The night in Yongtai is quiet. The bright and brilliant stars are arranged in a vast picture on the blue sky, and the human world under this magnificent galaxy is already silent and dark. In the ancient temple in the distant mountains, there are still a few lights flickering. The wind blows through the ancient forests in the mountains, bringing the breath of the sea beyond the distant mountains. The spring water gurgled out of the mountains, gently polishing the stone foundation of the ancient temple that was placed here hundreds of years ago, moistening the dark green moss marks.

Walk up the three-fold stone steps to the highest point, and you will find the main hall of the ancient temple. The wooden gilded statue exudes a quaint atmosphere, and the seventy-two ever-bright lamps under the seat illuminate the hundred years of time non-stop. The sweet smell of lamp oil spreads out, giving people a sense of warmth and peace. Minamoto Hanzo kneels on a soft futon, folds his hands, and sings scriptures that have been passed down for thousands of years. His long crystalline silver-white hair slipped softly from his shoulders and dragged long to his waist, and his soft and girlish appearance was suffocating, and his face was slightly pale. The bytes he recites are as mellow as wine syrup, full of reassuring masculinity.

It's high autumn, and the weather is already cool. Hanzo woke up from his meditation, slowly got up, and walked out the door. It was four watches in the night, but he didn't feel sleepy.

Gently taking the long knife from the doorway, Hanzo put on his clogs and walked down the steps. He stopped abruptly and opened his eyes like green crystals.

A faint blue glimmer flashed through his pupils, and disappeared in an instant. A trace of extremely pure source power spreads along the earth beneath his feet, and transmits everything back into Hanzo's consciousness. But in an instant, Hanzo turned his head to look at a corner of the forest, his body bent slightly, and the sound of the air flow rolling up sharply sounded, and the fallen leaves flew everywhere, but the person disappeared.

The night was quiet again. However, there will never be peace again.

Ancient temple forbidden forest.

The sound of clattering footsteps came from far and near. Before the man arrived, the wind had already bent the branches. The ancient trees that have been growing silently in this forest for thousands of years seem to have been frightened, and a few dead yellow fallen leaves have fallen from the brush.

Driss ran frantically, his burlap robes stained scarlet with the blood of his arm wounds, the wind blowing on the drenched thin fabric, cold as the sharp claws of death. Dris's breathing was at its limit. The lobes of his lungs also stretched as hard as he could, and the burning pain of being torn stimulated his nerves one after another, but it didn't slow him down in the slightest.

Behind him is death. Almost nothing could be seen in the dark woods, except for the occasional half-human-tall stone lamp that lit up a surrounding woodland, but more often than not, it was a blur. It takes extreme effort to dodge oncoming tree trunks. Even at this speed, the Deathbringer hidden in the darkness behind him still followed like maggots attached to the bones. As if he had lost interest in the game of cat and mouse, the chaser's arm waved contemptuously, and the water vapor in the air instantly condensed into several sharp and transparent ice cubes, piercing the air and stabbing Driss in front of him, making a sharp sound like a demon howling in the air.

"Ah!!h

Sticky blood spurted from Dris's shoulder, and shards of bone splattered on a mossy stone lamp. Driss fell backwards as if he had been struck by cavalry, and fell heavily on the stone lamp. The entire stone lamp trembled, and instantly turned scarlet. The plasma dripped onto the beating flames, burning and emitting an unpleasant fishy stench.

"Running fast?"

The pursuer's body was hidden under a heavy black robe, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like hard sand. A cold ice sword slid down his black robe, the tip of which slashed across Driss's chest, effortlessly pulling away a bloodstained streak. The crimson blood flowed out slowly, and then froze into ice under the cold air of the skull. The pain mixed with the cold pain made Driss shiver. Large tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

"I know you hid it on you...... That thing. “

The tone of the black robe softened unexpectedly. Like a snake that bites back and forth.

"Hand it over, you, don't die."

Driss gritted his teeth, his drooping right hand clenched into a fist, and the flames that had been accumulated for a long time slammed into the black robe's face along with the heavy punch. The blazing pain caused the black robe to exclaim and take a few steps back.

"Good... You're dead. The five fingers of the black robe extended with curved crampons, swinging down towards Dris's chest. The next moment, the sharp crampons will tear through the fragile flesh and saturate the hot plasma.

Driss couldn't move anymore. He could only close his desperate eyes and watch the claws fall. Myself...... Can't you escape after all......

Isn't there only yourself left, and you haven't escaped?

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

The thunder that shook the heavens and the earth almost broke through Dris's eardrums. He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a blue thunderbolt falling from the sky, like a declaration before the god of war descended on the earth. The black robe had fallen to the ground at some point, and the broken wound on his left arm was scorched black, emitting a strong smell of burning. The thunderbolts bent and coiled into snakes, and they didn't disappear, but wrapped around Driss like a protector.

"Your Excellency, if you don't retreat, it's not just your arm."

The white-haired man slowly walked out of the forest. The silver light flashed in his hand, and he pulled out a long, narrow war knife that was slightly curved. The blade has no gauntlets, white wood is the handle, and the ripples like clouds divide the blade into light and dark, and the glimmer of the stars is absorbed by the blade, reflecting a brilliant blue glow.

His slender and slender body stood tall like a sword, and the long knife in his hand was as bright as breathing, emitting a soft hum. The breeze ruffled his thin white right-sided half-sleeved robe and black culottes, and the swordsman's soft white hair was raised. The fierce cold wind made the cold sword qi on his body spread far away, and his expression was also like ice.

"Swordsman, you'd better not get involved in this game."

The black robe slowly stood up, although he lost half of his arm, he did not have a trace of pain. "Stand back now, I won't hold you accountable for hurting my arm. It's not something you can meddle in, unless you want to end your life in a never-ending hunt, like him. ”

The swordsman did not speak. He just took a step forward, the blue light flashed in his emerald green eyes, and two fierce thunder lights like dragons and snakes were wrapped around the narrow blade, twisted into a three-headed thunder snake, as fierce and brutal as a living creature, choosing people to devour.

Thunderbolt, the king of attack with six attribute source forces. Judging from the power of the shattering of the earth just now, it is not in vain.

"Okay...... Then you, let's bury together......"

The black robe's tone was cold, and it flew up like a bloody bat! The black-robed agitation is like the wingspan of a bat, and the ice sword carries a frost flower all the way, like a blood-sucking and flesh-eating fang!