The alternative of crossing

The stinky blood is mixed with deep hatred, they tremble like rudimentary ghosts with fast-growing eagle claws, their souls are not controlled by their bodies, and their heads are full of blood-stained snowy sky.He clutched his head with the giant tumor in pain, his eyes were bloodshot, his uncontrollable thin claws kept rubbing against the ground, and his heart sank into memories.The sword turned a thousand times, sparking countless sparks, the sweat on his forehead flowed into his thin shirt, he panted heavily to support the sword from falling.The night was hazy, and the dark clouds covered the pouring of moonlight, leaving only the shroud of blood.

A body that can't do what it wants, consumes too much physical energy, and the inside begins to slacken, there is no extra time to last until the last second.His body kept sliding, he held the sword tightly to support himself not to fall, and knelt in front of the table half propped up.

The ghosts began to be out of their own control, and solidified into a multi-body load, with more than a dozen little ghosts overlapping.Strange white lights endowed them with strength, and the limbs that began to join together, their eyes were loose, blurred, and empty.The shattered dicks of the little devils, their dismal red eyeballs enlarged, their claws and teeth sharpened, and green foam was mixed in their mouths.The hatred had long been buried in their hearts, and they roared like crazy. It was the struggle of a wild beast, and the ready-to-go claws became extremely sharp, and they turned around to meet the sharp thrust of his sword.He knew that he didn't have much internal energy left, and if he wanted to find a breakthrough, he had to take advantage of them when they were unprepared. The sword energy of Shiguang Phosphorus pierced the backs of the little devils without a doubt, and the little devils bit back crazily before they could step back. Holding his sword hilt, hissing out the saliva in their mouths, the sharp teeth bit the blade, and it was useless for him to pull it out.Cursing his impulse secretly, what caught his eyes was the fat nourished by the maggots in the bodies of the little devils. They tore off each other from their companions and stuffed them into their own mouths.Seeing him retching, his stomach churned, and there was a foul smell.

The blade of the sword began to dim, and the solid blade was gnawed by them like an apple that had been visited by moths. His tongue kept filling the deliciousness at the tip of the sword, and there was a sound of ticking saliva from time to time. He quickly gave up the sword he was holding. , Let the little ghosts enjoy the delicious food.After calming down, he thought carefully about how the little ghosts mutated. They seemed to be stimulated by something, what exactly was it?

"Hoo hoo." A gust of wind passed by him, and the little ghost who was alone was not happy, and floated behind him without any obstacles, his claws were itching, and he couldn't help but lie on his back.He also felt an abnormal change, turned around and saw a ferocious face, sharp teeth biting at him fiercely, quickly picked up the broken wood around him, the little ghosts bit the hard wood, and immediately reflected Pounce on him again.

He realized that he was running away, and his steps were getting slower and slower, as if he had put shackles on his feet, and after walking dozens of steps, he stayed in the same place sluggishly. [Notice: Please tell each other that the only new address is. ] At this time, he was exposed in front of the little devils with flesh and blood, whether it was on his back or arms, there were traces left by claw marks. The little devils swallowed their sleep foam, thinking about how it would feel to swallow delicious human flesh.He tried his best to prop up his body, his pale face was stained with filth, his brows were furrowed as if he was thinking about something, and he clenched his fist.Now that he has lost his only weapon, he can only fight with his own body. He smiled wryly, even if he died, he couldn't be swallowed by ghosts. At least he could drag it until dawn, and maybe there would be hope for life.He, can't give up.The corners of his clothes fluttered in the night, his messy hair curled up, and his lips had become white.The veiled moonlight also gradually emitted dazzling light, he raised his head and smiled faintly, the moonlight was laughing at him, laughing at him being so embarrassed, how could he fall down so easily?The little ghosts didn't know what trick he was going to play, they stretched out their bloody claws vigilantly and rushed towards him in the air. He pinched his wrists and swung them back in the air. A few more little ghosts followed him, and he turned around and swept across the air. Paigui, not to be outdone, raised his left foot and lifted it vigorously.