I am dead?
His heart was pierced, his blood quickly stagnated, and his vision became blurry.
His consciousness was leaving quickly, and the white-haired man felt at a loss.
I... just died like that?
How could I be so dead? !
Thinking about those days... that kind of inhuman torture, endless pain, and danger of death and no life, I didn't even die!
I am immortal!
"Chun Yang--give me a seal!"
No one heard what he muttered, but the white fish could.
White Fish, who was floating in the air as if he was a wanderer away from home, got the order and suddenly went downwards. He penetrated his wound from the front and exited from behind.
When it came out, it had a broken heart in its mouth.
With its heart in its belly, the Yang Fish's belly grew bigger again. It swung its body unbearably and gently spit out wisps of red threads.
With each strand of red thread spit out, the white fish's body lost a little weight, while the white-haired man had an extra wound on his body.
How was it sealed back then, and how could it be spit out now.
Some of those wounds were caused by Si Liyu's sneak attack just now, and some were not. We don't even know when they were sealed.
Wounds appeared out of thin air, and blood spilled out, as if someone was stabbing him with a knife.
"Gah..." Gritting his teeth together, the white-haired man stood up abruptly, leaning on his sword.
"I am...immortal!"
As he spoke, drops of blood fell down, and the hole in his chest was empty, as if wind was passing through it.
The white fish swam in front of him, and an organ was faintly beating in his belly.
Can an unintentional person survive?
able!
He sneered, blood flowing from his lips and teeth, mixing with the blood all over his body.
"I won't die - you all die!"
At this time, there was no one around him, and he was the only one talking.
Above the head, there is an overwhelming shadow, like extremely thick dark clouds, but the dark clouds are 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.
That was the shadow that had just been spit out by the white fish. In the blink of an eye, it had become such a huge thing.
There was only a little fire in the shadows.
A young man stood on the ground holding a huge fireball. The fireball was like the sun, shining in all directions. There wasn't a shadow around him.
Si Liyu and Pei Shoujing both stood beside him, bathed in light, with no shadows under their feet.
At this time, their expressions were solemn, as if they were facing an abyss, but it was no longer for the white-haired man, or the enemy that made them fight with all their strength before, but for the black shadow that stretched across the sky and the earth.
"Gong Liang! The bastard from Gang Liang Mountain is really guilty of heinous crimes. He actually brought out a clone of Gang Liang and dared to release it! He is not afraid of harming the common people!" Si Liyu looked solemn and gritted his teeth as he said, " You should be careful, don't let your shadow touch Wang Liang, or you will be dragged into the shadow world and sink forever."
Wang Liang seems to be a legendary monster. Tang Zhao has heard of this word, but he has no idea that there is such a monster. He just feels dangerous when he sees the black shadow, and immediately illuminates the surrounding area with flames.
It was common knowledge in his mind that flames could ward off evil spirits. At this time, it was a mistake, as he used light to disperse the shadows and create a shadowless zone. Si Liyu immediately noticed the abnormality after the attack and took Pei Shoujing to hide on the isolated island in the shadow. If it were a little later, someone might disappear from this world forever.
The light illuminated by the flame is their protective shield and their prison. The overwhelming shadows have trapped them in the lonely city, isolated and helpless.
At this point, it doesn't matter who has white hair. Escape from the shadows comes first. The two are monsters that neither the swordsman nor the swordsman can deal with. They can't travel safely by holding a torch.
However, the white-haired man was still staring at them resentfully.
He is already a heartless person. His heart is not healed by Baiyu, but it is completely sealed, maintaining the state of jumping before death. He is neither dead nor alive. He is a living dead with both yin and yang abandoned.
He was mad with hatred in his heart, but with a trace of confusion.
Who attacked me?
The sword attack just now was so inexplicable. It was a completely concealed sneak attack from behind. The attacker came and left without leaving any trace. He seemed to see a little shadow, but he couldn't remember it at all. Gradually, even the shadow became blurred.
It seemed that no one else was there, it could only be that one of the enemies in front of him had sneak attack on him.
Is it the offal from Jiandi Sina?
No, he was sneaking up on me from underground.
The little bitch of the Pei family?
No, she was coming at him with a hammer.
Is it that pretty boy?
Can't remember where...
That must be him!
The white-haired man's hatred burned like a flame, almost boiling his blood. He stared into Tang Zhao's eyes with heart-breaking hatred!
Tang Zhao, who was holding the torch, felt a chill for no reason. He turned around and saw the white-haired man staring at him fiercely, like a hungry and dying beast staring at its prey. He couldn't help but feel strange and thought: What's wrong? It’s just that he hates us, why is he staring at me alone? Does he really want me to be a sword slave?
But there is still a natural chasm between the two of them, and that is Wang Liang. A thick shadow shrouded the two of them. No matter who wanted to get close to the other, they would definitely get into trouble.
Tang Zhao wouldn't walk in, but he was worried about whether the white-haired man would come in. That man seemed capable of anything.
"Don't worry, even people from the Gangliang Mountain can't get close to the Gangliang. The gangsters don't distinguish between friends and foes. They are just using each other. How can they be immune..."
Before Si Li could confirm his words, the white-haired man stepped into the shadow of Gang Liang.
Directly in front of him, there was a light source created by Tang Zhao. A long, slanting black shadow was immediately reflected behind the white-haired man. The shadow entered the range of Wang Liang, and the darkness immediately surged up crazily, tugging at his shadow. But the white fish wrapped around him immediately swallowed the shadow, leaving the black shadow with nowhere to start.
But shadows cannot be eaten up. As long as Tang Zhao's light is extinguished, new shadows will continue to be born. The white fish kept eating. It soon became full and began to spit out streaks of red threads.
The white-haired man had a few more wounds on his body, and blood gurgled down, forming a stream behind him. He suddenly didn't realize it and walked towards Tang Zhao step by step.
Si Liyu sighed, held his sword in front, and walked forward.
The firelight could retreat the shadows, but it could not stop the shadows from approaching them.
Once the white-haired man comes in, his shadow has been connected to Wang Liang and he can take the initiative to attack. Tang Zhao's search for some flames may not be able to dispel it. Even if he could be dispelled, the white-haired man himself was a powerful swordsman. He was so seriously injured that he still managed to come in with a single breath. His death struggle must be extremely ferocious and dangerous.
There must be one person who blocks the shadow 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 did not speak.
Just like he had sacrificed his life to do something before, Si Liyu also had his responsibility and would not allow others to stop him. Tang Zhao can calmly sacrifice for others, and he can also respect others for sacrificing 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 sounded as if there was a tsunami above our heads.
Tang Zhao looked up blankly and saw countless black shadows flying towards the sky in the distance.
The black shadows, which stretched across the sky and the earth, flapped their wings and rushed towards this side.
crow!
A huge flock of crows!
Tang Zhao was startled, and bad memories were brought back.
Pei Shoujing frowned and said, "Crow, it's an ominous sign."
Si Liyu said softly: "Jie Crow?"
The crows came in large numbers, almost in one piece, rushing into the shadows. The shadow of Wangliang has no substance and will not fluctuate due to collision. It is just like countless thick black spots added to a piece of black paper.
Tang Zhao suddenly thought to himself: "Where is the shadow of the crow? There is no shadow in the sky, it can only be underground? If the shadow is far enough away from the body, can the shadow travel through the shadow without touching the shadow? "
So, is Asuka a loophole in Wang Liang?
The sky is full of crows, coming and going, seemingly very comfortable and not affected at all.
Suddenly, some of the crows left the team, gathered into a ball, circled and fell, invading the shadowless environment created by Tang Zhao.
Under the light, several people could see clearly that those crows were not real birds, but illusory shadows. They were just lifelike, with every feather present.
Sure enough it was them!
Tang Zhao was wary. He had been attacked by this crow's magic weapon before. However, the shadows of the crows at that time were much rougher than the ones in front of me. They were fake at a glance and far less realistic than this group.
What is this small group of crows doing now?
The small group of crows fell to the ground and dispersed, revealing one person, 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 he was on stage in front of everyone, and said, "I heard someone called me?"
Tang Zhao twitched the corners of his lips and said, "No...there is a jar calling you, Lord Judge."
The judge, who had not seen me for many days, said, "Since you didn't call me, why did I come in vain? How could I come in vain? I'd better find the rightful owner."
"As for you, if you don't want to support me, why are you wasting your time here? Leave them all alone. Little girl...you are three hundred miles away."
He suddenly made a hasty sound, pulled out his sword, and swung it at Pei Shoujing's head.
Pei Shoujing didn't react, and suddenly she disappeared from the spot.
"Master of the Prosecution Department, you are a hundred miles away..." The judge waved his hand back, and Si Liyu's eyes widened. He did not dodge at all and disappeared immediately.
"And you, you are promising." The judge finally looked at Tang Zhao, "Just make up for thirty miles—"
"Wait a minute..." Tang Zhao opened his mouth and said, "Remember to save..."
Before he could finish speaking, the sword came to his head and he disappeared.
