The heavy sword slashed, and Xi raised his claws again 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.

The Blood Sword Slave was just about to fly down, when suddenly a chill came from a distance, piercing straight into the bone. The last time he felt this way was when he confronted the poor Ying on the border of the Empire. His gaze flickered and landed on a small figure. The man was also looking at him, and the two pairs of eyes looked at each other through the night, and there was no pupil on the other party's white eyes.

On the ground, the black-pressed Praetorian Guard soldiers slowly surrounded them. They walked slowly, hugging each other, seemingly reluctant to move forward or stop. Like a swarm of ants, timid and greedy approaching the corpse of a dragon. It's still far away, and the broken roof of the building is like a hell of treasure buried in it.

In stark contrast to the "ants", there is a thin figure in front of them. He frantically rushed towards the place where Xi fell, and suddenly fell to the ground like dead wood, sliding out several meters with inertia, dragging a faint trail of blood behind him. Then he immediately got up and ran with difficulty and persistence.

Finally, he came to the door of the building. It was a somewhat solemn ancient hall, located in the depths of the palace, but it was not eye-catching, and it didn't even have a name. The door was open, and the guards at the door were nowhere to be found.

His mind was dizzy, his eyes were blurred, and he saw only a faint red. Xiu Qiang cheered up, wiped the blood stains in front of him, and walked into the dim hall with his hands on the door frame.

There are no lights in the temple, and tall bookshelves are lined up in it. Xiu suddenly remembered that this was the place where the secret documents of the empire were stored, and without the emperor's edict, even the people of the charm department would not have the right to enter. And right now, most of the Praetorian Guards guarding the surrounding area should have been transferred to guard Miyagi.

A smell of blood came to my face. A large hole had been made in the roof in the center of the main hall, the beams had been broken, and rags and flesh remained on the rough stubble. Underneath the hole, the masonry crumbled like a spider's web, the center of which was almost crushed to powder. In a trance, Xiu saw a red person lying in the moonlight.

Xiu forcibly shook his head, and his eyes gradually became clear. It wasn't a man, it was a pool of humanoid blood. The outline is complete, like a work of art, except for the missing arm, replaced by a splattered pool of blood.

Grief filled his heart, and Xiu turned his head, not daring to imagine the terrible scene.

The trail of blood stretched deep into the main hall. Xiu followed, and after walking a few steps, he saw two collapsed bookshelves. Seven or eight corpses, the guards of the hall, lay in the messy books. The head of the leader was horribly flipped over, his cervical vertebrae were broken, and he held a bloodstained broken knife tightly in his hand.

Straddling over the corpse, Xiu followed the trail of blood deeper into the depths.

The moonlight faded away, and Xiu took out a piece of fluorite for lighting from his bosom. A faint glow of fluorescence illuminates the way ahead. Since Xiu was also seriously injured, the fluorite was stained with a little blood, and the fluorescence emitted was also covered with a layer of blood. Along the way, blood dripped and blood footprints were one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the bookcase was full of crimson palm prints. Xiu suddenly had a strange feeling that Xi seemed to be looking for something.

No matter how big the hall is, it can't be endless. In the dim corner, Xi was covered in blood, quietly leaning on the bookcase, motionless, not at all reacting to Xiu's arrival. Xiu's heart tightened, could it be said that Xi had already ······

Xiu hurriedly came and squatted in front of Xi, only to see that Xi's chest was still rising and falling slightly, and Xiu also breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Xi's injuries again, Xiu couldn't help but close his eyes.

A hideous wound fell on the face like minced flesh. The bare skin on the front was covered with bruises, and tiny beads of blood were coagulated in every pore. His right arm was severed at the root, and the world-shattering Devilless Claw and his severed limbs were already in the air, and he didn't know where to fly.

Xiu opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on Xi's chest. In the lower right part of his ribs, a broken knife was inserted, and there was still a trace of black blood oozing from the wound. The knife stabbed so deep that it was only a finger's width when it was exposed. Xiu's eyes were red, and he carefully pinched the stubble of the broken knife with two fingers, trying to pull the knife out. As soon as he exerted his strength, Xiu gave up this idea. Because he found that the broken knife had stuck Xi's ribs.

His eyes left the broken knife blankly, and Xiu raised his head. Only then did he realize that Xi's single eye had opened slightly, and he had been looking at him for a long time. The gaze of the three eyes met in the air, and the corners of Xi's deformed mouth twitched, as if he was smiling. Xiu thought he had misseen it, and blinked vigorously. When he looked at it again, Xi's blood-soaked face could no longer make any expression.

Outside the main hall, there was a faint voice. Xiu knew very well what was about to happen: the Praetorian Guards who slowly surrounded them, and the moment they saw the dying Xi, they would rush like a flood, just like greed in their hearts washed away fear. Lying under the bookcase is not Xi, but rewards and fame. They would trample on each other and fight each other for the scarred corpse.

Xiu gradually gritted his teeth, as if a poisonous fire was burning his forehead, and his right hand unconsciously pressed on the iron rope around his waist.

Blood suddenly poured out of Xi's mouth. Xiu was taken aback. A barely audible voice floated out of Xi's mouth.

"Don't ······"

Xiu was stunned, and his right hand holding the iron rope was even harder.

"Envoy, you, don't worry. ”

"Silly ······ Ya······ Head ······"

Xiu froze, and the tears that had been suppressed for a long time finally rolled out of his red eyes.

After a while, Xiu choked up and said, "Superior, superior, envoy······"

"Let it go······ Heart······" These words seemed to use all of Xi's strength, and even her eyelids became a little heavier.

There was a cacophony of armor rubbing, accompanied by sighs and whining, and then the outside of the hall fell silent. In its place, there was the sound of a person's footsteps. The footsteps were calm, as if each step was a heartbeat of the listener, with no sense of urgency or hesitation.

Footsteps kept approaching, and a blood-colored figure with a heavy sword appeared in Xiu's line of sight through the gap between the bookshelves. In an instant, Xiu reflexively stood up and blocked Xi behind him. The rope swept out of his waist like a snake and wrapped around Xiu's arm.

"Don't ······" Another stream of blood poured out of Xi's mouth, and his voice was a little louder than just now, and his tone was a little anxious and pleading.

The Blood Sword Slave came to the bookcase, as if he hadn't seen Xiu, and passed straight past her. Picked up the seriously injured Xi and turned to leave.

"Release, heart······ Release, heart ······" Xi's words echoed in Xiu's mind like the sound of an ancient temple bell, and the hand holding the iron rope kept trembling. In a trance, until the Blood Sword Slave left with Xi on his shoulder, Xiu was still frozen in place. Suddenly, as if awakened by something, she rushed into the hallway. The Blood Sword Slave had already reached the center of the main hall, and with a light tap of his toes, the blood robe fluttered, and in this way, he rose into the night sky through the hole in the roof.

Pain and tiredness came with the injury, his eyes were blurred with blood again, and Xiu fainted in the main hall.

The moonlight was cold, sprinkled on the bloody seal, as if the mother was ** the child's face. When the vitality dissipated, the night finally returned this belated tenderness to the orphans wandering in their homeland.

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On the ninth floor of the Soul Tower, the ground was covered with cobweb-like cracks, and the bricks and stones were shattered inch by inch. Ying Yanshu tossed and turned, dodging the frantic attack of the falcons. And the scaly man stood at the door of the cage, without any intention of helping.

A fist the size of Ying Yanshu's face came to him. Ying Yanshu scolded angrily, leaned sideways, and the rocky protruding finger bones brushed in front of the tip of his nose. The tip of his nose hurt, as if he had been licked by a poisonous snake, and some blood beads oozed out. Ying Yanshu spun around and slashed at the falcon's forearm, and the force that came made Ying Yanshu's wrist numb for a while, leaving only a white mark on the falcon's skin.

A beastly howl came from the falcon's throat, and another punch smashed into Ying Yanshu from top to bottom. Ying Yanshu rolled backwards. The fist slammed into where he had stood, shattering the masonry and leaving a crack. The falcon then swept in with a kick. Ying Yanshu immediately flipped up, and a backflip dodged backwards.

The four guards seemed to have heard the movement upstairs and came up to take a look. As soon as they reached the ninth staircase, they froze in place, staring dumbfounded at the events in front of them. Three of them stood in front, and the other was blocked behind. The snake-scaled man silently tilted his head to look at them. In an instant, a white bone spur covered with spiral lines burst out of the ground, piercing the bodies of the three guards in front of them, and several tall bone spurs directly penetrated their heads. However, no blood was oozing.

Bone spurs are long and short, averaging more than a meter, and the thickness of a finger with a slight arc, like a ······ Snake teeth.

Nightmare – Snake Kiss.

"What's wrong with you?" the guards behind the three looked at them puzzled.

The snake's teeth retracted into the ground, leaving no holes in the ground. The three of them froze in place for a moment, and then fell to the ground, and several blood holes suddenly exploded on their bodies, and blood gushed like a spring. In a few breaths, the corpse froze. Three of them fell, and the figure of a fourth appeared in the eyes of the snake scale man. The snake-scaled man's stiff face seemed to twitch, and his fists clenched, as if he was a little surprised, and a little angry.

The last guard was stunned, but quickly realized what had happened, and barely hesitated to turn and run away. Suddenly, several more snake teeth burst out of the ground. Most of the guards had already run into the hallway, with only one left foot remaining on the ninth floor. The interlaced fangs pierced his ankle in an instant, biting the prey that wanted to escape. There was a "click", and there was a sound of broken foot bones at the ankle. The guard fell to the ground and disappeared from the snakescale's sight.

The snake's fangs were still growing slowly, fumbling for the purpose of piercing his calf. The pain pierced his heart, and the guard tried to tell himself in his heart that it wasn't true! The guard gritted his teeth, drew his saber, slashed twice in succession, cut off the snake's teeth and his ankle, and fled with a rolling belt, leaving only a bloody left foot, lying quietly in place.

At this time, Ying Yanshu had been forced to the wall. The falcon swung out, Ying Yanshu had nowhere to dodge, and the demonized giant claw directly pinched his neck and half of his shoulders in his hand. His face was red, and the feeling of suffocation came, and Ying Yanshu only felt a fishy smell welling up in his throat. Holding the jade willow sword in his right hand, he angrily stabbed the falcon's wrist. The force was so deep that even the tenacity of the demon beast's skin was pierced into a blood hole. The force on the palm of his hand was also loosened a little. Despite this, the Falcon still pressed the book against the wall.

The injury added another anger to the frenzy, his eyes were filled with red blood, and he smashed another punch into Ying Yanshu's head. The shadow of death instantly enveloped Ying Yanshu's heart. He tried his best to break free, but the steel-like palm didn't move, and he could only watch as the rolling stone fist swung in. Just as Ying Yanshu closed his eyes and waited for death to come, his fist fell heavily on his ear, making his eardrums painful.

Before Ying Yanshu's eyes could be opened, a thunderous roar came from in front of him, and he was immediately thrown out by the falcon and slammed into another wall, and his internal organs were surging.

Ying Yanshu struggled to get up, only to see the tall giant ape roaring madly and painfully. The skinny Ling Chuyi hung behind his shoulders like a lone wolf pounced on the back of a bison. Ling Chuyi held the dead guard's steel knife in his hand, and the blade was stuck in the left ear of the falcon, and the black demon blood flowed all the way to his shoulder.

The falcon flailed its arms frantically in an attempt to capture the vicious sneak attacker. But Ling Chuyi skillfully dodged the clumsy palm and turned the steel knife vigorously, pulling the falcon's injuries. Even the falcon that turned into a demon beast seemed to be unable to resist the pain of this heart-piercing heart. Finally, the Falcon raised his anger and slammed into his back, trying to knock Ling Chuyi flat. In desperation, Ling Chuyi deserved to let go of her hand. The falcon slammed into the wall, and it seemed that even the soul tower trembled slightly.

Seeing Ling Chuyi, who had loosened the steel knife, landed beside the falcon, Ying Yanshu immediately rushed with a sword. Unexpectedly, the Falcon turned a blind eye to Ling Chuyi beside him, and instead strode forward and punched Ying Yanshu. Ying Yanshu was caught off guard, and was directly blown away by an uppercut, and hit the wall just now again. Ying Yanshu coughed up a mouthful of blood, and couldn't help but roll his eyes, it turned out that the demonized Falcon would only attack the person who had killed him earlier.

As soon as Ying Yanshu was about to stand up, an invisible and powerful force came from all directions, forcibly pouring into his mind, as if he was about to crush his skull. In the midst of his dizziness, Ying Yanshu vaguely saw that countless whistling knife arcs brought killing intent in the air. A scream of despair came out of nowhere.

It seems that something terrible is happening under his feet.