Flame?

A greatsword that breathes flames?

It was a young man who swung his sword at Lydia!

The young man's greatsword spewed black flames, and swept towards Lydia like a whirlwind. Lydia parried and retreated, shouting, "Stop, it's me!" ”

But the young man's pupils had turned a terrible crimson, and the corners of his mouth leaked out a few words of muttering that no one could understand and uncontrollable tyranny. The crimson giant sword in his palm was now as black as an abyss, and the strange black fire continued to attack Lydia.

Purposeless, illogical, and irrational, he could no longer distinguish friend from foe, only the primitive instinct of revenge drove him to slash and kill all living creatures around him.

Lydia was afraid that she would hurt the young man, so she could only wave her spear and parry in panic, and after a few rounds she had fallen into a disadvantage, and seeing that she had been forced into a corner and could not retreat, the young man howled madly and slashed at him with a sword.

When Lydia was at a loss, she suddenly felt someone grab her back collar. Before she could turn around, her body had already flown three or four meters high out of thin air, and she landed on a thatched roof behind her without danger.

"He's in a trance, stand back." The pitch-black figure appeared at some point, standing there coldly, not smiling with his bare hands. Did he want to use his palms against this mad greatsword?

The young man's eyes darkened, seemed to flicker for a moment, and then became darker again. In an instant, the black flames on the giant sword completely engulfed him, making him even more twisted and crazy. He howled so heartbreakingly that even the monsters in the forest felt chills when they heard it.

He had lost the last of his senses, glared viciously without smiling, and only one word remained in his mouth: "Kill!" ”

With the roar, the young man hurried towards him like a chariot. The magic sword spewed out several black flames, and the strange black flames instantly sealed all possible directions for Buxiao's escape.

He didn't smile and didn't mean to run away, just calmly raised his right hand.

This was the first time Lydia had seen the soul flame faintly appearing in her right hand, but with bursts of scarlet shadow energy.

Meet at close quarters!

The two energies collided violently in the air, shaking the hearts of others.

The onslaught of the young man's giant sword was blocked by the shadow energy that did not smile. The young man couldn't help but be more manic, and his attacks were more swift, but he still couldn't hurt the slightest bit of laughter after more than 20 rounds of attacks.

Lydia was looking at the roof with trepidation, and was hesitating to go up to help, when she saw the young man slashing at Buxiao with all his might, and Buxiao seemed to be waiting for this move.

The moment the young man slashed, the figure that didn't smile suddenly disappeared, and instantly appeared behind him.

"Blood Curse: Blood is immeasurable." Without smiling, his left hand was sealed, and a blood-red energy rushed into the sky, like a monstrous wave that knocked the young man out!

Although she had heard Finks mention her ability to not smile for a long time, it was the first time that Lydia had seen such a master of both martial arts and soul arts.

The young man who had been knocked out of the air rolled around on the ground a few times, stood up with his pitch-black greatsword, and looked at him in horror without smiling. His expression gradually darkened.

Don't give the young man a chance to get close, don't laugh A spiritual fire has already appeared in his fingertips: "One of the five soul bindings, the fire is fighting." ”

The spiritual fire shot away, quickly turning into a large net of energy, slashing his head and covering the young man, and igniting a faint blue fire on him.

That magic sword can absorb all kinds of fire spells, but the soul technique that doesn't smile looks like flames, but it's not actually flames. This dark blue flame seemed to be able to devour other energies, and it quickly invaded the strange black fire on the young man's body, and in the blink of an eye, the young man was enveloped in the dark blue flame, and even spread to the blackened magic sword.

The young man walked in a disorderly manner, and only cared about swinging his sword and stabbing without smiling. Without the blessing of the black fire, his movements were significantly slower.

Bu smiled and stretched out his hand, and two spiritual fires floated out of his fingertips, "Five Soul Binding Two: Panic Cracking." ”

The moment the spiritual fire floated out, the shadow energy in his hands was already slashing at the young man in turn, and he was fighting back and forth with the magic sword. Just as Lydia thought that she would suffer if she didn't laugh, two spiritual fires quietly floated towards the young man's eyes, and suddenly screamed and exploded at the same time.

The white light was dazzling, the soul roared harshly, and the young man's vision and hearing instantly failed. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Buxiao's left hand carried a stream of shadow energy into the young man's heart, causing him to spurt blood and retreat again and again.

Although temporarily deprived of the sense of sight and sight, the young man still wielded the greatsword with great vigor by relying on the instinct of a warrior. The remaining black fire guarded him tightly, and he couldn't get close at all.

But he didn't laugh and didn't plan to get close.

As he chanted in a low voice, "Three of the Five Souls: Soul Death." ”

The three spiritual fires shot out like meteors and instantly turned into three energy sealing nails, and the trajectory was erratic, even if the young man's swordsmanship was not leaky, he couldn't prevent it. Listening only to the young man's mournful screams, three spiritual fires had already nailed his head and feet, and although he could still swing his sword at this moment, it was already difficult to move an inch.

The fourth move followed, and when the palm of his hand waved, two pairs of spiritual fires linked by shadow energy spun away: "Four of the Five Soul Bindings: Phantom Seal." The chains of energy quickly wrapped around the young man's hands, and no matter how much he struggled, he could not escape.

"Five of the Five Souls: Xiao Zhen's Prison." Without smiling, five spiritual fires shot into the earth at his fingertips, and five dark blue energy pillars rose into the sky, falling towards the young man at the same time. The young man could still shout and roar, but the blue pillar of energy had already pinned him to his knees, unable to move.

Lydia couldn't bear to see this miserable situation, and hurriedly shouted, "Don't laugh, don't kill him." ”

"How is that possible?" Without smiling, his hands were sealed in the air, and a complex pitch-black magic circle had gradually emerged in the air, "The final chapter of the Five Souls Binding has been changed: Arrest the soul." ”

Countless ghost fires erupted from the circle in an instant, roaring like a mournful cry in hell, swarming towards the imprisoned young man. The young man howled in despair like a wounded beast, and in an instant he lost consciousness and fainted to the ground.

Lydia hurried up to pick up his head and probe his breathing.

"It's not going to die." Bu smiled and said faintly behind him, "It's not the first time. ”

The tombs of the villagers are neatly arranged at the foot of the mountain, and the snowflake-shaped tombstones made of hundreds of tree branches represent the mourning of the immigrants of the Ice and Snow Empire. Buxiao stood alone for a long time, looking at the high and low tombstones, as if he saw those simple villagers standing there waiting for his return.

They are the staunchest supporters of Buxiao, simple and industrious, looking forward to the simple days of peace when the sun rises and the sun sets. Now that he has suffered such a catastrophe, even the seemingly indifferent and ruthless non-smiling is difficult to accept for a while.

Lydia walked softly with a bouquet of freshly picked white flowers, not knowing what to do.

Her heart struggled for a long time, and finally she took a deep breath and recited the prayer of the gods who had transcended the dead: "Eternal glory of the god Kerbal of creation and redemption, please see the suffering of my brothers and sisters who rest in peace." Put away their glasses, blow out their candles, and lead them to your paradise. We will remember the power of the Kerbal gods, and may the ship of souls pass through the waves of blue souls. Pious believers, here humbly pray. ”

Watch Lydia sprinkle white petals on the cemetery, and look up and close her eyes without smiling. Was it to hide his tears, or was it the pain in his heart?

After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked at Lydia, "Thank you." ”

"I just moved my mouth." Lydia reminded softly, "I'm afraid I have to thank those who helped bury them." ”

The unsmiling gaze gradually returned to its usual sharpness.

For him, the destruction of the village was a mourning, but the joys and sorrows of mankind were never the same. For the villagers of Ice Wolf Castle who abandoned their family business and came here through all odds, what should have been a paradise has become a Shura field, which is more like a scam.

"They came because of you." Buxiao finally said goodbye to the tombstones, "I won't let them down." ”

Lydia was a little surprised, apparently forgetting that the villagers had joined the Red Pavilion following the name of the "Princess of Fire". was suddenly reminded not to smile, and suddenly felt a lot of pressure on his body.

The words that didn't smile had the same confidence as before, "I'm prepared." ”