The cold full moon hung high in the night sky, and under the moonlight, a six-winged figure fluttered its wings.

The river has been flying at high altitude for about two hours with all its wings spread, and the northern snow-capped mountains have come into view.

From a distance, it looks like it can be held with one hand, but the distance should be quite far away when Wangshan runs a dead horse.

"I don't know if I'll be able to get there before sunrise."

Flying at high altitude, you can avoid all obstacles and unnecessary distances, and rush to the northern snow-capped mountains in a straight line between two points, so it is possible to arrive at sunrise in the early morning.

However, it backfired, because after another half an hour of flying, the wind began to blow in the air.

At first, he didn't care about the river, but the wind soon became stronger, and it stinged a little like a knife on him, and the black Haori also hunted, but it was bearable.

But after about two minutes, the sky and the earth in Chuanliu's eyes instantly turned blazing white, and he forgot to wave his wings in shock, and fell to the ground without saying a word.

He swayed his limbs wildly for a while before he stabilized his body and flew again, and his heart palpitated.

With a "boom" just now, a dazzling thunderbolt burst out like a giant blade that split the heavens and the earth, turning the entire relatively dark sky into a bright and brilliant moment.

That thunder spear almost landed in the world when it was grazing the river, which really shook his heart.

"Hey, that's scary."

After the thunder and lightning fell, the howling wind mixed with the raindrops the size of beans slapped indiscriminately on the face of the river, and the rain became heavier and heavier, and there was a tendency to turn into a torrential rain.

If you are in the forest, you can hear the crackling rain hitting the leaves.

And when I was in the air, the wind and rain were far more powerful than the ground, and I could have been able to fly with peace of mind, but I felt that the wings had become difficult and heavy.

Dense and cold raindrops kept falling and sticking to his wings, some slipping, others hanging like small lead balls on his wings, adding a lot of burden to him.

Although it can allow the Blazing Feather to dissipate it with heat, it will undoubtedly make the river more tired.

It is not advisable to rely on manpower to fight against nature.

I looked up at the sky a little speechlessly, and was almost dripping into my eyes by the rain.

Looking down at the mountains on the ground again, he thought to himself, "I can't continue to fly at high altitude, and the ghost knows if I will be hit by electricity." ”

"It's too dangerous just now, if you get hit, it will definitely turn into coke, I don't know how long it will take to recover."

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he gathered his wings without saying a word, and then fell to the ground like an arrow from a string in a posture under his head and feet.

Under the pull of gravity, the speed of the river falling faster and faster, and when it reached a certain height, a mountain appeared in his eyes.

This is Mt. Odake, which is famous for its ferocious beasts that emerge from the mountain, and it is also known when it flows through the river.

The mountain was his chosen place to stay.

When the river is flowing, it suddenly reopens its wings, and then flapps downwards to create an upward reaction force to reduce the speed of the fall.

After regaining his balance, he stretched his wings and glided towards Mt. Daitake.

But just as he was about to retract his wings and hit the ground, a cold light swirled and cut towards the wings of the river.

"Huh?"

When the river is quick, he reaches out and grabs the thing that attacked him directly.

"Nichiwa knife? How did it break like this? ”

Chuan Liu was a little surprised, because the item in his hand was a Japanese wheel knife.

Its appearance is very special, unlike any Japanese wheel knife that I have seen before.

It stands to reason that the style of the Nichiren knife is roughly the same, except for the special attribute of changing color from person to person, and the length, thickness and so on are different from person to person.

But the Nichiren knife that I caught during the river is very peculiar.

Its blade is a deep blue-gray color, which is beautiful and normal, but its blade is like a beast's tusks, interlaced and jagged, and irregular.

"Could it be that he is a swordsman of the Ghost Slayer Team who has been through a hundred battles, because there are too many ghosts, and even the Sun Wheel Sword has worn out like this?"

"Hey, then I may not be able to beat it, it's better to fly away quickly."

"It's just that something doesn't feel right."

This strange Hinakura knife made some associations with Chuan Liushi, but he quickly dismissed it.

"By the way, how can a swordsman who has been in a hundred battles throw out the Rilun Sword for nothing!"

When the river flows, it waives its wings and levovers above the canopy, waiting for the owner of the Nichiren sword to come.

"If it's a swordsman of the Ghost Slayer Team, you really have to teach it a good lesson, and the way to throw the knife out is too reckless and stupid!"

The rain kept dripping on the leaves, making a crackling sound, but the keen hearing of the river still heard a different sound than the rain hitting the leaves.

The canopy of the trees began to shake, and there was a rustling sound.

"Big Bird, come down for me!"

"Hey, not a bird?"

A voice as wild as a beast, but a little silly, sounded.

Immediately, a figure in the canopy stepped on the branches, jumped high and punched the river in the jaw.

What an impulsive guy who shakes his head when he flows.

The wings flapped upwards for a distance to avoid the attack, then kicked down.

Although it was blocked by the overlapping of his arms, the strong force still kicked the comer to the ground.

He gathered his wings and jumped onto a thick branch to look at the people on the ground.

"Strange guy, it's supposed to be human, right?"

In the field of vision of Chuanliu, he is a person who is less than 1.7 meters tall, but has strong muscles and looks strong and powerful.

His upper body was naked in the rain, and his lower body was covered only with rough animal skins.

And what made Chuan Liushi feel strange was that this person was still wearing a wild boar head cover, and was stared at by the two weird big eyes on the wild boar head cover, which made Chuan Liushi's heart a little hairy.

However, although the costume was a little strange, the sense of smell of the river told him that it was a human, but there was a beastly smell mixed with him.

"You are?"

A voice came from under the boar's hood, saying, "It turned out to be a ghost, I thought it was a big bird." ”

"This is the second time I've encountered a creature like you called a ghost, you're all pretty powerful, come, compare with me who is more powerful!"

"Pigs are advancing !! by leap and bound"

This voice is obviously a teenager, and it has no intention of talking to Chuan Liushi.

The wild boar boy used his right leg hard, and with a "bang", he stepped on the trunk of the tree, and rushed towards the river like the wind.

But just as he was about to approach the river, the boar boy flipped back and punched the void behind him.

"Bang"

A dull voice sounded, and Chuan Liushi's body emerged from nothingness, blocked the punch, and then fell to the ground.

And the river on the tree disappeared suddenly.

The boar boy chased after him, flipped his body and kicked him in the air in the face of the river.

When the river flows: "............"

This seemingly simple-minded boar boy didn't know how to see through his vision of blood ghosts.

And he pretended to be fooled, and then hit the river with a backhand punch.

"Don't act like a careful person...... Is it a non-thinking fighting instinct? ”

"Forget it, let's talk about it first."