On the ninth floor of the Soul Tower, the young man sat calmly in the center of the cage. At this time, most of the guards of the Soul Tower were transferred to the bottom floor and the surrounding areas to guard against mercenaries, or to block the chaotic flow of people, and there was only one guard left on the eighth and ninth floors. The guard had a scarlet fingerprint on his brow, leaned against the wall, looked coldly at the young man in the cage, and his right hand habitually pressed against the hilt of the steel knife.

The young man's head sank slightly, and he fell asleep with the soul puppet he was manipulating, and the purple light around him dimmed a little. His strange eyes were still open, and his chest was slightly heaving with his breathing, barely visible, and he looked lifeless.

The guard gave the young man one last look of disgust, closed his eyes and dozed off. Suddenly, the slight heaving of the young man's chest stopped. He spat out a forked snake core from his lips, wiped his eyeballs, and looked up at the staircase on the ninth and tenth floors.

A rapier flew out of the staircase like a boomerang, heading straight for the guard's neck. The tips of the guard's ears moved slightly, and the subtle sound of breaking wind woke him up, and he immediately pulled out the steel knife in his right hand, and shook the flying sword away with a single sword. The thin sword flew back towards the staircase, and Ying Yanshu jumped out of the staircase and caught the sword in the middle of the air.

The guard leaped forward, and the steel knife slashed at Ying Yanshu's head from top to bottom. Ying Yanshu was injured, but he didn't dare to take it hard, and he threw himself forward to dodge. The steel knife slammed into the ground, leaving a large cobweb-like crack. The guard lay on the ground, his left toe was the axis, his straight right leg swept more than half a week like the mechanical arm of a winch, his waist was twisted, his right arm was lightly relaxed, and he turned around and swung a knife at Ying Yanshu. Ying Yanshu turned over with a harrier eagle and jumped up from the ground, the blade of which grazed the soles of his shoes in a thrilling way.

At this time, the two faced each other very closely. The guards used the sword as a sword and stabbed directly at Ying Yanshu, who did not dodge and fired back on the spot. The two of them took lunges, lowered their upper bodies, and fought like two praying mantises.

The steel knife stabbed straight at the tip of the steel blade, and the force was easily pushed away, and then a sword stabbed into the guard's shoulder.

The steel knife slashed, and the blade pressed the knife grid. The blade pierced the armor under Ying Yanshu's armpit, but it did not hurt the flesh and skin. Ying Yanshu broke the guard's arm with another sword.

"Qiang", "Qiang", "Qiang", swords collided, no sparks splashed, but the relatively silent duel was full of murderous opportunities. The jade willow sword seemed to come to life in Ying Yanshu's hands, and the flexible swordsmanship played with the steel knife in applause. The blade and tip of the sword are like greedy vampire bats, drawing beautiful arcs in the air, licking the wounds of their opponents, allowing the blood to flicker.

After a few rounds, the guard knew the gap between himself and his opponent. With a single sword, he slashed the stabbing jade willow sword, kicked hard with his front foot, and withdrew backwards from the battle circle.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed, and Ying Yanshu's face flickered in the guard's eyes. Then, Ying Yanshu put the sword into the sheath. The guard looked at his opponent suspiciously, and just as he was about to speak, a fishy smell choked his throat. There was a warmth in his chest, and the guard looked down to see a streak of blood spreading from his right abdomen to his left shoulder. The wound was not torn hideously, but was as neat as a work of art, so that the blood did not flow out immediately, not even in pain. But in fact, the sword was already deep into the ribs. Moments later, blood flowed profusely, and the guard collapsed weakly.

Ying Yanshu stood up, straightened his clothes, breathed a sigh of relief, came to the door of the iron cage, took out the key and opened the iron door.

"Let's go. Ying Yanshu looked at the young man who was still sitting in the cage vigilantly. The young man also looked at Ying Yanshu, his face expressionless, spit out the forked snake core and wiped his eyeballs, without the slightest intention of going out. Seeing this, Ying Yanshu couldn't help but get goosebumps behind him.

"What is this?" Ying Yanshu muttered to himself as he looked at the scales on the sides of the young man's cheeks.

Suddenly, the young man's eyes moved slightly, his neck was crooked, and his gaze looked past Ying Yanshu to look behind him. A huge sense of oppression hit the back of his head, and Ying Yanshu knew that something was wrong, kicked on the railing of the iron cage, and rolled away with the force of the shock. Before he landed, a figure smashed heavily on the original place of Ying Yanshu, and the masonry cracked.

"What is this!" Ying Yanshu turned over, half-knelt on the ground, and drew out the jade willow sword and scolded angrily.

The man lay there, covered in red smoke. His body was exceptionally strong, and his clothes were torn, like a giant ape torn from human skin. Then, the blood shadow slowly got up, and when he stood up completely, the top of Ying Yanshu's head could only barely level with his chest. Ying Yanshu's wrist holding the sword trembled slightly, and there was already a little fear in his heart. The blood shadow turned around, and a pair of blood-red eyes stared at Ying Yanshu. In a trance, Ying Yanshu felt that this deformed face was very familiar.

After a while, Ying Yanshu's pupils shrank suddenly, his lips opened slightly unconsciously, and a drop of cold sweat slid down from the corner of his forehead. Only then did he realize that the man and ape-like creature in front of him was the falcon he had just killed!

How is it possible! Beads of sweat the size of beans slipped down Ying Yanshu's face, and his brain was running rapidly. I killed him. Absolutely, I definitely killed him. But······ But why?

Ying Yanshu suddenly remembered someone.

Narushi once told himself that there was a monster in the state that suddenly disappeared twenty years ago. In that year, after the discovery of the Judgment Cliff and the Zhuangren Bridge, people began to explore the Xuqin Mountains around the Judgment Cliff, and found the ruins of a dilapidated ancient city in the valley on the east side of the Judgment Cliff. Later, this ancient ruin became a base for explorers, and some small ancient town ruins around it were also discovered, and later generations called this group of ruins the relic. The Relic State does not belong to any empire, it is a chaotic land of opportunity and death, and I don't know how many people have made a fortune by finding treasure here, and I don't know how many people have lost their bones because of treasure hunting. Zhang Feng was once one of many explorers.

It is said that Zhang Bong was cursed in an underground vault, and the remnants of the souls of the ancient demon beasts invaded his consciousness. A companion killed him in a panic to protect himself. Unexpectedly, after his death, Zhang Feng turned into a demon beast, tore the companion who killed him into pieces and ate it, and then turned into Zhang Feng and resurrected him. Terrible stories spread in the Lost State, and the ghost became a monster that people must get rid of quickly. But the cursed ghost has grown in strength, and few people are its opponents. Even if he is killed, Zhang Feng will turn into a monster beast with even more terrifying strength, tear apart and eat the person who killed him before, and resurrect him again. After the news came out, a mercenary group came to besiege and kill, Zhang Feng went through three days and three nights of bloody battles, was killed twice and resurrected twice, and finally escaped from the state, and there has been no news of him since.

Looking at the Falcon who came back from the dead in front of him, Ying Yanshu realized that the rumored Zhang Feng was not missing, but joined the Charm Department after escaping from the Remnant State, and the ghost mask and code name of the Charm General were the best cover for his identity. No wonder Xi said that the Falcon escaped from the dead several times, and it turned out that it was because of the curse.

What should I do? Do I want to kill this opponent who is already dead again?

After the falcon turned into a monster, his sanity seemed to have deteriorated very badly. He didn't care about the man behind him at all, but rushed to Ying Yanshu desperately. The thick beast arm smashed like a mace, and Ying Yanshu dodged in the back of a flip, his face solemn.

This is a, a real "mortal enemy".