How many times has this been?

Sunshadow stood on the rooftop, flicking the blood from her sword. The blood was so thick that he was losing his breathing and judgment. This was his fifth attempt, to get close to the little guy who was already floating in the air, but to no avail. Either he was interrupted by the villagers who were controlled before he got close, or he finally approached, and the white light that enveloped him consciously resisted.

And every attempt made the light of the silver sword in his hand weaken, in fact, this was the first time that the silver sword was so overloaded, and it was only carefully stored by the Sun Shadow on weekdays. Its wear and tear upset Hikage more than it did when she was injured herself.

Despite this, the current situation is still not much better. The villagers are still under the control of the spiritual infestation, and they are committing strange and violent acts. Villagers infected with the epidemic have become more quick to bite and attack villagers who have not been infected by the epidemic, and villagers who are not infected do not know how to escape and dodge even if they subconsciously resist, and will almost soon be scratched or bitten. Once the Shadow discovers that it is interfering, the targets of both sides will shift to the Shadow, leaving the Shadow desperate.

The Sun Shadow was armed with a sword in one hand and the other with his bare hands, alternating different treatments, but the number of people did not decrease, but there was a tendency to increase, and more villagers were staggered to the circular square by the spirit to attack the other villagers, or directly attack the Sun Shadow.

There was more and more blood on Sunshadow's body, and more and more corpses at his feet. It was as if the place he was in had been transformed from a place of discussion in a normal village to a place of hell.

At the same time, both physical and mental strength are constantly weakening. Each time I jumped on the roof, the stay time became longer and longer. This time, he didn't even know if he should go down or not. I went down, and I won't come up next time.

Sunshadow pulled the silver sword from her bosom, and its light dimmed as if it were about to be extinguished.

Try again.

Sunshadow pressed the blade of the silver sword against his forehead again, and the silver sword lit up again as if it had responded to him.

Throwing the sword aside, Sunshadow clenched the silver sword in both hands and jumped from the roof again, heading towards the little one. The small silver sword broke through the light, layer by layer as if the ribbon of light had been split, and swayed lightly in the ears and temples of the Sun Shadow. It seems to carry a picture, it is the first time he and the little guy have seen this village, it is to bathe the little guy, the little guy's eyes that obviously feel cold but stubbornly do not speak, it is the expectation of the little guy when he hears him say that he is a sorcerer, and the despair of the little guy when he finally sees the burning fire.

Let's end it, let it all end. If they all survived, he would have taken him out of here and out of this place of despair.

Just as the tip of the silver sword was about to reach the little guy's body, the little guy's body stood up, and he opened his eyes. The once black pupils were also full of white light. Sunshadow heard the first complete words the little one had said to him.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"What is this?" Peng Xiu asked in surprise as he looked at the light curtain outside the dilapidated village wall.

Arashi also showed a very incredible expression. "How is this possible?"

Peng Xiu took the sword and tried to take it, and the long sword drove straight in, and there was no hindrance.

"This is not for physical defense, this is for mental infiltration. Arashi spoke. "It can't cause direct harm to people, but it can control people's actions. I have only read about this kind of large-scale speech and spirit technique, which requires very strong talent and great spiritual power as support. In this day and age, there should be no one to use at all. How could it be here?"

"Could it be that the newly-born sorcerer was a mutation?" Peng Xiu inferred.

"It's impossible," Lan said in disbelief. "Although the talent of speech is a talent, it also needs to be developed. That's why we, the Sorcerers' Guild, were born. Sense the talent of a new sorcerer and come to greet him. If the newly-born sorcerer here had such a powerful force, we wouldn't have discovered it now......"

"Maybe it has something to do with the mutations in this place, it's useless to speculate here, is there any way to get in?" Peng Xiu asked.

Arashi frowned. "Spiritual infection is the hypnosis of spiritual power, theoretically speaking, as long as the spiritual power can resist it, it will not be affected, but basically no one can fight against the power that directly enters the spiritual power, even us sorcerers. But if you want to get in, you can either defend against this spiritual power, or you can only wait until it dissipates. ”

"Dissipate?" Peng Xiu raised an eyebrow at Lan's nonsense. "If this newly-born person with a talent for speech can really accept this ability freely, then it is time for your Speech Masters Association to close its doors. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Lan was very dissatisfied with Peng Xiu's words.

"You don't understand, if you want to wait for it to dissipate and then go in, just wait, you just wait to get a corpse and go back. ”

Lan understood now and understood what Peng Xiu meant. Suddenly admired Peng Xiu a little. This man obviously didn't know anything about the situation in front of him, but through his few words, he was able to boldly assume the most reasonable situation.

The situation at hand can really only be outlined as out of control.

Arashi's brow furrowed even deeper, and as far as he was concerned, he didn't want the Guild to lose a potentially gifted sorcerer.

Arashi took it out of his arms, and with a twist in his heart, he took out the things at the bottom of the box. "Your Highness, there are two badges here, which are used by our sorcerers to bless their spiritual power when they use their talents on weekdays. But it's just a one-time item. I don't know if it's feasible, but would Your Highness be willing to accompany me and give it a try?"

Peng Xiu was not afraid of things, not to mention that he was very curious about the situation inside, so he picked up the badge in Lan's hand without hesitation, pinned it next to the badge he wore all year round, and the brilliance of the two golden badges echoed each other.

Peng Xiu instructed Mocha, a young man who had been stunned for a long time and did not dare to move. "You just stay here and wait for the big army to come, and if the light curtain hasn't disappeared before the big army comes, let them wait, and don't break in. ”

Then he stepped into the light curtain without hesitation.

Lan followed behind Peng Xiu, hesitating, but felt much more relieved when she saw Peng Xiu's back.

The light curtain passed through the bodies of the two, and Peng Xiu seemed to feel nothing. But Lan felt a sharp pain in his head like it was about to explode, and he squatted down in pain.

"What's wrong with you?" Peng Xiu's indifference made him puzzled by Lan's sudden pain.

"This spiritual infection may be too strong for me, and I may need some time to get used to, so why don't Your Highness take a look at the situation first, and let me get used to it here for a while." The pain made Lan have to show weakness, but what made him feel even more ironic and painful was that the level of his spiritual power as a sorcerer who was in great need of perceiving spiritual power was not at the same level as the nobleman in front of him.

He saw that Peng Xiu's badge was only shining faintly, and it didn't seem to be used at all. And his already luster Dasheng still felt unbearable pain, and he still needed to concentrate on fighting it.

The people in front of me are terrible.

Repeated hesitation eventually led to a tragic result. It's about the shadow in front of you.

After that sentence, the tip of the Sunshadow sword forcibly turned to retract. The imbalance of power made his body movements and defenses unbalanced. The white light struck him again from behind like a prey, and his feet were also grabbed by the villagers, pulled downward, and his whole body was slammed to the ground.

Screams again, screams of despair poured into his mind as countless hands attacked his body.

It turned out that the little guy was trying to kill him. A wry smile tugged at the corner of Sunshadow's mouth.

"Live well......" Flora's voice floated in her ears.

"You have to remember, for whom are you living......" the sharp question was the voice of the grandmother.

They seem to be so close, and so far away, he has lost the happiness that was once within reach.

Yes......

This time the cry came from the mouth of the Sun Shadow, the will to live was fermenting, and he couldn't just die in such a place. His revenge hadn't begun yet, how could he just die in such a place!

Peng Xiu left Lan and began to wander around the village. At this time, the village had become an empty city. There is hardly anyone to be seen, and occasionally a few dogs are encountered, and they are also very strangely standing in one direction.

Thinking about that direction, it was the center of the strange event, and although Peng Xiu was not affected by the white light, he could still feel that the further he went, the more the light on the two badges on his collar became.

Peng Xiu couldn't help but quicken his pace and walked towards the center.

What kind of picture will make people feel thrilling and unforgettable. Maybe no picture has such power, and time will cover everything.

Only the people I meet can give such strength, and as long as I still miss you, I can remember the day I first met you, no matter when.

Peng Xiu saw a man standing in a pool of blood, fighting bloodily. The man held a sword in one hand and a bare hand in the other. In the unbearable chaotic battle, sometimes he cut off someone cleanly, sometimes he showed mercy to his subordinates, and even if he was bitten, he didn't take out his sword, just punched him away.

The clothes on his body had long been torn, revealing part of his fair skin, revealing his slender limbs, and his long black hair fluttered with a strange charm on the bloody battlefield.

He stepped on the pile of corpses and shouted, his voice sounding so sad, like a black swan, trapped on a winter lake, looking up at the sky and wanting to fly.

And his side was full of wild beasts, still pulling at his beautiful wings, and couldn't bear him to fly away.

Peng Xiu saw a new wave of people pounce again, and he felt that the blood on his body was going to dry up. His feet involuntarily began to run, flying away at unprecedented speed.

When the light is obscured, the darkness follows. Even if you muster up the courage, you may not be able to penetrate the darkness.

Nikkage already felt that his eyes were beginning to blur, and he didn't know if it was sweat or whose blood it was, or if it was the illusion of physical exhaustion. He may be about to break his promise.

I'm sorry, Flora. He's really worked hard. He didn't really want to give up, but ...... He's tried his best, but the sky is still dark.

But when the light comes again, it can dispel the darkness at any time.

Sunkage felt that the oppressive darkness had suddenly not dispelled, and a strong sense of presence jumped from above. Against the light, he descended from heaven like a god. Said the same as Flora.

"Come with me. ”