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White objects fell straight from the bloody red sky, and blood-stained feathers fell one after another, thrashing on the river surface, without sinking for a long time.

The sobbing undead stretched out its eroded arm and pulled it towards the bank.

They screamed and screamed, and everyone could feel their pain, but they were powerless to save them, because if I went down, there would be no redemption.They are souls that cannot return to the source of life, and are forever imprisoned in the river for tens of millions of years.

The river split the soldiers in half, and Sloat stood proudly. The fluttering feathers brushed against his side face, and he was instantly frozen.

He spread his wings and rolled up sand and stones all over the ground.Jumping up, the ice condensed in the palm shot straight like a sharp arrow, and the black feather pierced through was cut off by Su Fan with his sword.The last ray of sunlight appeared on Su Fan's grip on the hilt of the sword. The blade of the sword, which was originally nothingness, revealed its crystal-clear essence under the sunlight, like a crystal, but disappeared under the cloud of gloom.With lightning and thunder, the wind howls!

They fought on the river, leaving behind two black shadows.The calm river is no longer the usual, and the surging waves swallow the embankment.

The demon spun the huge sickle and split the angel in two, and the angel's long sword cut off the demon's head.The spell of the praying angel healed his companion, and the expression of compassion merged with Shura.

They are protected by powerful vines, and the swirling water and fire are endlessly fighting dragons, devouring the fight.

Thunder roared, and lightning split through the air, illuminating the cheeks of the two.Su Fan clutched his bleeding arm and yelled at the fleeing demon, his pale cheeks were still as warm as jade, but his dark eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, persistent and stubborn.He shouted, "Those who retire die!"

The sharp sword swung into the air split the sky and the earth, his body was a little shaky, but he never flinched.

The bundled long hair slanted down under the light of the sword, covering his blood-stained face.

He fell back to the ground and looked across the river from Sloat.

"The poisonous fog is your idea? Yaboer has been poisoned." Su Fan was slightly taken aback, "What did you say?"

Sloat drew the bow and arrow that pierced the ground, and a light blue arrow appeared on his thumb, "Someone in hell cooperated with Ent to bury a poisonous keel in the west of Antora City. Yabel was injured and infected when he checked it. .”

When the sharp arrow pierced Su Fan's shoulder, he heard Sloat say, "Ent is the body that the priest used after he fell asleep, and he is the one who gave you the medicine."

The sword fell to the ground, splashing crystals of ice, and Su Fan's leaning body fell from a height, straight into the river.

The black shadow then jumped down to catch the person, and he stretched out his hand to split the space-time crack and spread his wings to leave.

Sloat watched the black shadow leave, looked back at the demon who had lost his troops and disarmed, raised the corners of his lips and said, "Kill them all."

Su Fan struggled out of the black shadow's arms, turned around and was about to go back, but was blocked by the black shadow.

"Where?"

"We haven't lost yet." Su Fan looked at him firmly, "I want to go back and drive them back to Antola City."

"You are hurt."

"But I'm not dead."

A slap slapped Su Fan's face, and five fingers clearly appeared on his pale face.

"You think death is something to show off?"

The suddenly relaxed body could hardly contain the old diseases in the body, "Soldiers live for war...and die for war, I...cough cough! I would rather die in battle!" Another resounding slap in the face, Su Fan fell sideways to the ground , coughing violently and spitting out small pieces of bloody sputum, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle, and like beads blunted by a file, he looked at the shadow in a daze, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, "Yinuo, let me go back... "

Enuo frowned and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, "You need treatment, that place is far away from the trial chamber, and it won't affect the powerful terrain of hell." He comforted Su Fan, took out the test tube that hit the medicine and stretched it out. Su Fan's mouth.

Su Fan let him support his body to feed himself the medicine, and the hand stretched behind him released the most common flame of black magic, which was swallowed by the barrier.

Enuo squeezed the test tube to pieces with his excessively strong hands. He picked it up with a sullen face regardless of the opponent's struggle, and returned to the temple in a flash. The servant bowed to greet him, but he retreated impatiently.

He threw the man on the ground and after Su Fan got up, he used black magic to push the man out sideways and lay on the ground on his side.

Su Fan's blurred eyes were half-closed, and the torn wound left a dazzling red streak on the ground.He had a low fever and clenched his fists deliriously, "I want to go back..."

Yinuo's hand hanging on the arrow feathers has a black light, like a dark universe, leaving a blurred light.The arrow feathers were pulled out little by little, but the blood didn't spurt out. He quickly covered the hemostatic medicine and tied it with a bandage.

Only then did he carefully carry him to the bed, and on the bed, "Why?"

Ino's drooping eyelids covered the purple pupils that could charm everyone, and his voice was deep and powerful.He embraced him in his arms and gave him the strongest protection.

"Yino..."

Su Fan subconsciously called his name, his brow covered with cold sweat was twisted into a ball, his body was sleeping peacefully, but his soul was struggling.

"I'm here."

Putting his hand between Su Fan's eyebrows and reciting the requiem spell, the gradually relaxing brows finally hinted at his deep sleep.

Ino kissed the back of his hand.Putting the shackles and locks covered with fluff on his wrists, and setting an enchantment on the side of the bed, he turned and left.

There were still summer insects chirping outside, shooting stars streaked across the deep blue sky, and he looked up quietly.

My dear love... when will you tell me about your beliefs?What is there in this world of Shura that you protect so hard that you can't let go of, so that you, who have long been abandoned by God, will put on your armor and hold your army again in the dusk, and you will never die?How can your overloaded body persist and your will not die?

Obviously, you are already... useless.

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What exactly is Su Fan doing...I won't tell you!