Behind are groups of eagle-shaped skeletons.

The ape-shaped skeleton in front of him had already rushed to the wooden bridge.

Wielding rusty knives, their eyes were full of tyranny and madness.

The eyes were filled with resentment towards the living...

Apart from that, there is no other emotion.

However, the next moment—

Xicheng Style cut the bridge across without hesitation!

The wooden bridge swayed.

Crash! Fall!

Countless ape-shaped bones let out sharp and harsh screams, and the wooden boards under their feet collapsed in an instant, causing their bodies to fall heavily!

At the same time, Xicheng style grabbed the rope of the wooden bridge with one hand, and his whole body swung forward along the inertia of the broken wooden bridge.

He did not cut the rope off without any tricks.

At first glance, it seems to be a death sentence for the younger generation, but in fact, the Xicheng Style has already planned all the retreats.

The dense ape-shaped bones struggled wildly on the broken wooden bridge, with wood chips flying-

But this won't last long.

The inertia when the wooden bridge is broken directly throws them out.

For a moment, the thin figure and the iconic screams of the living bones resounded throughout the cliffs and valleys.

"I'm going to bump into it! Shijun!"

The White Mist Godson looked at the rock wall that was getting closer and closer and couldn't help but shout.

Yes, the pulling force of the rope led them to hit the rock wall opposite the cliff.

The whirring cold wind blew by her ears, and even her voice was a little blurred.

No need to think about it, if you hit it, the fracture will probably be mild.

"I know."

Xicheng Style responded, and then kicked the rock wall as the body was about to come into contact with the rock wall.

Bang!!!

Accompanied by a violent tremor, the body of Xicheng style and the White Mist Godson temporarily stabilized.

Gudu—

The White Mist Godzi, who was holding the Xicheng style body, looked at the ape-shaped skeletons that fell to the bottom of the valley, looked at the Xicheng style again, and then couldn't help but put his body closer.

She was a little afraid that Xichengshi would really throw herself away.

Xichengshi didn't care about her little movements. He just frowned and turned to look behind him.

Behind him, most of the eagle-shaped skeletons were still hovering in the air.

It seems that the other party does not intend to let him and the God of White Mur for the time being.

and...

Xicheng style raised his head.

After the shaking and turbulent moment, the wooden rope that had long been rotten made a slight breaking sound.

The sound is very small, but it was noticed by Xicheng style.

It seems that the rope can't last long.

That's the case-

Xicheng style kicked the rock wall with a diagonal kick, and the body and the fragile rope began to shake.

At the same time, the eagle-shaped skeleton in the air also adjusted from the riot just now.

They gathered again, then dived down, colliding heavily towards the Xicheng-style hanging in the air with the White Mist Godson!

"Shijun, they are here."

The White Mist God Son did nothing.

She had been observing the movements of the eagle-shaped skeletons in the air. Seeing them swooping down, she immediately turned around and reported.

"Um."

Xicheng nodded, and the movement under his feet did not stop.

one time.

Two strokes.

Three times-

The body accumulates strength with the pendulum movement.

"Here you come! Shijun!"

The voice of the God Son of White Mist suddenly rang.

The distance between the eagle-shaped skeleton group is less than five meters away!

This five-meter distance is only a moment for the opponent's speed.

but--

Bang!!!

At the moment when he was about to be surrounded by the eagle-shaped skeleton and bitten, Xichengshi used all his strength to kick it out!

While the body flew out, the upper half of the broken wooden bridge was completely pulled off!

This half of the wooden bridge directly smashed the eagle-shaped skeletons that led the way to blood and blood. While they fell to the bottom of the valley, they also bought a certain amount of time for Xicheng style and the White Mist God Son.

call--

The cold wind whistled past his ears, and the pupils of the White Mist God Son contracted slightly.

Because in her sight, the wooden bridge rope was overwhelmed by the Xicheng-style movement and broke directly.

And losing this only life-saving straw on this cliff... the ending is also imagined.

Falling to the bottom of the valley, falling to death.

That's right...at this terrifying height, no matter who comes, you will fall to death.

But what is incredible is that the God of White Mist actually felt that he was not afraid at all.

She was close to the West City style, looking at each other without blinking.

only--

"I'm sorry, Shijun, thank you."

The White Mist Godson thanked her with Xicheng-style ears.

Although she knew that thanking now might be useless, compared to those who are reluctant to thank and are prone to ungrateful people, she thinks this is better.

besides...

It's probably gone.

The son of Baiwu sighed deeply and closed his eyes gently.

Her white breath was instantly blown away by the cold wind swept between the valleys.

Then I waited for about five minutes—

"What are you doing?"

The Xicheng style, who had already landed, looked at the little girl with her eyes closed and seemed to be acting in a bloody drama, and asked coldly.

Hmm...

Listening to the Xicheng-style voice, the white mist godson slowly opened his eyes.

She saw the Xicheng style at first sight.

Then he closed his eyes very sadly under the Xicheng style gaze.

While closing her eyes, she muttered in her mouth: "I didn't expect that I could dream of Shijun in my dreams. Alas, Shijun died young so quickly and it's all my fault... I will never forget you."

After saying this, the son of Baiwu felt that he didn't seem to have much sincerity, so she closed her eyes and started nagging:

"Don't worry, I'll find your body and find you a big coffin so that you can lie in comfortably. I'll put my favorite donuts in front of your grave every year."

When Bai Wu Shenzi said this, his expression was pious and serious, and his voice was not a bit fake.

She really looked like she was planning to make a good coffin for the Xicheng style.

The more I listened to her, the more I felt that the Xicheng style standing next to her was not very good.
To be continued...