The blood-red heavy sword went from being stationary, to trembling, and finally to the sound of a sword humming from the violent tremor, all of which happened so quickly, almost instantaneously, and then disappeared in an instant. After the sound of the sword stopped abruptly without warning, the blood-red heavy sword flew up from the ground like lightning, and then suddenly turned around, rushed towards the distant sky, turned into a bright red light, and fled.

It wasn't until the blood-red heavy sword had escaped and only turned into a small red point of light in everyone's sight that a red-haired old man's angry roar came from a distance, "Boy, you wait for me! Wait for the old man to find a suitable body, and then come back to take your life! As for your friend, you want to save him? ”

The words landed, and the red-haired old man's roar finally turned into an arrogant and mocking laugh. He was confident that none of the people in Wuqi's group had a way to destroy spirits directly, and he also believed that Wuqi would never find a way to kill him, because he had lived here for a hundred years and had not seen any other spirits, which was enough to prove everything.

The red-haired old man's laughter was very harsh, and he couldn't help but be stunned when it came to Wuqi's ears, but his eyes quickly calmed down again, but his brows couldn't help frowning, and his eyes gradually showed a contemplative look.

No way. If he escapes this time, it will be absolutely impossible to completely remove the red light in Lao De's eyes. But what should we do? We must not let him escape today! But we don't know how to deal with that soul-like phantom. Midori, do you have a solution?

Wuqi asked secretly in his heart, and Xiao Green's voice immediately floated out from the nameless scroll on the ground in the distance, and it looked very lazy.

"What's the matter, master? I've just woken up. ”

"Can you help me keep the phantom in that flying sword in the distance? I can't do anything now, I must not let him escape, otherwise all these days of hard work will be in vain. I want my friend to get out of his grip. There was still a trace of red in his eyes, and no matter how much I repaired it with medical techniques, it couldn't be dispelled. Do you have a way?"

As he spoke, the calm in Wuqi's eyes was gradually replaced by anxiety, as he suddenly noticed that the shadow of the blood-red heavy sword in the distance had begun to slowly become unclear.

"Keep? Master, are you kidding me? What do you think I am? I'm just a bow, and the bow's mission is only to shoot the enemy, and you let me keep it? I can't do it. But if you let me kill it, that's fine. What kind of phantom is that, it's just a slightly stronger soul.

It's easy to kill him. Don't you want to save your friend? As long as you kill him, he will control your friend, and the slightest soul connection left in your friend's body will immediately collapse on its own, how about it? Master, have you decided? To kill or not to kill?"

"Kill him?" Wuqi's heart couldn't help jumping, and his mood suddenly fell into a complicated situation, both because of Xiao Lu's confident words, and because of the inexplicable hesitation that he wanted to kill the red-haired old man with his own hands. He had killed people before, and it stands to reason today that even if he killed the old man with his own hands, it would not be the first time.

However, somehow, perhaps because he still had a trace of timidity in his heart, or because he had always wanted to give a bad guy like the red-haired old man a chance to redeem himself, he fell into a deep hesitation and couldn't decide for a while.

Although the red-haired old man manipulated Chloyd's will, he did not harm Chloyd's life. This does not violate Wuqi's bottom line, for Wuqi, the life of a friend is the most important thing. If he killed the red-haired old man on impulse, if Chloyd got rid of the old man's control and returned to normal, he would blame himself, then the gain outweighed the loss.

He might lose this friend because of this, but just when Wuqi was hesitating, Xiaobai's voice suddenly sounded in his mind, and his tone was full of anger: Boss, what are you still hesitating about? If you don't decide, he will run away completely! Do you still want your friend to wake up and kill you again?

Wuqi's body couldn't help but be stunned, he turned his head sharply to look at Xiaobai in the distance, and what caught his eye was a pair of fire-breathing eyes. Wuqi said in his heart: However, that phantom did not let Lao De die, but also made Lao De's strength go further, much stronger than when I parted with Lao De. ,

Lao De called him Master again, how could I kill his master? If Lao De recovered, he told me that I had killed his master, what would Lao De think of me? Will he still treat me as a friend?

Wuqi is a person who respects his master, he regards his master as his father, so it is impossible for him to help Chloyd kill his master, kill the master, so Wuqi seems to be equivalent to killing his father, and the sin is unforgivable. So a thick self-deprecation appeared on his face, a bitter smile gradually emerged from the corner of his mouth, the gaze in his eyes even slowly became dim, and the hesitant look became thicker and thicker on his face.

Xiao Bai saw that his master had become so indecisive, and he suddenly felt annoyed in his heart, and raised his head to sweep the sky in the distance. I saw that at this time, the faint blood-red heavy sword had already melted into the sky and was completely invisible.

Now it could only see the blood-red hilt, and the anger in Xiaobai's chest suddenly rose again, and it couldn't help but open its mouth to let out a roar, trying to wake up Wuqi, but in the end it was depressed to find that all it was opening its mouth was a cat meow like a kitten, and in fact it was really just a cat.

However, the melodious meow of the cat still played a role, and it fell in Wuqi's ears, but it was as if a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky, directly hitting him, making Wuqi's heart suddenly sink uncontrollably.

Boss, what are you hesitating about! That sword is about to escape from our sight completely! You're right, he may really be your friend's master, and he really helped your friend improve his strength. However, since he is thinking about your friend, why should he control his will? Why did he make your friend's memory blank?

Why does your friend have a headache when he reminisces? What is this for? Boss, don't you think it's strange? Master teaches people skills, why does this phantom do so many strange things?

Since there is a gap in your friend's memory, and there is a fragment that you can't remember, you must be sure that the memory fragment that will cause headaches when you remember it doesn't involve the truth?

Perhaps, this phantom is your friend Master's business, and it is not fake at all, boss! Think about the human beings in the Hundred Beast Forest who have enslaved my family, and none of them is not a ruthless person! Memory is the most precious thing for us, and if it hurts it, it hurts life and soul.

Boss, you can't hesitate any longer!

"Maybe not the truth...... Fake ...... Ruthless...... Hurting memories is equivalent to hurting lives......" Wuqi repeated Xiaobai's words intermittently, the gaze in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his hesitant expression gradually became weaker and weaker, and after a while, when he repeated all Xiaobai's words intermittently, he suddenly figured it all out.

His mind moved, and Wuqi's eyes regained their calmness again, and he nodded and said to himself, "Yes!

Since he is Lao De's master, why did he make a fault in Lao De's memory? There must be a ghost! That memory that Lao De can't recall is the key, and if you hurt Lao De's memory, it is equivalent to hurting his life. Even if you are really the master of old virtue, I can't forgive you for doing this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wuqi quickly took a step forward and picked up the nameless scroll, Xiao Lu immediately flew out from the inside tacitly, turning into a dark green bow and falling into the air, "Xiao Lu, please, destroy him for me!"

At this time, there was no longer the slightest hesitation in Wuqi's eyes, and Mingjing's state of mind to stop the water appeared again, and at the same time, there was a thick sense of decisiveness in his eyes.

But at this moment, Xiao Lu let out an inopportune complaint: "Master." So far away, what do you think I am? Lightning is not that fast. It's too late to catch up with my speed, and even if I do, I won't be able to kill him with the way I look now. ”

Wuqi couldn't help but be stunned, and said, "Then what are you going to do? Didn't you just say ......?"

"Master, master, I don't know if you are clever or stupid. I'm a bow! a bow! not a stick! how do you use a bow, do you want me to teach you?" Xiao Bai was angry and stunned, but his voice was also anxious.

Hearing this, Wuqi's heart suddenly sank, and his face even turned pale in an instant, and he hurriedly replied: "But, I don't have a bowstring!"

"Didn't you already have it, master! You already had a bowstring! Think of what you do when you are in battle. ”

Xiao Lu's voice sounded again, this time the complaint in his tone was stronger, but Wuqi was not angry, but after recalling his past battles, a look of surprise slowly appeared in his eyes, "It turned out to be that!" After a moment, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he said,

At the same time, Wuqi quickly turned a page in the Nameless Ancient Scroll, his left hand stretched inward sharply, and with all his strength, a blue rope of light immediately pulled out of his hand.

A moment later, after his one hand was lightning like a series of winds, there was suddenly a bowstring emitting a light blue light on the bow body of Xiao Green, and the green light of the bow body and the blue light of the bowstring complemented each other, which was very beautiful at a glance.

But Wuqi didn't have the slightest interest in appreciating it at this time, and hurriedly pushed Xiusi, who was stunned on the spot because of the demons he had used, borrowed a feather arrow from him, and then raised his right leg against the bow, pinched the feather arrow with his left hand, pulled the bowstring back violently, and shouted that he was about to send an arrow.

But Wuqi pulled it with all his strength, but he only pulled the bowstring back a few centimeters, and he was powerless. Wuqi's face suddenly staggered, and he turned pale as snow again, and he said anxiously, "What kind of bow are you! It's so heavy! I can't pull it away at all!"

Pushed by Wuqi, Xiusi, who suddenly came back to his senses, saw the red dot that was about to disappear in the distance at a glance, and he recalled in his heart that when he was stunned before, the conversation between Wuqi and the strange green longbow, he didn't have the slightest suspicion, and believed the words of the green longbow.

Seeing that Wuqi couldn't pull the longbow, he raised his eyes again, and saw that the red light point turned by the blood-red heavy sword was about to completely escape from his sight, Xiusi was in a hurry, and without saying a word, he directly pushed away Wuqi, who was also anxious, took the green longbow and feather arrow with his own hands, and shouted: "Let me come!"

As soon as Xiusi's words fell, after he held the green longbow with both hands, a brilliant and strange light flashed in his eyes, like a lightning bolt, flashed in his eyes, although it only stayed for a moment, but the picture left in Xiusi's mind at this moment seemed to be eternal.

The moment his hands touched the green longbow, there seemed to be an illusion in front of him, and a small light man who was completely condensed by golden light quickly pulled out the longbow and shot out an almost transparent feather arrow, which directly pierced through dozens of phantom shadows connected in a straight line in front of the little light man, and at the same time, his ears seemed to hear the words of the little light man when he sent out the feather arrow.

After that, Xius's eyes returned to normal, and the hallucinations in front of him disappeared at the same time, but the green light in Xiusi's eyes suddenly shone brightly, he threw away the feather arrow in his hand without hesitation, directly imitated the picture in front of him just now, opened the longbow without feather arrows, aimed at the red point of light that had just disappeared in the distance, and let go of the bowstring.

"Soul Breaker!"

As Xius's words landed, Wu Qi was just about to question Xiusi about throwing away the feather arrow, but before he could speak, he was suddenly stunned by what he saw in front of him. I saw that the moment Xiusi's fingers let go of the bowstring, a transparent feather arrow appeared on the bowstring that could not be detected if you didn't look closely.

As soon as the feather arrow appeared, it was like a transparent lightning, and it was almost an instantaneous effort, and it directly crossed the distance of many miles, and directly chased after the place where the red light point disappeared in the distance. The speed was so fast that the screaming sound of the feather arrow rubbing the air at high speed could be heard in Wuqi's ears, and it had already caught up with the red dot in the sky like a meteor.

After that, Wuqi heard a heart-rending scream, he recognized this voice for the first time, and his eyes widened in disbelief, this was actually the voice of the red-haired old man who had just escaped from his field of vision and was hiding in the blood-red heavy sword.

"I'm not reconciled to !!"

Wuqi hurriedly chased after Xiusi and the others in the direction where the sound came from, but they didn't expect that they had only run a distance of less than a mile, and they were shocked to see the blood-red heavy sword floating in the sky fall to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

And the phantom of the red-haired old man floating in mid-air was directly pierced by the transparent feather arrow, and as his screams echoed, the phantom scattered and collapsed in an instant, and finally turned into nothingness, as if it had never existed, leaving no trace.

Whether it was Wuqi, the owner of the Nameless Scroll, or Xiusi, who shot this soul-breaking arrow with his own hands, or Nako Lulu, who had not yet recovered from the shock, after seeing this scene, they all couldn't hide the shock in their hearts, and they all gasped in unison.

They couldn't believe that the speed of this feather arrow could be so shocking, but at the same time, when everyone saw the red-haired old man's phantom collapse, a trace of heartfelt happiness gradually rose in their hearts, and relief and smiles slowly appeared on everyone's faces.