"It's really, long time no see."

He Luo walked in the rain, tilted his head and stared at the young man not far away, and gestured slightly with one arm on his waist: "The last time I introduced the lost soul to you, you were only a little older."

"Wait a minute, what did you say?"

Huai Shi raised her hand, took off her right earphone, and looked at him doubtfully.

It's like he didn't hear it.

Unmoved.

"It doesn't matter, I probably forgot about it."

He Luo strolled leisurely and was uncharacteristically talkative, "It's actually a good thing if you can't remember clearly. After all, I actually killed your parents with my own hands."

He paused for a moment, tilted his head and recalled: "You may be a little embarrassed to say it. It is really outrageous to be begging for mercy even before you die."

Unexpectedly, the young man remained calm and even nodded slightly.

"I actually agree with this point," he said. "After all, they haven't had any good role models since they were young."

A trace of astonishment flashed across He Luo's eyes, and his steps paused slightly for a moment.

"I know you are trying very hard to make me angry. Unfortunately, what I need most now is to calm down."

Huai Shi pointed to her head and said softly: "So, there is no need to play those little tricks anymore, just tell me -"

The gorgeous sacrificial knife and the invisible ax collided in the air, sparks bursting out, illuminating that cold-as-iron face:

"——How do you want to die?"

The strong wind and rain are coming!

The heavy rain curtain was torn apart by the slashing of the sacrificial knife, and the weight of Huai Shi seemed to have disappeared, blending into the wind. In an instant, it was already close at hand, and the ax in his hand was slashing towards his face.

Steel collides and sparks fly.

The two of them passed each other, but Huai Shi's steps suddenly stopped, he scooped up a splash of water from the pool, turned around, relied on the power of the spin, put his weight on the blade, and slashed diagonally!

Immediately afterwards, the wind roared, and the long tail covered with scales pierced out from under He Luo's windbreaker. The sharp tail drilled into his throat like a nail, and finally flew past his neck. He Luo's shoulder armor.

Chu's right arm suddenly turned 360 degrees, blocking the sacrificial knife as if it had no joints. Then, the blade on the other arm slashed down.

Huai Shi tried to dodge, but the corners of her eyes twitched wildly, the coldness spread, and she suddenly leaned back.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a huge bullet hole in He Luo's windbreaker.

The shotgun held upside down in his hands in front of him was already pointed at his original location through the windbreaker, and he pulled the trigger.

Iron rain roared out.

Immediately afterwards, there was a scar on He Luo's long tail.

Bones are visible deep inside, and flesh and blood are rolled and open to both sides.

While rolling on the ground, Huai Shi opened his hand, and the invisible ax that flew out reappeared in his hand, and the edge of the source of matter was stained with green blood.

Just like the blood seeping from the scar on his neck.

It's poison.

Threads of blue-black color began to spread from the blood vessels in the neck, and along with the blood, slowly extended up the face, leaving behind a ferocious spider web-like pattern.

The victory has been decided.

"Why didn't I see you pull out the trick last time?" He Luo slowly turned around and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Otherwise, we wouldn't have lost so quickly."

Feeling the slight dizziness in her head, Huai Shi raised the blade of the sword and looked at his face, then nodded suddenly.

"Is it poison?"

He licked it with the poisonous blood, smacked his lips, nodded and said, "The taste is okay."

Fitted again!

The speed is incredibly fast, even higher than the top speed just now!

In shock, He Luo tried to retreat, but the blade was already close in front of him.

After seeing the evil side of this knife, He Luo no longer dared to let it scratch him. He raised the scimitars in both hands and tried to block the blow. However, the moment the blades collided, he realized how outrageous his idea was.

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Unexpected huge power burst out from the blade, going straight into the palace with overwhelming force!

Is this a fucking knife or an ax?

He raised the shotgun with one hand and tried to aim, while the other hand pulled the poisonous rain curtain that protected him and rushed towards Huai Shi. But before he could lift the barrel of the shotgun, he was struck by a cold

Hold the hand tight and get stuck.

Huai Shi rushed forward, ignoring the poisonous rain coming towards her face as if it were nothing.

Speed ​​explodes again!

Speed ​​up again!

Amidst the whine of broken scales, He Luo roared and swept his long tail, finally forcing Huai Shi away, but a deep crack was cut out by the sacrificial knife on his chest, and a huge crack appeared on the bones as strong as steel.

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The tragic scars withered in an instant and shriveled into stiff charcoal.

A slight touch will cause the powder to fall off.

Immediately afterwards, the heart poison attached to the blade suddenly erupted. Along with the pain caused by the blade, the dual impact of the body and soul suddenly erupted, causing Naga to scream tragically and wave the weapon in his hand randomly, intending to force him to

The evil ghost retreated not far away and watched eagerly.

The poison is working!

He was absolutely sure of this: no matter how strong the resistance was, after being infected by Naga poison, the serum must be injected immediately, otherwise he would inevitably die.

No, that dead kid should be dying now!

But now, the young man who was like an evil ghost and took great pleasure in blood was approaching step by step. The blades in his hands collided and rubbed against each other, making sharp sounds from the sparks that shot out.

A smile finally appeared on his face that was so calm that it could be called empty.

"Do you miss the ashes that were atomized last time?"

The young man who should have been too weak to move sighed softly, "But unfortunately, I have eaten all the stock just now, and there is nothing left. You should have come earlier."

As he spoke, he licked the corners of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the sword and ax struck!

He Luo roared, trying his best to get rid of the severe pain caused by the heart poison, regaining his strength, and slammed his huge body towards Huai Shi. The scimitars in his four arms slashed, almost chopping up the isolation piers on the ground.

smash.

But he couldn't kill the wandering ghost.

Not only the speed, but when Huai Shi swung the sword, the power exploded again, almost making him unable to grasp the scimitar in his hand, and his fingers were numb.

The Stigmata, which was superior to Huai Shi's two levels, did not bring about crushing power. Instead, they seemed to be evenly matched, and were even suppressed by the breathtaking sword skills in the young man's hands.

Whether it's proficient fighting skills or dagger fighting that reaches the pinnacle of ordinary people's imagination.

Even that elusive ax!

Only now did he discover where the ashes originally used by Huai Shi as smoke bombs had gone.

Right before his eyes - countless atomized calamity ashes rose up from Huai Shi's body, dancing like flames, engulfing the young man in it.

It was as if even he was ignited with the fire of despair.

The source matter that had been transformed into material crystals was now returned to the source matter again and integrated into his soul.

With endless pain and death together!

At that moment, He Luo finally understood: not everyone is helpless when they are about to die.

Some people...the closer they are to death, the stronger they become!

In his momentary trance, thunderous roars burst out from the young man's body. Huaishi moved forward, overwhelming the Naga's huge power, even if the skin on his arms was cracked.

But behind the broken skin, the fire of ashes entangled in the texture burned more and more wildly.

When the pain of millions of people gathers in one place, it also brings the anger of millions of people.

The source of energy fluctuations that exceeded the limits of ordinary sublimators burst out in his body like a tidal surge. Huai Shi stepped forward and slashed down with his sword and ax.

He Luo's left hand was empty, and the cracked scimitar completely fell apart.

Immediately afterwards, he lost sight of the boy in front of him, and severe pain struck from his back. The sacrificial knife attached to the invisible ax had completely severed the arm holding the shotgun.

The poisonous blood spurted out, but it could not cover up the young man's red eyes.

Like a fire in a furnace that has reached its limit, it cannot be extinguished even if all the rain in this world pours down on it.

The light is crazy.

"The heat is ready."
To be continued...