The majestic and silent palace is like a mountain that covers the moonlight overhead, leaving a large dark shadow on the ground. The corners of the bloody mouth of the night sand gently lifted upward, evoking a sinister and determined smile, like a corner in the darkness. Bai Wei followed closely, and suddenly, there was a sound of shackles in the silence, and in an instant, a blood-red shadow swept in front of his eyes and smashed at his feet with a pop.

At first, he thought it was the hidden weapon thrown by the night sand, and stabbed it with a sword, but then, the sword blade stopped in mid-air, and the sword blade froze in vain a few inches away from the bloodstained figure, Bai Wei was stunned for a long time, and looked straight at the person lying under his sword blade at this moment.

A thousand bitter and complicated tastes welled up in his heart, looking at this figure covered in festering blood stains, it seemed that his soul was empty, and he was blank in an instant. At this moment, he was still in a trance, he felt a pain in his chest, and looked down, the blade of the night sand had pierced into his chest, and the man's wrist was as gloomy as a phantom, and the sharp sword deeply opened his flesh, and sneered, "You still recognize it." ”

Bai Wei's body shook, choking out a mouthful of blood, although his heart fluctuated, but it was obviously not the time to feel nostalgia in front of him, so he concentrated his energy, and suddenly grabbed the sharp sword that pierced into his chest, the sharp blade cut through his palm, and the warm blood dripped down on the body of the person who was curled up on the ground, making the already tragic scene even more intense. Ye Sha's eyes widened, he didn't expect Bai Wei to make such a move, he who had successfully attacked him was now in control of the enemy, just when he was panicking, a cold chill rolled into his abdomen with a sharp pain, this cunning left protector slowly lowered his head, and after seeing his blood flowing, he actually smiled weirdly.

Their swords pierced deep into each other's bodies, their sweet and warm breaths diffusing in the cold shadows, both of which were fatal blows, the most ruthless and all-out blows they had bestowed on their enemies.

Then, only to hear the blood-colored voice of the night sand sounded in the silence, "You're done, hehe." ”

"You're done too." Bai Wei also smiled, and thick black blood poured out of his mouth.

"Yes, we're all done, but I'll watch you go to hell first." Nightsand seemed to be overjoyed by this, "My sword is poisonous, heh, you will die a hundred times more painful than me!" ”

Bai Wei smiled and looked at the night sky above his head, "I can drag you to die together, this seat doesn't feel any pain, but is very happy." After a pause, he stared at Ye Sha's red eyes, "Originally, I didn't plan to get out alive!" As he spoke, his body jerked backwards, and with the sound of flesh being torn, he staggered a few steps and fell heavily to the ground.

Under the violent reaction force, the blade of the sword that had submerged in the night sand body was also pulled out, slitting its throat from its abdomen all the way up, and blood gushed out like a tide, instantly annihilating the cold darkness. Then, two crisp sounds fell into the silence like syllables, and two blood-stained swords fell out of thin air.

The world fell silent.

Death. The elegy of death floats like a light black veil on the river of blood.

The filthy, festering figure lay half a meter away from him. He's going too? At this moment, it seemed that the resentment of the past had faded away with the coagulated and cooled blood. All that's left is that familiar face. and this sad encounter.

"Charming." Bai Wei felt that he was about to die, and the residual breath called his name.

The familiar face was slightly raised, stained with blood and scars, and he smiled at him, there was no reluctance or remorse in his eyes, but only relief.

This is the path they each choose. No one else.

"Have you ever thought of me?"

There was no response. The poison sealed the veins, and when he heard his vague question, he got a long silence.

"Charming ......" Bai Wei squeezed out a bitter smile, "We are all going to die...... Soon. Tell me a word, finally. ”

In the dead silence, a very soft, soft rustling sound came from the man's throat, and he saw his festering lips move, and his blood-stained eyes stared at him, but in vain he could not utter a word.

Bai Wei nodded with relief, "I understand, I understand......" He wanted to cry, but he couldn't shed tears anymore, and moved his arm desperately, trying to grab the person half a meter away.

The man stared at him, his festering fingers moving weakly, blood pouring from his eyes. He opened his mouth as hard as he could, and spat out two hoarse and vague syllables, "Bai Wei." ”

In the blood-colored gaze, the man who once regarded him as the pearl of his palm lost his remaining life, he did not hear the last words, the words he said to him, and did not hear the two words he summoned from the Scattered Primordial Spirit—his name. Dead. Dead silence like ashes. His eyes were half-open and half-closed, still staring in his direction, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Bai Wei. He silently recited the man's name in his heart. Like him, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked. Look at his face, his eyes, and then look at the high ink sky in the distance with a ripple of blood, and look at the stars and moon.

And under that round of bright moon, Du Yuanyuan was suffering from the pain of ten thousand blades piercing his heart, he gritted his teeth, swung the blade vigorously, and knocked back all the sharp blades that covered the sky like sea water. The clothes were soaked in blood, frozen into a layer of dark red ice crystals in the extremely cold winter of the ghost world, and the light in the flame marks in the center of the eyebrows shone more and more. If this continues, he will definitely faint from excessive blood loss, and the fierce attacks of his opponents have no respite at all, so he can only fight to resist the counterattack, and all his energy is concentrated in this place, and he does not even have a chance to apply fire. At this moment, he is like being trapped in the Sword Mountain and Sword Valley, and every second is in danger. The loss of blood and the scars on his body made Xiao Du gradually lose his physical strength, when he felt that he was about to hold on, he subconsciously looked to the sides, and in the chaotic sight covered by the sharp blade, Furong was still fighting stubbornly with the enemy, but without Bai Wei's figure, he and the man in black were all gone. Du Yuanyuan's first thought was that the two of them were also involved in the enchantment. This thought didn't worry him much, because the opponent was a person from the ghost world, and sooner or later he would get out.

His physical strength was overdrawn, and Lan Ling was not having a good time. Although she is better than Du Yuanyuan in terms of mana, the damage from being eaten back by her own spells is also very great. The light and flowing blue skirt was dyed red with blood, exuding a bewitching aura, only the look in those eyes was still calm and decisive.

At this time, Xiao Du was covered with peacock feathers transformed from sharp blades, swaying and colorful, looking strange and demonic.