did not exist.

"You ......" Although the man in white dodged the vital point of his heart, he was still cut open in the abdomen by Manro's dagger, and in an instant, blood was dripping, and even the small intestines seemed to leak out. (To be continued.) )