The morning glow is reflected in the sky, gradually staining the ink. The gray sky slowly turned red.

His face was calm and affectionate, and his fingertips rubbed the gun back and forth.

After a long time, he said, "It's a pity that I taught you to dodge." ”

The blood beads were warm and soaked through the left shoulder. The blue-gray shirt bloomed with a double-petaled red lotus. I lifted my sword, beads of sweat rolling down my eyebrows.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you again,"

Moving my chapped lips, I pulled out a nonchalant smile.

Meng Jiu's body trembled slightly. She was pale and walked straight towards me. There is no blood-colored face, and the pixel-colored veil is the same.

I squeezed her palm and taught her to relax. The sudden attack only scratched some skin on his shoulders.

Meng Jiu suppressed his worries and turned behind me. She raised her hands lightly and whipped the long silver whip with a crackling sound.

The Netherworld King's subordinates are tricky in their own ways. The shot is very ruthless, and the move is critical.

I leaned my back against Meng Jiu, and my mind was mixed and troubled. The eggs of the recruits behind him are still too tender in the end. If it weren't for the protection of the magic weapon, he would definitely not have passed three hundred rounds.

Looking up, the new recruits and old soldiers were black. This ghostly old ghost is clearly fighting a wheel war.

While trying to break the game, he has to deal with his sneak attack.

If we continue like this, we will be defeated.

My eyes lit up, and I gathered my thoughts into my chest. With a slight leap, he snatched a black iron spear. Shift your toes and take a generation of Nether Ghost Kings.

Take your body as bait and yourself as your tool. I took the black iron spear in my hand and struck him with all my might.

And sure enough, he followed.

I clutched my bleeding chest and walked away with my black iron spear.

Meng Jiugu glanced at me, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the fine strands of hair were sticky together. She increased her strength and shook the whip in her hand even more happily.

I didn't have time to greet Meng Jiu, so I swirled left and right with my spear. Before I knew it, the old ghost and I had gone around the battle circle.

The old ghost of the Netherworld attacked with a gun, bringing a hot wind. I hurriedly turned sideways, but I couldn't avoid it. Unsurprisingly, another color hung on his body.

I wiped a handful of blood and sweat, but I didn't dare to stop at my feet. He could only quickly change his body and sneak behind him.

Meng Jiu saw the opportunity and drew a long whip. The Luo skirt embroidered by the begonia dances like a butterfly in the air. She turned around and jumped out instantly. The recruit behind him quickly filled the gap and fought fiercely with the ghost soldiers.

With the addition of Meng Jiu, my battle with the old ghost of the Netherworld was suddenly a lot easier.

Seeing the ghostly old ghost, he has already come out of his own battle circle. The opportunity is really rare, and I glanced at Meng Jiu. After a quick exchange of news, they unanimously decided to wait for the opportunity to sacrifice the Soul Oblivion Bow, which was bound to hit him with one blow.

Meng Jiu's eyes were firm, and he threw up the silver long whip and changed it to the left at once. She held my hand, and the spiritual power around her was endless

Transport.

I gained her spiritual power and quickly took a step back. Hurriedly used the spiritual power around his body, constantly condensing the spiritual arrows in his palm.

After cautiously looking around, the Nether Demon King was carrying a dark iron spear, pressing towards me step by step.

Can't move, can't move, a little close, a little close. I gritted my teeth and accelerated the rotation, squeezing out the last trace of spiritual power, and the tail of the Soul Oblivion finally condensed and formed.

A vague figure galloped in.

Hurry, too fast, the Nether Ghost King came too fast.

It's too late to escape.

I trembled and held the arrow, only to feel a dull pain on my right side, and suddenly fell a few meters away.

Looking up, Meng Jiu was half-kneeling on the ground, the long whip in his hand swung like a cloud, quickly entangled the spear attacked by the Netherworld Ghost King.

I came back to my senses, turned around, and landed steadily not far away. Pulling the longbow to the extreme, I waited for the opportunity to move with the Soul Oblivion Arrow in my hand.

In his heart, he was constantly calculating where the Netherworld would be next. I frowned and held my breath.

Meng Jiu, who has no spiritual power, has begun to lose his physical strength. The silver whip dancing in his hand gradually stagnated in the air.

Time is running out and it can't be delayed any longer.

I made a quick decision and put the Soul Oblivion Arrow on the bowstring.

Huh~ The arrow feather pierced the string and cut through the sky?

My ears buzzed, and I leaned over and sat limply on the ground.

The expected position, the expected person appears. Tears rolled around his eyes.

The old ghost was hit by an arrow, and the arrow deflected between his left eyebrows.

Like a rag doll, Meng Jiu drew a decadent arc and fell to the ground in the distance.

I forced my body to lose my strength and flew to Meng Jiu's side.

Her lips were like red cherries, and her eyebrows were like delicate strokes. Her nose was straight and small, and her eyelashes were thick and long.

But now, she curled the corners of her mouth slightly and closed her smart eyes.

The spear pierced the heart, and she felt like she was asleep.

I held her drooping hand, tears rolling down my face.

Why? Why not hide?

I covered my mouth and tears rained down, but I didn't dare to speak, for fear of disturbing her.

In this world, there is no girl who is willing to wave a long whip for me and fade away from her shyness.

In this world, there is no girl who is willing to hold a candle for my three watches and ask if the long night is a little cold.

In this world, there is no girl who is willing to be injured and full of joy to hold the medicine bottle in my hand.

In this world, there is no her.

The heart hurts uncontrollably.

Fangcai, Fangcai...... She could have dodged it. But for, but for...... Dragged the Nether Demon King and received this heart-piercing shot.

Ah Jiu, Ah Jiu, I will avenge you.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I won't leave you alone.

If he hurts you, will you let him accompany us on the road?

Bow of Oblivion, I can't shoot a second arrow. I threw away my longbow and replaced it with my old three-foot green sword.

The long sword sank to the ground, and I dragged the blade of the sword step by step.

It's okay, it's okay, I consoled myself. Can't be cowardly, absolutely can't be cowardly.

I'm going to show the Nether King that I can fight him again with my sword.

I can't see clearly, I can't see clearly, I can't see the surroundings anymore. His pupils were only reflected, and he swung his spear like a slash.

Closer, closer, the spear closer and closer to the chest. I stared ahead in a daze, and the black dots grew bigger and bigger.

Next to him, ruined him.

The evil thoughts in my heart kept shouting, and the hatred in my eyes gradually became stronger.

How can the soup stop boiling, and how can the hatred be taken back.

I pinched the bamboo pill and pulled the corners of my lips, as if smiling rather than smiling.

"Crazy, crazy, you madman,"

He abruptly picked up the Darkiron Spear and stabbed me in vain. Immediately turned around, turned around and ran back and forth.

"If you want to go, it's not that easy!"

He threw the sword at the soles of his feet, and the soles of his feet froze abruptly, and he half-fell into the grass.

"There's nowhere to run," I smiled as I looked at him.

The spear sank into my chest, and I pinched and exploded the bamboo pill.

The red haze is so beautiful that it doesn't seem to be in the world.

Red lips and apricot eyes, green silk like a waterfall.

Wine, wine, but you're beckoning.

The last glance that fell to the ground seemed to see the face of Urushi.

Urushi, Urushi, I'm sorry, I didn't take care of myself.

Love and hatred are obsessed, and the past is scattered like smoke.

I wish I could only look at you again.