At night, the stars and the moon join forces to shine the cold light in the dark and gloomy woods.

"Quack...... Quack ......"

From time to time, strange cries resounded throughout the woods, and the screams were sharp and dizzy.

In the woods of Nuoda, the leaves are luxuriantly clinging to each other, forming a huge fan.

The leaves have a chilling edge, as if they want to swallow life into it and then peel it off.

The evening wind rustled the leaves, and the already lonely and cold forest was even more mysterious.

The night is like thick ink, gloomy and black, penetrating people's hearts.

The sound of wind and rain is intertwined, and the sound of ticking hangs in the ears, making people's cold hairs stand on end.

The whole forest looks like a bloody mouth, trying to swallow the careless pedestrians in one gulp.

The footsteps of the group seemed to sound from afar, and the vigilant and light pace made it even more difficult for the whole forest to settle down.

The figure swayed, from far to near.

A dark shadow fell in the forest, and the cold swords lined up, under the reflection of the moonlight, adding to the sense of slaughter.

"Oh no, I lost ......"

One of them growled, his face tired, and his brow bones mixed with fear that could not be hidden.

After several days of chasing and killing, they were exhausted and could not hold on.

"Keep looking, we must kill him tonight, or we will die tomorrow!"

The leader gasped, the man was badly wounded, and there was no one else with him.

This is their rare and only chance - to take advantage of his weakness and take the opportunity to kill him!

"Heh......"

When everyone was nervous, a chuckle rang out in the forest.

From far to near, looming.

In the ears of everyone who didn't dare to gasp in the atmosphere, there was a bang.

A person came against the wind, and the ink-colored robe brushed through the verdant green leaves, and the grass and trees were suddenly shocked.

However, a vague figure is already handsome, clear as jade.

The black hair was like satin, and it hung down on his shoulders.

A light ink-colored hairpin is hooked on it, and it is overflowing with streamers, casual and reckless.

"Really...... That's a lot of waste! ”

The man chuckled, silvery and hoarse, not at all looking like a badly injured and weak man.

"That's all there is left......

Some small murmurs spilled from the corners of his thin lips, and by the way, the corners of his eyes were extended, and there was some bloody demonic aura.

When he raised his head, the ink eyebrows flew obliquely, the narrow phoenix eyes were sharp and undercurrent, and under the high bridge of the nose, the thin lips outlined a cold arc.

The divine stroke of God on this face was the blood-colored drop on his forehead.

The blood color is delicate, and his handsome face is a little bewildering.

The moonlight and the starry sky reflected each other, and he stood there, like a fairy, cold and demonic.

At this time, a pair of soul-soothing magnificent eyes were slightly raised, and there was some ink color that was richer than the pupils.

It should be the demon's ink pupil, which grows under his eyebrows, but it is a terrifying abyss of death!

"Are you...... Rong pours!? ”

The leader exclaimed, the hilt of the palm of his hand trembling slightly unconsciously.

Such a picturesque eyebrow is actually the lord of Huangyue who holds the authority!

Everyone in the world said: the lord of Huangyue is pouring, decisive in killing, ruthless and cruel.

Such words were so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that when he saw the person in front of him, he had a trace of hesitation.

"These three words, how can you call them!"

Without waiting for the other party to respond, Rong Qingliu raised his hands lightly, and an ink-colored energy swept out of his palm.

The ink-like color has the appearance of a night-colored sickle, with a sharp tip, cutting off a group of people.

Before they had a chance to struggle, a group of people screamed and went to hell easily.