As the words fell, Wei Jiu's sword blade was raised, and it slashed directly towards the dry tassel.

The "rook" in the normal state can be regarded as the strongest combat power of the two camps, and his strength is incomparable to other characters. The previous defeat was also due to the disruption of the rhythm, but in fact, as a "scholar", the dry tassel has absolutely no possibility of victory.

No, not only is it invincible, but in a sense, it can't even resist.

Facing the sharp blade, the dry tassel stubbornly held the shield high, which belonged to her pride, even if she lost, she couldn't put down the shield. But she knew very well in her heart that with only this small shield, how easy would it be to resist the attack of the "car"?

Her eyes had long since lost their color, and her eyes slowly closed, and she didn't even have the slightest intention of resisting. Is there anything more painful than despair? The answer is yes, and that is desperate waiting.

Severe pain struck, but death did not come as scheduled, and the dry tassel was slightly stunned, not knowing what the man in front of him was having.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that the blade of the sword slammed into her shield, and her body was bounced off by the tremendous force. The pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow was not any substantial injury, but was shaken by the force of the rebound.

"I said, I won't kill you!" Wei Jiu said in a deep voice.

Don't look at the dry tassel is very embarrassed, but he was not comfortable at that time, although the blow did not consume much energy, but his heart was as uncomfortable as if he had been tortured. For some reason, he couldn't make a move on the dry tassel, even if he forcibly swung the blade of the sword, he was stunned and turned around in the middle of the way.

"If you want to move the boss, you have to step over my body!" Dry Tassel drank without fear, and once again looked at Wei Jiu.

She is the boss's bodyguard, and she is Hua Yiliu's sister, as long as she can protect Hua Yiliu, she is not afraid of death. Although she also knew that her protection was so vulnerable to such a powerful enemy, defeat was a foregone conclusion, it was only a matter of time.

At this moment, regenerating, the dry tassel only felt a pain in his neck, and the whole person was stunned.

Slowly turning her head, what she saw was Hua Yiliu's cheeks, and she was stunned in place, not knowing what was going on. But the pain in her neck quickly swept through her body, and immediately after, she felt her mind and consciousness gradually blur.

"Why?" asked the dry tassel distractedly.

"You have guarded me for so long, how can I let you sacrifice in vain?" Hua Yiliu laughed in a low voice, his tone full of relief.

She is a smart person, she sees the current situation very clearly, and in the face of Wei Jiu, they have absolutely no chance of winning. Rather than two people dying, it is better to protect the tassels thoroughly, at least in this way, it is better than sacrificing a close person in vain.

Although she didn't know that the sunspot in front of her couldn't kill the dry tassels. There must be a reason and a story, but at least for now, she doesn't have time to think about it that much.

But obviously, as the head coach, she will definitely die today, and Kuroko will not let her go no matter what. There was a flash of relief in his eyes, was death terrible? In fact, it was not terrible at all, but it was just a moment of pain.

"Let's do it!" Hua Yiliu muttered distractedly.

Wei Jiu was stunned, but he didn't expect that the white coach would be so free and easy, and at the last moment, he didn't even have a trace of resistance. Of course, after thinking about it, he also understood that the victory and defeat were clear at a glance, and there was an insurmountable gap between the two sides, even if they resisted and struggled, it would be useless.

With a swing of his palm, the blade of the sword rose and pointed directly at Hua Yiliu.

......

The temperature of death is very cold, and the touch that is close to death, but not equal to death, is even more terrifying.

Hua Yiliu could feel that the Grim Reaper was standing in front of her, and the scythe was swinging high, as if it was about to harvest her life. She smiled helplessly in her heart, for the sake of the Baizi camp, she had endured too much, but in the end, she was inevitably dead.

In a trance, a man's figure appeared in the bottom of her heart, which felt very familiar, but she couldn't see clearly.

"It's over!" Wei Jiu said coldly, the blade of the sword in his hand pierced Hua Yiliu's neck.

One step, two steps, the sword blade was getting closer and closer, but in front of Hua Yiliu, it finally stopped. Wei Jiu's body trembled, the blade of the sword trembled, and the whole person looked very unnatural, followed by it, and his arm slowly hammered down.

The original attack posture was directly withdrawn, and the trajectory of the attack was directly interrupted.

"How so... How could this be!" Wei Jiu muttered distractedly, holding his heart in some pain.

He didn't know what was wrong, but the pain in his heart made him very uncomfortable, and he couldn't lift any strength. Even, he could feel that his blood was flowing backwards, and all his internal organs were restricted by a strange force.

With a "plop", he finally fell to the ground weakly, and his whole mind became confused.

In a trance, a series of figures also emerged from the bottom of his heart, from vague to clear, until they were accurately portrayed in his heart. His pupils dilated suddenly, and he looked at his hands in distraction, and he suddenly realized what he had done.

"I see... I see..."

When he muttered again, his voice was much calmer, a feeling of light and light, as if he had figured out something in an instant. His gaze looked fixedly at Hua Yiliu and the dry tassel, his pupils were full of apologies, and then he moved his gaze back to Ling Jie.

Yes, he remembered, those lost memories, he recovered.

Looking at Ling Jie, it was not only his boss, but also the person he had guarded all his life. But can he still make a move? The answer is no, Hua Yiliu, the coach of the Baizi camp, and the "Shi" Qiantassel are also the people he protects.

"I'm sorry... The battle situation behind... You probably need Jie'er to solve it yourself!" Wei Jiu said in a low voice, his tone very helpless.

When the words fell, he didn't hesitate at all, his palm was raised, and the blade of the sword was raised again, but this time it did not stab towards Hua Yiliu. I saw the saber spin in his hand, cutting a strange arc, and then slashing directly towards his neck.

Who would have thought that victory was imminent, and since he would choose to kill himself by such means.

"No!"

"No!"

The exclamations in unison came from the mouths of Hua Yiliu and Ling Jie respectively, and they all felt a sharp pain in their hearts. Who would have thought that the coaches of the two camps would be affected by one person in the end.

But Wei Jiu seemed to have never heard of it, the blade of the sword slashed across his neck, and his body gradually disappeared in place.

......

Such an ending, reversed too quickly, is unimaginable to everyone.

"What are you doing... What the hell are you doing!" Ling Jie roared almost madly, Wei Jiu's death was indeed a major blow to her.

It's not because she lost the last winning card, but because she has always had a special emotion for Wei Jiu in her heart. Although she couldn't say it clearly, it was clear that that kind of emotion was not as simple as the coach to his courtiers.

She didn't understand, why did Wei Jiu make such a shocking move, she had already won, why did she choose to kill herself? As if she had fallen into an evil spell, she didn't understand what Wei Jiu saw and understood at the last moment.

The battle situation behind... Probably need Jie'er to solve it yourself!

This is what Wei Jiu said to her before she died, it seems that there are thousands of mysteries hidden, but it is not clear for a while. What did the rest of the battle mean? She didn't understand. At this time, the two camps, but only the coach and the "soldier" are left, is it really possible to distinguish the winner and loser?

In fact, she is not the only one who doesn't understand, the coach of the Baizi camp, Hua Yiliu also feels very dazed.

She didn't know what happened at the last moment, which would make Wei Jiu, who was originally bound to win, cut herself off, and she didn't understand why, there was such a sharp pain in her heart. Before Wei Jiu broke herself, she could feel the feeling in her heart.

But as soon as Wei Jiu died, that feeling disappeared quickly, and her heart also followed death.

She didn't know what was hidden in it, and the teardrops in her eyes told her that there must be a story in it. But as the king of the Baizi camp, she is destined not to shed tears, especially because of a local general.

......

"Labor and money, dead and wounded, this battle, in the end, there is no winner or loser!" Hua Yiliu said coldly.

Pack up her emotions and sort out her mood, she is still the coach of the white camp, the boss who leads the side. No matter when, no matter what happens, in such a position, she will never forget her duty and duty.

These words were naturally said to Ling Jie, as if they were intentionally seeking peace.

In fact, not only her, but everyone felt that this battle was indistinguishable from victory or defeat. How can two bosses and one soldier never leave their zone, so how can they kill each other? In the end, this is a game of chess.

But although this is a chess game, it is not just a chess game. If you want to draw, you must agree with the coaches of the two camps, but it is not clear in a few words.

Facing Hua Yiliu's words, Ling Jie acted as if she had never heard them, and the whole person looked ahead in a daze. It was the last place where Wei Jiu disappeared, and she seemed to be able to feel that there was still the breath and smell of Wei Jiu.

"What do you mean? What the hell do you mean... What should I do in the next battle!" Ling Jie muttered in despair.

Wei Jiu's wisdom is too terrifying, in a sense, although he is a "car", his war talent is no worse than her as a coach. Ling Jie still stubbornly believes that he will never be sent to death for no reason, he must have some unknown thoughts.