Grunt.

The head of the Ghost Face King falls to the ground.

Zhao Kongcheng's body shook and fell straight down.

Lin Qiye's eyes were quick and he caught Zhao Kongcheng's body steadily, and it was only then that he realized how bad Zhao Kongcheng's physical condition was.

Scratches, bumps, falls...... In Lin Qiye's spiritual perception, his body was densely covered with wounds, and gurgling blood flowed out of it, dyeing most of the rain and cement pools under him red. He had at least five or six broken bones on his body, and Lin Qiye couldn't imagine how Zhao Kongcheng could stand up under such a serious injury.

The most terrible thing is that Lin Qiye can clearly perceive that Zhao Kongcheng's body is declining rapidly, and his vitality is like an ember in the ashes, getting weaker and weaker......

Lin Qiye sat beside Zhao Kongcheng at a loss, "Your body ......"

"Ahem, ahem...... It's okay, it's just the sequelae of the potential for forcible bursts. "

"If you go on like this, you'll die."

"I know."

"Will you die or will you be fine?"

"Hey, hey, hey......" Zhao Kongcheng wanted to laugh, but he laughed halfway through and coughed up blood again, "No loss, at least I experienced a forbidden ruin before I died, and ......"

"And what?"

"And I did it, slashing into the abyss, and blood stained the sky." Zhao Kongcheng stretched out his hand tremblingly, touched the mud under his body, and felt a hand of blood, "This amount of blood, even if it can't dye the sky, it should be no problem to dye a piece of the earth." "

Lin Qiye was stunned, "However, there are not tens of thousands of people behind you, except for me, no one has seen your efforts, is it worth it?" "

Zhao Kongcheng smiled and did not answer.

"Do me a favor."

"You say."

"I have a pack of cigarettes in my pocket, light them for me."

Lin Qiye fumbled in Zhao Kongcheng's chest pocket for a while, found a cigarette soaked in the rain, and took out a lighter from his pants pocket.

Putting the cigarette in Zhao Kongcheng's mouth, Lin Qiye reached out to protect the lighter from being caught in the rain, and pressed it a few times.

Click, click...... Cha!

A wisp of fire ignited, lighting the cigarette in Zhao Kongcheng's mouth.

He took a hard breath and breathed a long sigh of relief, as if the whole person was comfortable.

Zhao Kongcheng held a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes staring at the gray sky, and the rain poured down his face and slid down his cheeks......

"Lin Qiye."

"Hmm."

"Lao Tzu slashed the Ghost Face King with one sword, did you see it?"

"I see it."

The corners of Zhao Kongcheng's mouth rose uncontrollably, and he was very happy.

Lin Qiye nodded, and was about to say something, when suddenly, his whole body shook slightly.

He turned his head stiffly, only to see a burly, headless corpse slowly rising from the mud in the distance......

On its body, a pale, eerie grimace crawled like a parasite, crawling from its legs to its back, from that back to its chest......

Eventually, it grew on the Ghostface King's chest.

On the side of the newly severed head, the pale grimace had disappeared without a trace.

Lin Qiye's pupils contracted suddenly!

Ghost Face King...... Not dead yet.

It's still raining.

Zhao Kongcheng looked at the sky, still reminiscing about the scene just now, and didn't notice the change in Lin Qiye's expression.

"Damn, the guy who didn't even hack the captain to death was hacked to death by Lao Tzu...... Lin Qiye, do you think I'm powerful? "

Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, looked down at Zhao Kongcheng in his arms, and nodded heavily.

"Well, awesome!"

"With such a great achievement, if I can survive, I will definitely be able to become a general, right?"

"Absolutely." Lin Qiye's eyes were full of determination, "You have to live!" "

"Hey, hey."

Zhao Kongcheng seemed to have imagined some picture, and his face was full of satisfaction.

However, the light in his eyes was gradually extinguishing.

Lin Qiye's hands trembled slightly, he shook Zhao Kongcheng's body, and shouted in a low voice:

"Zhao Kongcheng! You haven't become a general yet, you can't die yet! "

Zhao Kongcheng didn't seem to be able to hear Lin Qiye's voice anymore, and his eyes gradually blurred...... He opened his mouth, and his voice sounded like a thin mosquito:

"Lao Tzu...... Is it handsome just now? "

"Handsome!" Lin Qiye's lips trembled, and he nodded firmly,

"Very handsome! More handsome than anyone I've ever met! "

The corners of Zhao Kongcheng's mouth hooked a slight arc, his eyes slowly closed, and his body relaxed.

Zhao Kongcheng is dead.

Boom la la la......

Lin Qiye sat there in a daze, the rain blurred his eyes, but his gaze still did not take his eyes off Zhao Kongcheng.

Until...... The heavy footsteps sounded again.

Lin Qiye pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and slowly sat up from the ground......

He turned around, and his gaze fell on the headless corpse of the Ghost-Faced King in the distance, and there seemed to be a blazing sun burning in his eyes!

He took two steps forward,

Pull out a straight knife stuck diagonally into the ground!

It was Zhao Kongcheng's knife.

Lin Qiye held the knife and walked towards the Ghost Face King step by step, the rain drenched him, but it couldn't extinguish the anger in his heart!

And those flaming golden eyes!

The grimace on the corpse of the Ghost Face King twisted, as if it was roaring silently, and its pace became faster and faster, and finally it was like a stumbling giant beast, crashing towards Lin Qiye!

The headless Ghost Face King, whose right arm had been cut off by Zhao Kongcheng, could only rely on the claws of his left hand to unleash a storm-like attack!

Lin Qiye held the knife in his hand, always able to guess its attack trajectory like an unpredictable prophet, and then staggered like lightning to avoid the attack.

He was like a midnight butterfly, swaying in the bitter wind, but never a leaf touched him.

The terrifying dynamic vision coupled with the speed bonus of the Starry Night Dancer made Lin Qiye seem to be a ghost at this moment.

Lin Qiye flashed the Ghost Face King more than ten times in a row, raised his hand expressionlessly, and swung his knife fiercely!

This time, his target was not any physical point, but the pale grimace that dwelt on the chest of the Ghost Face King's body!

If he guessed correctly, this grimace is the essence of the Ghost Face King.

Although Zhao Kongcheng cut off the head of the Ghost Face King before, he didn't hurt this ghost face, so the Ghost Face King can still come back from the dead!

Lin Qiye's body danced in the interval between the attacks of the Ghost Face King, and the straight knife in his hand swung one after another, slashing at the grimace again and again.

Although he has a five-fold strength bonus, he still can't bring actual damage to the Ghost Face King, and can only leave a blood mark that is not deep or shallow.

But it doesn't matter.

If you can't kill with one knife, you can cut ten or a hundred knives!

This...... He's going to cut the Ghostface King to the point where his soul is gone!

One, two, three......

The Ghost Face King couldn't touch Lin Qiye, but Lin Qiye was able to cut the Ghost Face King, and gradually, there were more and more wounds on the ghost face on the Ghost Face King's chest, more and more bloody, and his expression became more and more painful!

Soon, the Ghost Face King's offensive slowed down.

Lin Qiye's eyes flashed with murderous intent, seized the opportunity, and held the straight knife in his hand with his backhand!

With all your might, stab on the grimace!

A terrible and piercing howl resounded through the sky!