The bell is ringing slowly, and the ugly time has come.

Miyagi was silent. Xiu slowly propped up his upper body, leaned against a broken log, and struggled to raise his head to look at the sky. The demonic man was still there, his black wings vibrating as if he were invincible. Looking at the familiar figure, a smile unconsciously appeared on Xiu's bloodstained face. Xiu expected him to look at him, even if it was just a casual glance. But no, Xi just quietly looked straight ahead.

Xiu followed his gaze, and his heart beat suddenly. The Blood Sword Slave was draped in a dark brown blood robe and carried a heavy sword, and he was suspended in front of Xi like this.

Xi clenched his fists, every muscle in his body was tense like granite, and the black magic wings behind him gradually expanded. And the Blood Sword Slave's whole body was shrouded in a bloated blood robe, and he couldn't see any reaction. The banner of the Praetorian Guard on the ground was windless, and a terrifying momentum spread outward with Xi as the source, surging towards the Blood Sword Slave. And the silent blood sword slave seemed to have become one with the heavy sword behind him, and as soon as the momentum surged in front of him, it was dissected, and the blood robe didn't even move.

It is said that beasts are able to recognize beasts that are more dangerous than themselves by instinct. Although Xi had never seen the Blood Sword Slave make a move, he could vaguely sense the strength of the Blood Sword Slave. Of all the people he had ever met, there were only four······ No, there are only four creatures that can be compared to the Blood Sword Slave, one is Poor Ying, the other is Shan Chenggang, and the head of Yingfu back then, Yizhao, and He. However, now that the medicinal power of the underworld is still there, he is not without the strength to fight in the face of the Blood Sword Slave.

Just as Xi was engrossed, the Blood Sword Slave spoke first.

"Before everything is reversed, it finally makes sense. The voice under the blood robe was hoarse and gloomy, accompanied by a suffocating coughing and wheezing, "I became this ghost just to wait for the person who would hurt the dead to appear, and then tear him apart." It's just that I didn't expect that person to be you. ”

"Tear it down and start over?" Xi sensed something was wrong, "What do you mean?"

"It's not your business. ”

"Secret scroll, what the hell is it?" Xi suddenly realized the problem.

"You're the second person interested in this issue, but you're not qualified to know the truth. ”

"The first one is the last soldier, right? Xi remembered a man who had disappeared for a long time, "What did you do to him?"

"It's nothing, it's just to reunite them. ”

"Reunion?"

“······ You have too many questions. The Blood Sword Slave was silent for a while, then leaned out of his right arm from the blood robe and held the hilt of the heavy sword behind his back, "Those who are curious will die first." ”

"But I am the one who is dying. ”

While the two were talking, the magic wings behind Xi had already covered half of the sky. In contrast, Xi is like an ant lying on the surface of a leaf. Even the inter-city riots were quelled a bit, and the citizens, mercenaries, and the army all cast frightened glances at the black hole in the center of the city, which was deeper than night.

Xi's figure flashed and disappeared in place. The wings curled up horribly, like the claws of a monster poking out of the abyss, holding the Blood Sword Slave into the palm of his hand. Black lines flowed on the surface, and a black planet seemed to hang over Yisang City.

A flash of cold light.

A smooth cut appeared on the surface of the planet, and the originally round black planet instantly deformed, cracking along the incision, and then shattering, floating in the air like countless vulture feathers. The blood sword slave floated in the air, the heavy sword was already in his hand, and the tip of the sword hung slightly.

Xi didn't show up. The shattered black shadow spun rapidly around the Blood Sword Slave, one after another, sweeping towards the Blood Sword Slave with the sound of breaking wind. The tip of the sword was raised, and the broad sword face was in front of the face. The first black shadow slammed into the heavy sword, shattering and completely dissipating into the air. The explosion lifted a corner of the blood robe, and the faint darkness of night seeped into the cloak. Through the reflection of the sword face, a familiar and unfamiliar face appeared in the eyes of the blood sword slave.

This ghost looks like this again······ A touch of anger surged into his heart, and the blood sword slave used his waist as the axis, mobilized his shoulders and arms, and swung his heavy sword to slash behind him. The invisible sword qi annihilated all the black shadows flying in front of him. Blood robes fluttered, and swords flew. The black shadows that kept attacking were like moths to a fire, and they were destroyed by the sword qi before they could get close.

The heavy sword is raised, and the momentum is like a dragon. An extraordinarily powerful sword aura tore apart the last small piece of black shadow, and then headed straight into the sky, lifting the tiles of the roof below, and cutting through the dark clouds and smoke of the zenith. The Blood Sword Slave looked up to the sky and gasped, the heavy sword hung low, and the miserable white moonlight shone through the cracks in the sky and sprinkled on his hideous face. After a moment, the Blood Sword Slave lowered his head again, hiding his face under the blood robe.

At the moment when the Blood Sword Slave lowered his head, Xi suddenly appeared above him, like a predatory bat, silent and deadly. The black flame burned in the right eye and spread across the limbs. The right arm is high, and the claws of the devil shimmer with a metallic sheen.

Punch out. The Blood Sword Slave quickly turned around, lifting the heavy sword in front of him, and the wide sword grid held the Devilless Claw back. The Blood Sword Slave leaned sideways, the heavy sword attached to his arm, and the blade scraped towards Xi. Xi's right arm exerted force, and the whole person jumped onto the heavy sword like a praying mantis. The Blood Sword Slave spun up quickly, trying to shake Xi away. As soon as Xi let go, the close blade would immediately seriously injure him. But without the devil's claws, he clasped the sword lattice, and Xi lay on the heavy sword without moving, and the joints of his limbs seemed to have been cast like this from birth.

After lying on the heavy sword and being thrown twice, Xi freed his left arm and swung a punch at the head of the blood sword slave. The Blood Sword Slave also raised his left arm to block in front of him. The fist was smashed on the elbow. The Blood Sword Slave clasped Xi's arm with his backhand, and Xi also clasped the Blood Sword Slave's arm. The left arms of the two were locked together, and Xi used his hands as fulcrums to leap up and kick his right foot on the temple of the Blood Sword Slave. The Blood Sword Slave's head was raised, and his fragile throat was exposed. Xi's right leg quickly retracted, like a scorpion's tail needle, and his heel slammed into the Blood Sword Slave's Adam's apple.

The sharp pain caused the Blood Sword Slave to unconsciously let go of Xi's left arm, and the rotation stopped. Xi took the opportunity to get rid of it and kicked it on the chest of the Blood Sword Slave. The Blood Sword Slave flew upside down for a few feet before he was able to stabilize his body. Without the slightest breath, Xi rushed in front of the Blood Sword Slave again, and slammed his fist into his chest, and a condensed black shadow burst out of his body. The Blood Sword Slave held the sword in both hands, and the wide blade of the sword blocked Xi's fist like a shield. The shadow flickered, and a heavy punch hit it in the ribs.

The blood sword slave had great killing intent, and slammed his palm on the sword, shaking Xi away, and then swinging his sword and slashing angrily. Xi raised his claws to resist. The blades and armor are tangential, and sparks are everywhere. The sharp pain in his arm pierced Xi's mind like an awl. Xi had no doubt that if it weren't for the absence of no devil's claws, this power would directly shatter his bones.

The heavy sword slashed continuously, Xi dodged one after another, and he couldn't dodge it, so he took it hard with no claws. After a few rounds, a feeling of weakness gradually came over Xi's limbs. Xi understood that the medicinal power of the underworld had begun to dissipate, and his time was running out.

Distracted for a moment, the Blood Sword Slave grabbed the flaw and slashed his heavy sword at the top of Xi's head. Xi couldn't dodge, and raised his claws to block in front of him, and the heavy sword slashed directly at Xi's face against his weak right arm. The tenacious Kui Mu saved Xi's life one last time. The ghost mask shattered, and another stab wound was added to the ugly face.

The right arm was a little numb, as if something was flowing on the forearm, and the originally cold fingers felt a burst of damp heat. Xi realized that the sword just now had split the Devilless Claw. Cheering up, he told himself that now was not the time to die. He still has to buy time for Yi'er, and the deal with Ying is not yet complete.

The Blood Sword Slave raised his heavy sword and stabbed Xi in the chest. Xi grasped the tip of the sword with his right hand, and reached out with his left hand, choking the throat of the blood sword slave.

"Are you the one who is dying?" Xi's right arm was pressed against his chest, and the heavy sword advanced little by little, "I've already died once!"

The blade of the sword slowly pierced into the epidermis, and the blood flowed like a torrent. Xi clutched the tip of his sword and tried his best to stop it. The blade of the sword cut through the armor in the palm of his hand, and there was a terrible grinding sound, as if the claws of no devil were wailing.

I'm sorry, old friend. For thirteen years, he has survived all the way to this day without the claws of the devil. Seeing it gradually moving towards destruction, a sorrow arose in Xi's heart, and the left palm that grabbed the neck of the blood sword slave became more and more forceful.

The fierce aerial battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and the sky that had been torn apart by the sword qi before was still swallowing moonlight. The moonlight fell on Xi's ugly face, sprinkled on the dripping blood, and reflected on the cold blade of the sword.

The reflection of the blade sent a faint light into the blood robe. Close, Xi finally saw the appearance of the Blood Sword Slave. The Blood Sword Slave was about forty years old, with long hair and a face like a knife. Like every middle-aged person, the years have left shallow nicks on his face, and the handsomeness of his youth can be vaguely seen. The only thing that was different from ordinary people was that the right half of his face was covered with grayish-white bone.

Looking at the face of the Blood Sword Slave, Xi suddenly felt very familiar. After thinking for a moment, another face slowly came to mind, and it perfectly coincided with the blood sword slave in front of him. Suddenly, Xi realizes that she has discovered the truth behind it all.

The Blood Sword Slave noticed the change in Xi's eyes, and his gaze turned cold. The right hand released the hilt of the sword and smashed the fist into Xi's left elbow. A crisp cracking sound sounded, and Xi's left arm twisted terribly. Under the severe pain, Xi let go of his left hand and used the last of his strength to push the tip of the sword away from his chest.

Xi turned and fled into the depths of Miyagi. The Blood Sword Slave easily caught up with it, and the heavy sword slashed down, and Xi once again raised his claws without a demon to resist. Broken armor cracks, and blood blooms. Xi fell from the sky like a meteor, smashed through the roof, and fell into a building inside Miyagi.

At the same time, a gray-blue man strolled to the palace gate.