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"No, I'm alive, still ...... Not dead yet!" Zhao Li's expression was gloomy, as if he couldn't contain the inexplicable fear from the bottom of his heart, and the whole person trembled and was slightly declining.

He subconsciously raised his left arm, and gently stroked the blood stains on his chest with his two fingers, he could really feel the feeling of contact at the wound, fear and cold seemed to prove the existence of his life all the time, and he whispered: "I...... I can't die, Wan'er is still waiting for me...... Still waiting for me!"

He felt a shudder that he had never felt before, as if his body had become thinner and thinner, and he could even feel the weight of his heartbeat! The Soul Slayer only flashed in front of his chest, and the wind blade had already cut through the flesh and skin, and blood flowed everywhere under the severe pain, but it did not hurt the muscles and bones.

He repeatedly asked himself in his heart, why was he so weak that he was so sick that he was languishing like a wandering spirit, could it be that the moment he looked at black and white impermanence in the air, his soul had already come out of his body and sealed in the impermanence of the ghost pupils......?

Black and white impermanence exudes the breath of death, like a terrible ghost from hell, without any human characteristics. He had a debauched and unrestrained smile on his half-ghost face, his eyes stared directly at the fairy of the Moon Palace, even his eyes could be so cold, he smiled evilly: "The fairy is really duplicitous, Tong will never believe that you will watch the little white face and head in a different place! I really don't cry when I don't see the coffin, do you really think that Tong doesn't dare to kill?"

Tong Yu walked towards Zhao Li step by step, his steps were steady, with the horror of death, and he walked very slowly, as if time had stood still. Like a scorpion tail of the Grim Reaper, the Soul Slayer dragged behind it, its blade slashing through the mire with a piercing grinding sound.

Chang Su'e's face did not change, she was as angry as an orchid, she looked at Zhao Li's handsome face that was lost and depressed, and said coldly: "This person has nothing to do with this palace, whether he is dead or alive has his own life, and what does it have to do with this palace? Zhao Gongzi, you can go with peace of mind, you are born in troubled times, and it is not necessarily a bad thing to die!"

Black and white impermanence was already standing beside Zhao Li when he stopped, and said in a gloomy way: "The fairy is really different, your heart is colder than your face, it is not easy to be ruthless and insensitive, the fairy is a natural killer, no wonder Emperor Shakti treats you like this!"

Zhao Li seemed to be deaf to the ear, without the slightest word, just stunned to look at the increasingly purple palm marks and the cold sword in his hand, his thoughts seemed to have drifted along the Yellow River to Yuncheng, and he couldn't help but secretly said: "Han Jiangcheng once said that the heart of the sword is like a soul, and it must be sacrificed by human life, so what is the heart of the sword, and who is the person who sacrifices the sword? It's incredible! Is it that he has to die here before Hongyu can be reborn in blood? The raft ghost guest and I don't know each other, why did he tell the truth, does he have other plans?" Regardless of whether I can escape this catastrophe tonight, I will also have a short life, if I can't return to Yunzhou in three days, can Shi Jingjiao treat Wan'er well? I think I have devoted myself to Luoxiazhuang for more than ten years, and I know that Wan'er has a lot of affection for me, but I am from a humble background, and I am not worthy of Wan'er's favor at all! What's more, Hongyu has no intention, and he will not be able to defend his master for a long time, so why should he start knowing that the end is painful?"

He raised his head slightly, saw Chang Su'e's ice-like eyes and the mystery-like face, and said slowly: "Although the fairy is indifferent and ruthless, every word is from the heart, and his words are undisguised, he is a person who dares to love and hate, and everything is arbitrary, even if the fairy is the ugliest person in the world, Zhao will never see death and not save him! The fairy should not blame himself, Zhao is not afraid of death, not to mention that I am already a dying person!"

Tong Yu snorted coldly, the Soul Scythe was held high above the top, the scythe blade carried an inky gale, almost wanting to envelop Zhao Li, and said with an evil smile: "You kid is really an infatuated person, Chang Su'e is the master of the first palace of Lingxiao Palace, a well-known frost beauty in the rivers and lakes, there are countless people who live for her and die for her, why do you want to be amorous and wade into this troubled water? Even if you are stronger than Jin and your appearance is better than Pan An, the fairy will never be moved, now do you know how pedantic and ridiculous this behavior is? Without further ado, Tong will feed this blade with your blood!"

The scythe slashed down, the sound of breaking rain was endless, and Zhao Li's side of his body easily dodged the fatal blow and crawled into the distance.

Hongyu propped up the ground, the blade of the sword slowly bounced up, he stood up with the rebound, and said: "Zhao didn't feel the slightest pedantic ridiculous, saving people is just out of chivalrous heart, and he doesn't expect someone to have his heart in mind, regardless of whether the fairy appreciates it or not, Zhao has to take care of this matter, if you want to embarrass the fairy, you will trample on Zhao's corpse, otherwise you will become a ghost under the sword of Hongyu!"

Black and white impermanence was so stunned that he stood in place, his body didn't move, just half of the shrunken dead face and a pair of cold-blooded ghost eyes were enough to make people feel frightened, and said slowly: "You kid is really persistent, I didn't kill you, now let you taste the taste of death, the soul hook of the Heavenly Sect is definitely not in vain!"

Before the words fell, the soul scythe was divided into eight shadows behind Tong Yu, the sickle blade was virtualized and solid, and one end of the long handle was placed in the blade groove of the gossip soul disk behind him.

The eight soul scythes flashed with the color of the netherworld and were all inserted into the mud, and the black and white impermanence feet naturally left the ground, and the whole person lay on his stomach in the air, unexpectedly that the sickle handle could be bent and walk as freely as an arm. The hideous ghost face slowly raised, his eyes stared at Zhao Li's frightened face from beginning to end, and the whole person was like an ink-colored giant spider, terrifying.

Chang Su'e frowned proudly, her already bloodless skin became more and more pale, and she said sharply: "Zhao Gongzi, since you are already in the way, you can leave quickly, why should you give your life in vain? You keep saying that you want to rescue your young lady, is it such a rash life? Impermanence is content with the soul sickle, this is the secret method of the Heavenly Sect, gossip poisonous spider! The black and white impermanence after the beast transformation is extremely bloodthirsty, at this time it does not understand human language, has no mind, you ...... You're no match!"

This surprise is really not trivial, Zhao Li sighed: "How can there be such a strange technique in the world!"

Hongyu zigzags and turns, and immediately protects his chest, and the sound of the sword body is endless. His face was pale, and he retreated again and again, his body had already resisted the ruins of the ghost village, and he found that there was no way to retreat, so he had to stop trembling his feet, so he raised his head and stared.

But seeing that the soul scythe opened suddenly, the "giant spider" was more than two people tall, and the eight-bladed swoop swooped towards Zhao Li.