The action is very weird.

It's like an ancient ritual.

a sacrifice.

Huainingjun's expression changed slightly: "Are you dying?"

He moved, subconsciously trying to stop Qiu Bodeng.

Qiu Bodeng opened his eyes.

Facing those dark pupils, Huai Ningjun's footsteps stopped, and he couldn't tell for a moment whether the person in front of him remembered everything or not.

Lifescale burned in the corner of Qiu Bodeng's eyes.

The long street was on fire again.

A tail of red scorpions once again emerged from the shadows, and the fish shadows crisscrossed behind the Qiu Bo lamp, illuminating the eternity. They roam, they wander, and together with Qiu Bodeng they burst out the most thrilling crimson.

"You're crazy!" Huainingjun's voice was hoarse.

"I'm already crazy."

Qiu Bodeng burst out laughing.

He forgot about life and death, the rush of blood, and the cold blade into the flesh.

He just laughed loudly, as if awake from a dream. The light of red scales staggered across his pure snow-like face, mottled and gorgeous like an ancient painting. Blood and fire flowed from the beauty, igniting the passing years... In such lonely and cold years, he was alone.

Ruomu Spirit Puppet suddenly fell out of his robe sleeves.

The rune engraved on the puppet burst into flames, as if someone had activated a secret technique beyond the reach of the rune. At the moment when the ceremony of wiping the sword with blood was about to be completed, a long wind swept, and the puppet turned into a young man.

As soon as he appeared, he immediately held Qiu Bodeng's bloody hand.

Chapter 40 Draw a knife for one person

The slightly cold air flowed into the left hand along the fingertips of the young man, and the bleeding wound was sealed. Then, with a light touch of the right hand, Taiyi Sword was taken away.

Qiu Bodeng raised his head, and the person who came had already turned around with his sword raised.

In the light and shadow of Lu Li, he saw that his cheek line was sharp, like a cold knife coming out of its sheath.

The wide sleeves of the black clothes were pulled into a line by the air flow brought by the rushing forward, just like the wings of a goshawk when it pounced on its prey, cutting the space like ink blades. Shi Wu Luo's pale hand tightly held the hilt of Tai Yi's sword, and his silver-gray eyes were slender and sharp, staring coldly at the oncoming Huai Ning-Jun.

The moment he appeared, Huai Ningjun pulled out his Cang Shui sword without hesitation, swept across the long street, and launched a brazen attack.

Shi Wuluo turned around a little longer than him at night, but faster than him, and the two approached the midpoint of the long street almost at the same instant.

"ban!"

Shi Wuluo suddenly shouted sharply.

The tone of his voice was extremely cold, and this roar was like a thousand-year-old ancient mysterious ice shattered in the air, and the splattered Senhan frozen time and space at that moment. Huai Ning-jun's forward momentum suddenly stagnated, and the sword that should have been swung stopped in mid-air. And Shi Wuluo has already jumped high.

He turned out to be holding a sword in both hands!

This is an extremely incredible move, even a beginner swordsman would not make such a mistake.

Among all kinds of weapons, the sword has double-edged, with a ridge in the middle. The blade is thin and fragile, so the person who uses the sword must be light and agile. Qiu Bodeng also used a high leap to slash down before, but he holds the sword with one hand. Although the situation is like a river bursting its banks, it can actually turn the Nu River into a breeze at any time. The long sword has always undergone changes in the thirteen strange doors, such as splitting, drilling, collapsing, hooking, hanging, wiping, thorning, pulling and filing. At this time, Shi Wuluo concentrated all his strength on a slash, and slashing and killing with force was precisely the most taboo thing in kendo.

The bloody Taiyi sword is burning, twisting, and beating!

cut!

The light like a raging flame slashed down, and the blood of heaven and earth splashed out from its trajectory... The Cang Shui Sword snapped, the silver armor shattered, and Jun Huaining retreated back several meters, his boots sinking deep into the ground, Cobweb-like cracks burst open in all directions.

That's not a sword!

It's a knife!

Taiyi's blade was broken, and the Cang Shui sword that was in good condition was naturally at a disadvantage. Shi Wuluo directly abandoned the lightness and agility of swordsmanship and used it as a blade without an edge.

Before Huainingjun had time to change his sword, Shi Wuluo dragged his sword and jumped up again.

Tai Yijian, who had drank blood, splashed a ferocious red sun in the air, and endless hostility and killing intent rushed out from the dead sun. And the person who can wield such a knife is dressed in black and pale as a ghost.

The most ruthless and ruthless devil.

But what does it matter?

Qiu Bodeng sat on his knees on the street, and the wet rain pooled into a river and flowed past him. The red clothes were immersed in the cold water, like blood and fire. There was no expression on his face, but his beautiful black pupils clearly printed the figure of a young man wielding a knife.

Even if it is an evil spirit, it is an evil spirit who is willing to draw a sword for you.

- What if I have to dance?

- I catch you.

He suddenly remembered the conversation that day.

Huainingjun's white robe and silver armor was engulfed by the shadow of the sun. Before the incarnation dissipated, he looked towards the long street and saw the red-clothed boy sitting in the sky and the black-clothed young man stepping across the ground and the water. Blood and fire walked towards the boy.

He sighed quietly.

Shi Wuluo came back against the light.

He stood still in front of Qiu Bodeng, and the falling shadow shrouded Qiu Bodeng completely.

The sky and the house were turned into a magnificent and strange dark red by the splendor of the dying fish, and Shi Wuluo's figure was stunned by a circle of black and red outlines, as if people and ghosts met on the street at dusk. The man is unarmed, and the evil spirit is full of savagery after the killing, as if he wants to devour a stranger at any time.

Man and demon stare at each other.

Time flies in their eyes for a hundred years.

despair.

The sword was placed on the ground, and the sword slammed into the stone surface, making a slight sound.

Shi Wu Luo lowered his eyes and knelt down in front of Qiu Bo Deng. He took Qiu Bodeng's hand and used a little force to flatten the boy's bloodless fingers. A ferocious wound stretched across the white palm. Although the blood was no longer there, the flesh was rolled and bones were almost visible.

He was silent, and the fingertips that held Qiu Bodeng's hand turned slightly white.