The cold and silent long sword came out of its sheath, and the already weak thunder and fire on the demon's body were flattened like a violent wind, and the demon's face changed greatly, and he just wanted to retreat

Jian Jiu stepped on the waves, lifted his long sword upside down, and brushed shoulders with the evil ghost who was just about to retreat.

The sword light swelled suddenly, like a line of tide passing by.

Then the sword hovered.

The sea breeze rises.

The sword blew blood like red snow.

Without aura, Kenjiu couldn't hover over the sea, stepping on the waves to draw another arc and sweeping onto the boat like a gust of wind.

And the demon behind him has always maintained a stiff posture. It wasn't until he boarded the boat and looked back that the deer-shaped demon suddenly appeared from its head to its hips, and then its body fell into the sea in two.

The two halves of the body that were floating on the surface of the sea were still dissolving, turning into a piece of blood, completely dissolving into the waves.

Jian Jiu, who had always been light, retracted his sword, but suddenly lowered his head, his body shook, and he could barely stand on the edge of the boat with his hand stretched out, and with the long hair that fell down from his head, it was nearly half as pale as frost and snow.

"Sword Rack, what's wrong with you?"

Everyone on the ship had not yet recovered from the ecstasy of the demon being destroyed, and only Song Mingyu was the first to react and rush up to hold Jian Jiu.

What frightened her was that what she was holding Jian Jiu's hand was a dry and cold hand, and the man who had always been cold to her had no strength at all this time, and slowly leaned on her.

"What's wrong with you? Is it because of the sword?"

Song Mingyu sat on the board of the boat with Jian Jiu in his arms, tears couldn't stop falling, and he cried tremblingly.

"Don't scare me, sword rack. ”

Ying Kui had already hurried up, reaching out to the pale face of Jian Jiu's neck, which was cold, and checked his pulse again.

"It's the vitality that is overdrawn, I'll give him some true yuan first. ”

Win Kui was just about to use his spiritual power, but Jian Jiu, who was in a semi-comatose state, suddenly reached out and grabbed Win Kui's hand.

"He's telling you not to use spiritual power, don't forget the law of ghosts. ”

At this time, Ye Mingke, who was standing not far from the three of them, said.

"The faster your spiritual power is depleted, the stronger the ghost will be, and the next time he encounters a ghost, he may have to fight for more lives. ”

Ying Kui's movements froze.

He's right. Don't use spiritual power. ”

Jian Jiu's faint hoarse voice sounded.

Jian Jiu's closed eyes slowly opened, his face was still pale, but his eyes were very peaceful.

He looked at Ye Mingke outside the crowd, with a faint smile on his pale face.

"The bet won once. ”

He whispered to Ye Mingke, and also to the people around him.

"Yes, you cow, we've got almost an extra day. Ye Mingke smiled at him without hesitation.

Jian Jiu closed his eyes and rested for a while, then sat up straighter against Song Mingyu's body, and opened his eyes to the people around him.

"The appearance of the ghost this time proves that as long as we don't use spiritual power, even if the ghost can absorb the part that we naturally escape, its strength will be weak enough that we can deal with it. ”

"It's a pity ......"

Speaking of this, Jian Jiu suddenly stopped, and his cold gaze suppressed sadness.

"It's a pity that there is one person who doesn't know that you can't use spiritual power. So then we still have to gamble and fight for our lives every time. ”

"Bet that person doesn't usually use too much spiritual power, and bet that person can fight quickly when dealing with weak ghosts. ”

Ye Mingke continued his words, and suddenly laughed as he spoke, smiling sarcastically.

"And what we can do is to fight for the ghost that person has raised, and break the cycle of ghosts again and again. Let that person be able to deal with ghosts more easily, and spend less spiritual power. ”

"That's where we go from here. ”

Ye Mingke put together his prediction of the next predicament in a mocking tone.

Ying Kui and Song Mingyu looked at Jian Jiu at the same time with complicated eyes, and Jian Jiu nodded coldly.

He's right. ”

"Damn it. Ying Kui slammed his fist on the wall of the ship, hating the earth.

"Why did Senior Brother leave?" even Song Mingyu, who usually admired Li Guifan, began to have hatred in his tone.

"The capital we can fight for may be on you now, will you be okay next time?"

Ye Mingke also squatted down, looking at Jian Jiu's pale face and withered white hair. His gaze was heavy and warm, as if he wanted to give some strength to the sick man in front of him.

"I can. Jian Jiu said calmly.

"But how many times can you hold on?" Ying Kui looked at Jian Jiu, and the crazy gaze of the Yin Owl also dimmed.

Song Mingyu held Jian Jiu's thin body, and tears began to flow uncontrollably.

"I don't know. Jian Jiu still said calmly.

Ye Mingke stared at him and suddenly said softly.

"Sorry, thank you, hard work. ”

I'm sorry I don't know how to help, thank you for saving the lives of the whole ship, and for your hard work...... It's because the burden is really too heavy.

The heavy lives of the whole ship are tied to him, and he is the thread that binds the lives of all people. In addition to the weight, Li Guifan's existence is like a dull scissors, cut on the line again and again.

Either sheared and sheared, or pulled off by weight.

This road is too difficult and unreasonable, but there is only this way.

"It's up to you to find the way. Jian Jiu stared into Ye Mingke's eyes and said cautiously.

"Good. Ye Mingke replied cautiously. He didn't know how to get out, but everyone should try to do the right thing.

The boat continued to float and float in the misty sea, like a mustard in the sea, as if it would be submerged in the waves and smoke at any time, but it always kept moving forward tenaciously.

Li Guifan has already encountered ghosts three times alone, and the ghost he encountered the first time was so strong that he could only resist it with the Enlightenment Talisman, but the ghost that appeared later was unexpectedly weak.

Even weaker than the ghost they had when they first encountered it, the ghost that was marked as one by the strength of Sword Nine. He could easily kill it with a casual shot, and the ghost didn't seem to be getting stronger anymore.

"Is it really my turn to be lucky this time?"

Li Guifan thought with a gloomy face, with spiritual protection, he walked on the undulating sea like walking on the ground.

"If I continue like this, I will have plenty of time to find my way out, and my chances of survival will be greatly increased. ”

"But ......"

He stood among the waves and looked up at the hazy sky.

"They're not dead yet. ”

"And, am I really going to have that good luck?"

He looked at the sky, a self-deprecating smile on his lips.

......

"Hiss"

The sword light of silence struggled to slash past the demon's body, and Jian Jiu's long hair, which had completely withered and turned white, rose with the sea breeze and stuck to his blood-stained face.

Jian Jiu roared hoarsely, completely slashing another demon under the sword.

"Boom"

The demon struggled to be torn in half by the sword light, and smashed into the sea, blasting up a circle of thunder and fire.

Jian Jiu, who was already exhausted, was unable to dodge at all, and was swept away by the waves of thunder and fire, and with his face on his back, he fell heavily on the sea.

"Bang"

He stared blankly at the vast mist above, the sea was cold, but he couldn't feel it, because his body was as cold as the sea.

He felt as if there was a bottomless abyss below that was about to pull him in, but he had no strength to resist, not even the strength to struggle, the only thing he could do was to hold on to his cold sword.

He sank, sank.

Ying Kui and Ye Mingke jumped off the boat and swam towards Jian Jiu almost at the same time, but when Ye Mingke jumped down, he actually stepped on the water waves and took a few big steps before falling into the water, which was much faster than Ying Kui's speed.

"Wow"

Ye Mingke broke through the waves, grabbed the sword nine that was sinking downward with one hand, and subconsciously wanted to help him hold his sword with the other.

"Don't, be careful with my sword. Jian Jiu, who still had a little consciousness, reminded hurriedly.

But his words were a little late, and Ye Mingke, who touched the sword, only felt a huge force attacking, shaking his arm almost completely paralyzed.

He withdrew that hand, and carried Jian Jiu back to the boat with Ying Kui, who came from behind.

When the ghost appeared on Li Guifan's side, it was the first time that the evil ghost appeared after the cycle was interrupted, and his strength was very weak. And Li Guifan still doesn't know the law that spiritual power consumption is linked to the strength of evil ghosts, and he uses spiritual power wantonly, so he can easily kill evil ghosts.

But when the evil ghost appeared in front of Ye Mingke and them, it was an evil ghost that had already accumulated a link, and its strength was much stronger than the ghost that appeared on Li Guifan's side.

And Jian Jiu, they can't resist with spiritual power at all. Otherwise, when the demons accumulate twice and reappear in front of them, they will never be able to break the cycle of demons.

And Jian Jiu, who can't use spiritual power, can only sacrifice his own life force to that strange cold and lonely long sword.

Then, with the mortal martial arts he mastered, with that mysterious long sword, he killed the evil ghosts again and again without using spiritual power.

But Jian Jiu's life was being devoured by that strange long sword. In just two days, this originally handsome and strong man had gray hair, a withered face, and his body was aging rapidly.

He slayed the demons more and more dangerously and hardly, and to this day, he did not even have the strength to return to the boat.

"It's a pity that this is on the sea, but it's a pity that my sister and I have only practiced immortal arts, and we don't know the martial arts of the mortal world at all, and we can't control that strange long sword. ”

Ying Kui, who was drenched in water, stood on the board of the boat, looking at Song Mingyu, who had been smiling all the time, and treated the wounds on Jian Jiu's body with tears in his eyes, only to feel that the heavy block in his heart weighed him out of breath.

A few days of danger and unspeakable, but the life of everyone helping each other made the gloom on his face fade a lot, but the gloom and grief on his face were also much deeper.

How long can we hold on? Is it next time, next time is the end......

"Why haven't you found your way yet, how long will it take?" Ying Kui closed his eyes and asked Ye Mingke beside him.