sword sentient beings

Chapter 78 debut
I am dead?
The heart was pierced, the blood stagnated rapidly, and the vision was blurred.

Consciousness is leaving rapidly, and the white-haired man is at a loss.

I... just died like that?

How could I be so dead? !
I think back then...that kind of inhuman torture, boundless pain, and danger of death without life, I didn't even die!

I am immortal!
"Chunyang—seal it for me!"

No one heard him murmuring something, but White Fish could.

Floating in the air, the white fish, as if wandering away from home, got an order, and suddenly went down, burrowed in from his wound in front, and pierced out from behind.

When it came out, it held a broken heart in its mouth.

With the heart in its belly, Yang Yu's belly grew bigger again, it swayed its body overwhelmed, and gently spit out strands of red thread.

Every time a strand of red thread was spit out, Baiyu's body lost a bit of weight, while the white-haired man had an extra wound.

How it was sealed at the beginning, and how it is spit out now.

Some of those were the wounds left by Si Liyu's sneak attack just now, and some were not. I don't even know when they were sealed up.

A series of wounds appeared out of thin air, and blood was scattered, as if someone had stabbed him with a knife.

"Hey..." The gritted teeth kept rubbing together, and the white-haired man leaned on his sword and stood up abruptly.

"I am... Immortal!"

As he spoke, drops of blood slid down, and the hole pierced through his chest was empty, as if a wind had passed through it.

The white fish was swimming in front of him, with an organ beating faintly in its belly.

Unintentional people, can live?

can!
He sneered, and blood flowed from between his lips and teeth, mixing into the blood stains all over his body.

"I'm not dead—you all die to me!"

At this time, there was no one around him, only him talking.

Above the head, there is a shadow covering the sky, like an extremely thick dark cloud, but the dark cloud is not so gloomy, and the night is not so dark, it seems to be the darkest collection of existence in the world, without a trace of light.

It was the shadow that was just spit out by the white fish, and in the blink of an eye, it had become such a huge monster.

Only in the shadows, there is a little fire.

A boy was holding a huge fireball and standing on the ground. The fireball was like the sun, shining in all directions.There was no shadow around him.

Si Liyu and Pei Shoujing stood beside him, bathed in light, and there were no shadows under their feet.

At this time, their expressions were dignified, as if they were facing an abyss, but they were no longer the white-haired man, and no longer the enemy who made them try their best before, but the black shadow piercing the sky.

"Wangliang! The offal of Wangliang Mountain is really a heinous crime. He actually brought out a piece of Wangliang's avatar, and dared to release it! He is not afraid of harming the common people!" Si Liyu looked solemn, gritted his teeth, and said, " Be careful, don't let your own shadow touch Wang Liang, you will be dragged into the shadow world and perish forever."

Wang Liang seems to be a legendary monster. Tang Zhao has heard the term, but he didn't know there was such a monster. He just felt dangerous when he saw a dark shadow, and immediately lit up the surroundings with flames.

Flame can ward off evil spirits, this is the common sense in his impression, at this time it is considered to be wrong, just use the light to disperse the shadows, turning into a shadowless area.Si Liyu noticed the abnormality immediately after the attack, and dragged Pei Shoujing to hide in this isolated island in the shadows. If it was later, someone might disappear from this world forever.

The light illuminated by the flame is their protective cover and their prison.The overwhelming shadows have trapped them in the lonely city, isolated and helpless.

At this point, it doesn't matter who is gray-haired.Escape from the shadows comes first.Wang Liang is a monster that even swordsmen and swordsmen can't do anything about, and they can't pass through safely with a torch.

However, the white-haired man was still staring at them viciously.

He is already a heartless person, the heart is in Baiyu's place, not healed, but completely sealed, maintaining the state of jumping before death, he is neither dead nor alive, he is a living dead who abandoned both yin and yang.

He was mad with hatred in his heart, but with a hint of bewilderment.

Who attacked me?
The sword just now was too inexplicable, it was a completely concealed sneak attack from behind, the attacker came and left without a trace.He seemed to see a little shadow, but he couldn't remember it at all. Gradually, even the shadow was blurred.

It seemed that no one else was there, only one of the few enemies in front of him attacked him.

Is it cendisina offal?

No, he's sneaking up on me the way he came from underground.

The little slut of the Pei family?
No, she was hitting it head-on with a hammer.

Is it that little boy?
can't remember where...

That must be him!
The hatred of the white-haired man was burning like a flame, almost boiling his blood, staring into Tang Zhao's eyes, there was a bone-piercing hatred!

Tang Zhao, holding the torch in his hand, felt a chill for no reason. Turning his head, he saw the white-haired man staring at him viciously, like a starving beast staring at its prey. He couldn't help but wonder, thinking: What's wrong?He just hates us, so why stare at me alone?Does he really want me to be that...sword slave?
It's just that there is still a natural barrier between the two, and that is Wang Liang.A thick shadow hangs between the two, no matter who wants to get close to each other, he must walk into the middle of the two.

Tang Zhao wouldn't go in, but he was worried whether the white-haired man would come in. That man's state seemed capable of anything.

"Don't worry, even the people from Wangliang Mountain can't get close to Wangliang. Wangliang doesn't distinguish between enemy and friend. They just use each other with Wangliang. How can they be immune..."

Before Si Liyu could speak conclusively, the white-haired man stepped into the shadow of Wang Liang.

Directly in front of him, there was a light source made by Tang Zhao, and a slanted black shadow immediately appeared behind the white-haired man. The shadow entered the range of Wang Liang, and the darkness suddenly surged up madly, pulling his shadow.But the white fish wrapped around him immediately swallowed the shadow, leaving the black shadow with nowhere to attack.

But there are endless shadows. If Tang Zhao’s light is not extinguished, new shadows will be born continuously.The white fish was going to keep eating, and it soon got full, and began to spit out streaks of red again.

There were a few more wounds on the white-haired man, and blood gushed down, forming a stream behind him.Without realizing it, he walked towards Tang Zhao step by step.

Si Liyu sighed, walked forward with the horizontal sword in front.

The fire can retreat the shadows, but the shadows can't hold back the initiative to walk towards them.

Once the white-haired man came in, his shadow was already connected to Wang Liang, and he could take the initiative to attack. Tang Zhao's efforts to find some flames might not be able to disperse it.Even if it can be dispelled, the white-haired man himself is also a powerful swordsman, so he has to come in after such a serious injury. The dying struggle must be extremely ferocious and dangerous.

There must be one person who blocks the shadows from the light and protects the other two.

Of course, there is no return.

That person could only be Si Liyu, and he strode forward without any hesitation.

Tang Zhao's lips moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

Just like he had sacrificed his life to do some things before, Si Liyu also has his responsibilities and cannot be blocked by others.Tang Zhao can sacrifice for others calmly, and can also respect others to sacrifice for himself.

It's just that when someone dies, it must be very sad and painful.

Tang Zhao just hoped that a miracle would happen without sacrifice...

hula-la-

The sound of flapping wings was too much and too loud. At first glance, it seemed as if a tsunami had occurred overhead.

Tang Zhao raised his head in a daze, only to see countless black shadows flying towards the distant sky.

Darkness, darkness, black shadows piercing the sky and the earth, flapping their wings, rushed towards this side.

crow!

A large flock of crows!
Tang Zhao was taken aback, recalling bad memories.

Pei Shoujing frowned and said, "Crow, it's an ominous omen."

Si Liyu said softly: "Jie Ya?"

A large number of crows rushed towards them, almost as one, rushing into the shadows in a rampage.Wang Liang's shadow is insubstantial, and will not fluctuate due to the collision, it is just like adding countless thick black spots on a piece of black paper.

Tang Zhao suddenly thought: "Where is the shadow of the crow? It doesn't exist in the sky, it can only be in the ground? If the shadow and the body are far enough apart, can the shadow travel through the space without touching it? "

So, is Asuka a loophole in the two?

The sky filled with crows shuttled back and forth, seeming to be very comfortable and unaffected at all.

Suddenly, some of the crows left the team and formed a ball, circling and falling, invading the shadowless environment created by Tang Zhao.

Under the light, several people could clearly see that those crows were not real birds, but illusory shadows, but they were so lifelike that every feather was fully visible.

It really is them!
Tang Zhao was vigilant, he had been attacked by the crow's magical weapon before.But at that time, the shadows of the crows were much rougher than the ones in front of them, and the ones that could be seen at a glance were far less realistic than this group.

What is this little flock of crows doing now?
The small flock of crows scattered on the ground, revealing a man wearing a black cloak and a half-black and half-white mask on his face.

Tang Zhao was stunned: "You..."

The black and white mask bowed, as if appearing on the stage in front of everyone's attention, and said, "I heard someone calling me?"

Tang Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth, and said, "No...there is a jar calling for you, Your Honor."

The judge who hadn't seen him for a long time let out a sigh, and said, "Since you didn't call me, I came for nothing? How could I come for nothing? Let's find the right master."

"As for you, you don't want to join us, what are you wasting here for? Let me go. Little girl... You are three hundred miles away."

With a sudden cry, he drew his sword and swung it at Pei Shoujing's head.

Pei Shoujing didn't react, and suddenly disappeared in a flash.

"My lord, you are a hundred miles away..." The judge waved his hand back, and Si Liyu's eyes were straightened, and he didn't dodge at all, and disappeared immediately.

"And you, you're promising." The judge finally looked at Tang Zhao, "You can make up thirty miles—"

"Wait..." Tang Zhao opened his mouth and said, "You remember to save..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jian Guang approached and he also disappeared.

　12000, how can the production team have such a diligent donkey like me?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)