[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

The light of the crescent moon is faint, scattered on the earth, reflecting the expressionless face and empty pupils.

There is no light, and all the light sprinkled in will sink into the boundless deep pool.

The light blue eyes were full of sadness, and then there was a resolute and heavy awakening.Everyone retreated together as if they had made an agreement, and stood on the edge of the encirclement, watching the tragedy in silence.

This was destined to be a sad ending. The evening breeze was blowing slightly, and the tall man with his hands clasped together, his eyes slightly lowered and tears streaming down his face, said silently: "Amitabha."

The white blade was slowly pulled out from the scabbard, and the sharp blade reflected the moonlight.

In the shadows under the porch, the standing figure took steps, stepping into the soft moonlight with slack feet.

Today's moon is extraordinarily clear.

"pat..."

The sound of liquid dripping was clear and eerie.Everyone breathed lightly subconsciously, holding the handle of the knife tightly in their hands.

Taking a light step, she brought up her black knee-length hair.The empty red eyes saw the sad, hopeless and helpless face without any change.

It is the breath of ghosts, and at the same time brings a deep sense of oppression.

"despair--"

Slowly, the arc of blooming, under the dim light, has a strange red color.

"Blood ghost technique." The cold and numb tone was like a machine executing orders: "Blood thread Gu."

"Xiazhi's breath... Yizhi!" The slightly trembling tone seemed to be enduring.His light blue eyes were full of sadness, he gritted his teeth again, and swung the knife in his hand.

"Chong-"

The sharp voice ignited the suffocating atmosphere.The originally quiet atmosphere did not liven up because of the sound, but became even more heavy.

Every move was a heavy but merciless attack. The hand holding the knife handle was so hard that the fingertips turned blue and the joints turned white.

Every time the red arc blooms, the light blue eyes are touched violently, and there is a long-suppressed sob in the throat.But those empty red eyes will not fluctuate in the slightest.

Gritting his teeth with impatience and anger on his face, Undead Chuan clenched the knife tightly, with an angry expression, and was pulled by Butterfly Kanae.Looking at the sad but resolute expression, Undead Chuan suddenly remembered himself at that time.

It is also necessary to grasp and bear the heavy truth.

Blindly attacking is useless, blindly blocking is also useless, we all know this well.The day will light, and the night will finally fall.

However, gore and brutality will not.

It's a difficult decision, but it's also an easy multiple choice question.Yes and no.

It's a good choice, you just need to simply give up thinking and let your body act on its own.

However, it is very difficult to give up so simply.The red eyes dimmed quietly, and the corners of the mouth opened slightly, but the familiar name could not be called out, and could only be swallowed with blood.

none...one...

Wu Yu could clearly feel the induction brought by the blood, and the movement not far behind had gradually increased, and the malice that had been dormant for a long time would burst out without waiting for dawn.

A choice had to be made, and Wuyu's movements were slightly sluggish, and there was a sudden movement in his chest that had lost consciousness, bringing a heavy feeling.

The hand with sharp nails stretched out, and the pale to transparent hand was in an open posture, slightly stretched.The widened blue eyes narrowed to a point, and the lips opened subconsciously, but no sound came out.

The cold liquid splashed on the side of the face and half of the body, which was extraordinarily heavy but familiar.

The sharp blade can easily cut through the skin, tendons and bones, and the special material will bring the boiling sound and the familiar smell of soot after contacting the blood.

A cold hug that couldn't be called a hug, the half-cut neck was hanging stiffly, and the corners of the lips hidden under the hair evoked a slight stiff arc, which was fleeting.

Before he had time to react, his hands froze, but his subconscious thought was to put down the knife and hug it back.But the blood all over his eyes made Wuichiro extremely flustered, and then there was a heavy waist.

Wu Yu, who was leaning his body shallowly on Mu Ichiro's body, coughed indistinctly, then stretched out his hand and made the movement he had been thinking about all along.

With the current figure, it can be easily circled, and the person in front of him is nothing more than a young man.A person who watched with his own eyes and grew up...

That knife belonged to him, but now it is no longer worthy.

The light blue eyes were fragmented, as if he couldn't believe his guess, but there was a clear cracking sound in his ears.

"Crack..."

Together with the scabbard, it shattered...

The silver blade lost its luster, shattered into fragments, and fell.Together with the scabbard...it will never recover again, completely stained with blood.

With an expression of disbelief, shock and fear, those wide eyes seemed to be begging and calling, but they were irreversible.

"Oh shit!"

"Breath of the wind!"

The hug that touches and leaves, it turns out that it is just an instant.

Dazed and terrified, he watched the familiar figure step back, pulling a sharp blood-colored thread with his fingertips.

Want to scream, want to cry, maybe cry loudly, look at the past with aggrieved, will that person soften his heart, will he...

As if stuck in the throat, the throat hurts, but no sound can come out.The bite mark on the neck, which was almost healed, was painful, reminding him of the joke from beginning to end.

There was a muffled sound from the door behind him, something knocked over.There were bursts of painful forbearance and humming, with ominousness that could not be ignored.

As if realizing something, the ferocious Undead Chuan suddenly calmed down. He was extremely angry and calm.

.

"I won't let you go!! This is how much you value him?!"

The insane Undead River is worthy of being a pillar of wind, and the attack of the strongest pillar, the mourning and yongxingming, is not weak at all.

Speaking of which, mourning and mourning have always been the ones who hate this kind of thing the most——

Wu Yu was holding on to it, while thinking about it absent-mindedly.

He didn't dodge at all, and let the knife and hammer leave scars on his body, but this made the attack more difficult.

Bloodshots are everywhere, although they don't take the initiative to attack, but don't even think about taking a step forward.

Butterfly Kanae clutched her chest tightly, tears suddenly became uncontrollable.

This is a sad battle with no solution.

Out of the corner of the eye, a figure with long hair like a flame has been here for some time, stood silently and then drew his sword.

However, after the voices calmed down together, there was a slight "click" when the glottis was pushed open a gap.

His pale, sweaty five fingers rested on the door frame, tightly clasping a mark.

The door was pushed open slowly, and the movement was still heavy and weak.There are other actions that stop at the same time.

The long black hair was wet and fell heavily, and only half of the jaw with clenched teeth could be seen from the drooping head.It can be seen that there are sharp teeth and sharp, non-human nails holding on to the door frame.

He gasped for breath, then slowly raised his head.

The deep purple eyes were so dark that they were close to black, and then there were strange red lines.

Like blooming petals, one piece after another opens.And those red eyes complement each other.

"Damn it!!" Immortal Chuan clenched his teeth, his eyes full of sadness and anger, and then the movement that was about to rush forward stopped slightly when he saw the knife tightly held by the sharp fingertips.

Holding the scabbard tightly in his hand, he walked with difficulty, and his steps were vain.

The bandages and clothes on his body were already stained with blood, and his pale face suddenly smiled when he saw the expressionless face.

He glanced around, but dared not land on the round owl eyes.

The deep purple eyes were bent, and a faint arc was slowly revealed: "It's really embarrassing."

"But... this is the same as the hero saving the beauty, it's really a clichéd plot." The iconic smile has no warmth, and the voice is weak.The hand holding the scabbard was slowly raised, and then let go after the pair of red eyes on the opposite side glanced coldly.

"Clang...clang!"

Several pairs of wide-open eyes, and subconsciously held their breath, opened their eyes to see pieces of broken green blades falling out of the scabbard.

"Well...it's all together..."

Catching the fallen body, ignoring the warm liquid that wets the neckline, Wu Yu lowered his eyes, his eyes dim.

"Waiting for you for a long time."

"Well, I'm here." He responded lightly, and then in the shocking eyes of everyone and the movement of rushing forward, the blood all over the sky rose, covering the back and the dull red eyes that were finally avoiding in embarrassment.

"Brother!" There was a heart-piercing voice, and one of the twins who came over after that grabbed the black-haired boy who was in grief. In his eyes, apart from the mess on the ground, there was only a blurred figure of his back.

The black-haired figure never looked back, as if he had lost his hearing.With one hand, Wuyu grabbed Zhihuo who hadn't slowed down yet, and with the other hand, he used an attack to sweep away the obstacles in front of him.

In the air, scattered wisteria flowers were flying, blurring the moonlight.

Tears overflowed unconsciously.