——The Eagle Mountain Gorge stood silently, and the eagle-headed peak revealed a little bleakness at this moment, and the arrogance that originally looked down on all things suddenly turned into the helplessness of bowing his head and mourning silently. Maybe it's because the inexplicable cold wind is passing through the middle of the mountain, and it is cold to the lonely Eagle Mountain Gorge.

The cold wind came after the white figure of the white god of death, and with the invisible murderous aura of the white rising, it cooled all the life around it, but it couldn't blow and couldn't cool the dark blue soul hanging on the bone sickle.

Han Shin's soul was forcibly pulled out by the bone scythe in Bai Qi's hand with the power of "soul killing", and then hung powerlessly on the pale scythe blade like slaughter, and Han Shin's body in the state of Street Fighter also fell to the ground because of the soul stripped.

In fact, the soul body itself is a very safe thing, because neither physical nor magical attacks can directly cause damage to the soul body, because the soul itself is an existence that is alien to the reality dimension. However, there are no absolutes in everything, and when the soul body is facing the awakened white death, it is extremely fragile!

As Bai Qi said, the White Grim Reaper gave him two special powers - "flying in the air" and "killing souls". "Flying in the Sky" is obvious, the White Death White Qi spread the demon bat wings, which makes him surpass human strength and have the ability to fly through the sky, but the most terrifying ability given to him by the White Death is indeed "Soul Slayer".

The secret power "Soul Slayer" enables Bai Qi to directly apply physical forces, injuries, and pain to the human soul of another element. The soul itself is not a strong thing, and once an attack can be applied to it, the effect will be extremely terrifying. And Bai Qi, who has this awakening power, seems to be really the god of death who came to the world, harvesting souls and judging life.

At this moment, Bai Qi, the white god of death, pulled out the soul in Han Xin's body with a bone sickle in his hand and hung it in the air. Han Xin's soul couldn't do anything to Bai Qi, and even his soul consciousness fell into a coma, while Bai Qi, the white god of death, stared at the dark blue soul hanging on the sickle with his eyes, and there was no trace of pity in his eyes.

It was all over, and a single blow from Shiro's scythe would tear apart the fragile soul in no time—of course he would, and he wouldn't hesitate to do so.

"Echo of Blood......" The cold and hard words slowly spat out from Bai Qi's mouth, and the sharp bone sickle blade briefly accumulated, and an instant slash would surely destroy Han Xin's soul.

"Slow down ......" The not unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded calmly, and almost at the same time, a hand was placed on Bai Qi's right arm, which was about to swing the sickle, and the hand did not exert force, but Bai Qi subconsciously stopped his movements.

The white eyes of the White Death Reaper squinted slightly in the direction of his hand, but the scene he saw couldn't help but shock him, his eyes under the white helmet contracted silently, and he couldn't believe the scene in front of him at all-the person who reached out on his arm was actually Han Xin, a street fighter who had been stripped of his soul!!

- Han Shin was dragged out of his defenseless soul by a sickle, his soul was traumatized, and his soul's consciousness fell into the abyss like a kite with a broken string.

Han Xin didn't know what was going on, but he felt that his soul consciousness was falling like floating paper, constantly falling, but it never fell to the end.

In the fall of soul consciousness, Han Xin felt that everything was very light, everything was very ethereal, he faintly felt that a cold sickle was hooking his soul, and it was as if he vaguely saw the white god of death Bai Qi looking at him with a cold gaze......

But, everything is meaningless. He is not a white opponent at all, too weak...... Bai Qi is right, he can't protect Wang Zhaojun at all, and he can't save Wang Zhaojun...... He simply couldn't do it...... And the real mission of his trip has stopped, and everything is coming to an end.

In fact, if Han Xin hadn't impulsively started a war with Bai Qi at that time, but instead looked for a gap in the battle situation and fled to the border city, there should still be a chance, so that Han Xin could at least complete his most important mission...... But he didn't regret it, he knew that even if he did it again, he would still be unable to help but rush towards Bai Qi.

It's just that he is too weak, even if he can't complete his mission, he can't save Wang Zhaojun...... Zhaojun, Zhaojun...... He desperately wanted to recall Wang Zhaojun's face, but he couldn't find that beautiful face like ice and snow......

"Are you scared?" A deep and kind voice came from nowhere, but it was like a circle of slight waves intervening in Han Xin's falling soul consciousness.

"Nope." Han Xin was not superfluously shocked, but replied calmly.

"Helpless?"

"Hmm. Helpless. Han Xin replied calmly.

"Remember your mission along the way?"

"Remember, desperately rush back to the border city and tell the truth about the inner kingdom to the king of Chu and the king of Han."

"Did you do it?"

"Can't do it......"

"Do you feel weak?"

"Weak! It's too weak! ”

The voice stopped for a moment, then said, "Don't you wonder who I am?" ”

"Curious, but don't dare to ask ......" Han Xin paused for a moment, and then continued, "Senior, if you can intervene in my soul consciousness, your strength must be as deep as the Han Sea, Han Xin is brave, please help me." ”

"Do you want me to give you strength?"

"Yes!" Han Xin almost trembled and spit out the word, his tone very firm. At that moment, his entire soul seemed to fluctuate with it.

"Haha......" The voice suddenly laughed, and the smile was sincere, without irony. Strength, I can't give you. ”

"No one can give you strength, only yourself!"

"Well, but it's too late." Han Xin replied, inevitably a little lost in his voice, everything was going to end after all.

However, the voice smiled at this moment and said, "It's not too late...... Now I pass by here, and when I meet you, it is also a kind of fate. ”

"I can help you block Bai Qi for three minutes, but what do you want to do in those three minutes?" That last sentence, the voice said in the affirmative.

Three-minute ...... What do you want to do? What can be done? …… Han Xin subconsciously remembered the mission of his trip, which was to give priority to transmitting the true image of the inner country back to the border city.

"I want to launch the signal flare that Mozi gave me to notify the people from the border city to come." Han Xin said affirmatively. When he left the Organ City, considering that his journey might be unpredictable, Mozi specially gave him a special signal flare, which he could use when he was not far from the border city. Thinking about it, the distance between him and the border city is relatively close now, and he can already use it, but he was once caught in a difficult battle with Bai Qi before, and he didn't have any chance to use it.

But now it's his chance, and the stranger promises to help him stop Bai Qi for three minutes! He knew that the three minutes he had said was just a help to his people, not just three minutes. His person's strength must be above Bai Qi, he said that if he can stop Bai Qi for three minutes, it will definitely be no problem!

"Okay." A deep and kind voice said calmly, "On the fate of today, I will block this white rise with you for three minutes, but how the scale of fate falls, I will never interfere, and I will not interfere." Once the three minutes are over, it's all up to you. ”

When the words fell, the sound naturally disappeared, as if a gust of wind was blowing, and it had already blown at this moment.

Han Xin didn't know how the man was going to stop Bai Qi, but at this time, his soul consciousness was much clearer. Then he clearly saw the white god of death, Bai Qi conclusively swung a bone sickle at him.

However, a hand stopped Bai Qi's waving right arm at the right time, the hand he was incomparably familiar with—his hand!

Han Xin's soul couldn't help but be shocked, he saw that his soul-separated body was standing beside Bai Qi, blocking Bai Qi from killing his soul!

- The same tiger-striped jacket, the same shark-toothed spear blade, the same wolf ears, the same blue hair. That's right, it's really Street Fighter Han Shin.

The only difference is that the same handsome face does not have the coldness and seriousness it used before, but a kind and calm face.

But it was undeniable that the body that had been stripped of its soul did stand next to Bai Qi and stopped his attack on Han Shin's soul.

The White Grim Reaper stared at Han Xin for several seconds, but the shock in his heart was indescribable, he didn't know how many strong people had taken the lives of powerful people with the strange power of "soul killing", and he had never seen a body that had been stripped of his soul and could act on his own. Bai Qi couldn't describe the shock in his heart, but he wouldn't stop in shock - there must be a demon when something goes wrong! He must use his own strength to find out the monster in front of him!

The eyes under the white helmet suddenly froze, and Bai Qi's right arm shook violently, shaking the hand of the street fighter Han Xin, and then the right hand with the bone scythe instantly flipped over, and the direction of the scythe immediately pointed to the street fighter Han Xin standing on his right.

"Echo of Blood!" The White Grim Reaper let out a low shout, and the bone sickle in his hand instantly swung out towards the Street Fighter Han Xin and swirled and slashed! At this moment, Bai Qi did not hesitate to target the weird street fighter Han Xin, and Ren Han Xin's soul slipped from the bone scythe and floated alone in the void.

"Bang !!" A clear weapon crash suddenly sounded, and the bone scythe in Bai Qi's hand of the White Grim Reaper failed to spin out at all, and the shark tooth blade in the hand of Street Fighter Han Xin Han Xin stabbed out at the right time, directly hitting the bone scythe that was slashed out.

The golden shark teeth clasped the blade of the bone scythe, like a tiger shark biting the white claws of the god of death, so that its killing intent could not be released at all.

Bai Qi's expression under the helmet gradually became grim, and his right arm had already used all its strength, but Street Fighter Han Xin used the shark tooth blade to hold on to his full force. However, what shocked him even more was that Street Fighter Han Xin didn't seem to have the strength to hold on to him, but that he was faintly using some kind of mysterious power, constantly softening and weakening his strength, so that he couldn't shoot the volley of the shark tooth blade.

Bai Qi, the white god of death, stared at Han Xin, his eyes were full of incomprehensible surprise, and Han Xin also looked at Bai Qi.

Street Fighter Han Shin's face was relaxed, and even with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he also stared at Bai Qi, his eyes were unusually bright, like a light in the dark night.