(The final rage of the wind and whirlpool)
1. Red Blade led a group of mercenaries into Amethyst Town. The sound of horse hooves echoed all around, annihilating the usual tranquility.
They ran straight to the Amethyst Tavern, which had been destroyed into ruins.
Hong Ren dismounted, staring at the ruins with a solemn expression.
After Hong Ren saw Xu Ren's body, he was speechless, and his expression was as solid as a knife.
People can appear extremely calm when they are the most angry.
He buried his companions in the ruins and planned to buy the area where the tavern was originally built to build a mourning hall and place tombstones.
Whether the residents of Amethyst Town want it or not, he has decided so. Residents had to agree or die.
The eldest brother performed a simple worship ceremony, without any ceremony such as scattering flowers. This is what Midnight Slayer is always used to.
The great achievements of the Continuing Blade dedicated to the Midnight Slayer are self-evident, and the wounds on his arms are conclusive proof of his honor.
The only sacrifice worth offering for such a member is the blood of his enemies.
Hong Ren said to himself: "One of our companions left first."
The mercenaries around him did not dare to speak out. They had never seen the boss so serious, and they had never seen one of these three important people lose his life by mistake and end up tragically.
"Bo Ren went to assassinate the girl next to him, but she hasn't come back yet. Now you are the only one accompanying me."
The mercenary brothers discovered that the boss was talking to his sword.
No one was surprised, just a little weird.
Hong Ren treats his red sword as if it were his lover. Everyone who works at Midnight Slayer knows this, but no one can understand it.
His ears heard the ominous sound of the wind.
Hong Ren's eyes suddenly became fierce and sharp, staring into the distance of the street, shouting loudly: "The enemy is coming! Why didn't the bastards guarding the hut get rid of him! Are they all just for food?"
Then he noticed that an extremely strong magical breath of ice was approaching at high speed.
The archers took up their positions and the swordsmen were ready to attack.
An aurora sped from far away on the street where everyone was watching, dodging the arrows in a lightning-like trajectory.
Hong Ren stopped shooting. Aurora also paused in mid-air and revealed her true form, Philsa. He held the Ningbing sword and pointed it directly at the boss of Midnight Slayer. His eyes were covered by blindfolds and his face was turned away in a look of contempt.
Red Blade pulled out the giant sword and roared out with anger: "I'm just looking for you! I don't want the whirlpool stone, bounty or anything else! Today I want your life to pay tribute to my companions!"
Filsa felt the bloody magic breath erupting on the ground, even spreading into the air.
In the past, Hong Ren only referred to his partners as "colleagues", but it was only now that he changed it. Although the word companion was sometimes mentioned in the past, it was mostly in a derogatory sense.
Firsa has always felt that people at Midnight Slayer talk a lot.
The so-called betrayal, the so-called suspicion, and the so-called provocation;
This time it was Firsa's turn to return the favor: "You keep saying that you don't trust your companions, but in the end you shout that you want to avenge your companions. I guess you regard the sword as your companion."
"You must have lived too long!" Hong Ren swung his sword, stirring the air and spreading the breath of blood around.
The faces of the mercenaries present changed color, and even the slightest mention of the red giant sword was tantamount to touching the boss's reverse scales.
Hong Ren shouted to his brothers: "Don't do anything, just keep an eye on it! This head in front of you, "Blood Love" and I have already taken it!" "
Filsa unleashes his magic again. It is a very rare situation to liberate the power for the second time before the war has begun.
The ice sword in his hand is imbued with the magic power of extreme ice, making it shine even in the daytime. "Didn't you say that all your companions will betray you? In other words, your sword will betray you one day. This is what you think."
There is no second person in the world who would touch the red blade's reverse scale twice.
"You actually said that "Blood Love" would betray me? "
Hong Ren shouted angrily and rushed into the air, fighting fiercely with Filsa. The red light and the white light are intersecting, and the magic breath of blood and the magic breath of ice are constantly sweeping back and forth.
Filsa is as light as a swallow, dragging the tail of white light to teleport;
But the red blade attacked like an eagle, hot on its heels. For a time, the red light almost covered the entire sky, and the white light could only survive as a glimmer of life.
Firsa temporarily gave up the aerial combat and landed first, quickly pulled out the second ice sword, and knelt down in a defensive posture with the swords crossed to resist the heavy blow from the giant sword on his head.
Hong Ren's anger burst out in the form of blood mist, covering everyone's sight. Although it was difficult to see the battle clearly at this point, the sound of swords clashing never stopped, even for a moment, and was constantly heard;
Even the cross sword light gradually cut through the blood mist, allowing people to clearly judge the battle situation - the red blade was still suppressing Filsa.
Previously, everyone could not believe that the blind Firsa of Extreme Ice was as skilled in swordsmanship as any famous hero. They even thought it was just an exaggerated rumor;
It wasn't until I saw his gesture with my own eyes that I was barely convinced.
If the enemy fighting against the red blade had been other prey, it would have been turned into minced meat by the sword and fed to "Blood Love";
But the blind Firsa was able to resist or avoid the trajectory of the demonic red sword again and again without being seriously injured.
Even so, Filsa failed to gain the upper hand at all. If this continues, it will only be a matter of time before he is cut in half by the giant sword.
Hong Ren swung the giant sword crazily as if it was effortless, and his anger was like a tonic driving his body to push past its limits.
He wanted to take off the enemy's head and his eyes breathed fire.
If the battle continues like this, I wonder if Filsa was cut down by the giant sword first, or if Red Blade was exhausted and fell first? The archers raised their bows and arrows and aimed at the enemy.
"Don't let me interfere!" Hong Ren took a step back, paused for a moment, and stopped his brothers from intervening.
Then he turned his eyes and stared at Filsa: "Your head alone is not enough to pay homage to the dead. I also want your blonde girl's head! Before that, let her body be enjoyed by my brothers!"
This time it was Philza's turn to get angry. The aurora on his body was as intense as burning, but there was no temperature.
"We must try our best no matter what." He decided to devote all his blood to the demonic veins in his body in order to break through the limit.
As a result, the blood in the body is converted into magic power and emits high energy, and its own aurora becomes dazzling. He opened his arms holding both swords and swooped towards the red blade like a low-flying swallow, leaving only the afterimage of the aurora along the way.
Facing the crazy enemy, Hong Ren is also determined to use all his strength to drive "Blood Love". He protected the red giant sword in front of him, and the red giant sword began to spurt out blood and condensed into a semi-human shape, like a girl holding two swords.
At the critical moment, the blood-coagulated figure jumped up instantly and controlled Firsa's attack. The blood witch's hands were the blades. She first resisted with one hand and then counterattacked with the other hand, causing Firza to be bounced away. He stepped back far and steadied his steps, concentrating on sensing the other person's abnormality.
The blood-coagulated human form finally broke away from the body of the giant sword and floated in the air like a girl, assisting the red blade in fighting.
Most of the brothers of the Midnight Slayer witnessed the Red Blade summoning the Bleeding Witch for the first time, and also learned the secret hidden in the red giant sword for the first time.
"Boy, you said that my sword would betray me, right? This is impossible. We will never be separated."
Filsa's magic touch immediately touched the strong blood demon breath, and he also learned that there was a blood demon beside Red Blade.
The current situation... is two against one.
This is the true face of "blood love".
Filsa was so oppressed by the blood demon's momentum that he couldn't breathe.
What he saw in his mind was that the red-bladed Blood Witch was not in the form of a girl, but in the form of a huge double-edged demon. The smell of blood had already caused him to lose judgment.
"For a long time, few enemies have been able to force her out. Now, thanks to you, I can finally fight alongside her again. As a thank you, I will tell you what blood love is."
Filsa lowered his body and kept retreating back.
The trees and stone fences around him were chopped down repeatedly by the pursuing Blood Witch.
He must get rid of the intrusion of blood and refocus his mind. If he could see clearly, he would have noticed that the red blade was also approaching, and his right hand holding the sword was glowing with a strange red light. The Blood Witch follows her master's orders and hunts down enemies.
"Siasi was my lover. She was seriously ill before I became a mercenary. She was a swordsmith. Before she died, in order to protect me forever, she voluntarily jumped into the sword-making furnace and refined her flesh and blood into a sword. Red giant sword.”
Midnight Slash made most of the people unconscious in the breath of blood, and they were no longer conscious after hearing the secret of Red Sword revealed by Old Dao Dao;
Only some of them escaped the blood infection.
"How dare you say that she will betray me? What do you know? Ah? What do you know?"
Following his master's roar, the Blood Demon quickly crossed over Filsa and stood in front of him. He raised his arms and slashed with a cross.
At that moment when the bloody wind was roaring and the double blades of blood were about to hit, he protected his body with both swords and at the same time dodged with a slip.
The blood blade only cut into the flesh of the right arm, as well as the left cheek and other places that could not be guarded against. The smell of blood that Filsa smelled could no longer be distinguished between his own and that of the Blood Demon.
Fortunately, the slight pain allowed him to concentrate again, and from now on he would no longer blindly run away.
He listened to what Hong Ren said before, and then solved his doubts that night. This giant sword turns out to be red, the same color as blood;
No wonder the material is so weird. Even Filsa himself, who often fought against swordsmen, couldn't tell the difference based on the feel and tone of the collision. He no longer took advantage of the opportunity to rest and think about unnecessary things, and returned to the battle with all his heart.
The situation... is overwhelmingly unfavorable. Even though Firza could regain his concentration and judge the appearance of the Blood Demon without being confused, he could not instantly turn the tide of the battle around.
He no longer has the blessing of the power of the wind and whirlpool - even if he still has it, he cannot use it easily. The power of the wind vortex is Shirley's soul.
Each use consumes one point;
Even if it is kept and not used, it may "volatile" and disperse. After all, it is the power of the wind. He hoped to preserve it as well as possible until the time of the resurrection ceremony.
"With Sias here, I will never lose."
After receiving the order, the Blood Demon rushes towards the enemy and attacks continuously.
The speed of the double swords of ice is comparable to the speed of the double blades of blood, but they are unable to harm the blood demon at all.
In fact, the parts of her that were severed were reunited with blood soon after, making her immortal.
It was already very difficult for Filsa just to deal with the blood demon - the blood demon's aura suddenly retreated quickly, and the red blade attacked him head-on.
He defended himself urgently, protecting his head with both swords and holding up the heavy sword. Then he heard his swords screaming and cracking several times after just one second. Having lost his weapon, he quickly took a few steps back.
Looking at the so-called cooperation between Red Blade and his "lover", they never tried to attack at the same time.
When one party attacks, the other retreats. When the Red Blade attacks, the Blood Demon will retreat and make no movement.
"It turns out that you are just manipulating the blood demon to fight, and you are just using her as a puppet to pull strings. This is why you can't attack at the same time."
"She is my sword!"
"Do you just think of her as a sword?" This time, Firsa only used one sword to engage in a close-quarters duel with the red blade.
The red blade of the giant sword held in both hands completely suppressed the single-sword Firza, and kept slashing at him wildly. Bloody red anger continued to erupt from Hong Ren.
Firsa avoided the trajectory of the giant sword by relying only on his hearing, thinking about counterattack opportunities in his mind. At this moment, he gave up evading and directly used his fragile ice sword to resist the giant sword's attack. He freed his right hand and hit the opponent's cheek with an elbow.
Both parties took a step back.
Hong Ren was focused on attacking and did not expect the opponent's sneak attack with an elbow. He was stunned for a moment - and at this moment, Filsa rushed to counterattack. He turned around with his right foot as the axis, and took advantage of the situation to raise his sword and strike diagonally towards the red blade's abdomen.
Just when Filsa thought he could win, he felt blood rushing to his face. The Blood Witch teleported between the two sides. He hit the blood demon, and the demon blood also used the sword to knock him away.
"She is also my shield! Both sword and shield, this is a perfect cooperation."
Filsa adjusted his posture so that he did not fall to the ground in a panic. After standing firm, he wiped the blood that overflowed from the wound on his cheek with his hand.
The master only uses her to attack or defend, letting her fight head-on when necessary, while the master himself hides aside;
And when the master is in danger, he pulls her to resist and avoid disaster. Is this the so-called perfect cooperation? Filsa feels that such a pace denigrates the word "cooperation".
According to what Hong Ren said, his lover forged the sword with flesh and blood.
Then her soul should reside in the sword from now on.
The Blood Witch appearing at this moment should be the embodiment of her soul.
Judging from this, Red Blade is using his lover's soul to fight, attack for himself, and resist attacks for himself.
Filsa thought that he would rather be half dead than use the power of the wind vortex, which might consume Shirley's soul. The red blade was really completely different from him.
But at this moment, Filsa no longer has the extra energy and time to refute these.
He took another step forward, staggering a little, and he couldn't help but ignore the severe pain and injury in his lower abdomen. If the battle continues like this, the outcome will be decided.
He didn't know if he still had the physical strength and willpower to let the demonic blood run wild, but if he didn't open up the situation and wait for reinforcements from his companions, he would fall first. Even if Shirley wakes up, she may not have the physical strength to fight immediately.
"No matter what, we have to wait for them to arrive. Before that, we must live!" He thought so, and his mind was made up.
All-or-nothing is the last resort.
The aurora on his body began to sway until it burned violently.
Let the demonic blood boil, even though it is boiling without temperature.
My limbs began to feel no pain, as if there were invisible threads pulling them.
At this point, in front of his eyes, darkness gradually turned into a dark gray shadow. What Mr. St. Faith said is true, Philsa has signs of "opening his eyes."
It was probably a symptom of the demon blood starting to run rampant, and he dedicated himself to his inner demon.
It's an all-or-nothing choice. Even if he wins, he doesn't know when he will stop.
Maybe if he stops, his life will also stop, ushering in the moment of withering when his magic power is exhausted. No matter what, he must live until the moment when he reunites with Shirley who wakes up, even if he will die later.
However, just when the demonic blood was about to break out.
2. At the next moment, Filsa's eyes began to change.
The emerald mist blew away the dark gray shadows in front of me.
At the same time, Filsa noticed a new demonic aura visiting the battlefield.
Red Blade ordered the Blood Demon to attack Filsa, who was beginning to mutate - and at the same time, he felt that the air had solidified. It's not the demonic breath of blood that has solidified, but the air itself.
Then strong winds howled around, blowing away the breath of blood.
The flow of wind has been frighteningly sharp from the moment the devil's breath came.
The strong wind dispersed the blood—to be precise, it was countless wind blades that scattered the blood.
Hong Ren found that the breath of blood around him was replaced by green mist.
Philza regained his sanity, and it was the returning people who restored his sanity. He felt the breath of the wind vortex, there was no way he was wrong!
Shirley has woken up and arrived at this critical moment to assist Filsa in the battle! Although he couldn't see Shirley's figure, he did feel the breath of the resurgent wind vortex.
Hong Ren could barely see the person coming in the mist.
Although she was surrounded by a wind curtain and her figure was blurry, it still shocked him: "This... what on earth is this?"
Not only that, the Blood Demon was affected by the wind vortex, and put on a defensive posture for the first time, trembling with his undead subconscious, as if what was coming was an absolutely difficult enemy.
Filsack resisted the urge to call Shirley. The most important thing at the moment was to face the enemy, although he didn't care why the enemy was shocked.
The source of the wind - Shirley's figure was surrounded by the devil's breath, floating behind her. This was something he could confirm.
"Come on! The real decisive battle is about to begin!"
Before he could finish speaking, Wind Shadow immediately released an even stronger demonic aura.
Shirley also originally had magic patterns, and when her magic patterns released energy, they would spread the divine wind barrier and cover the battlefield in the form of green mist.
Shirley's strength is comparable to that of Prisha, the first-generation successor to the power of the wind vortex, and the wind vortex is even more powerful at this moment.
Mist is everywhere. The divine wind merges with the mist. In the barrier, Filsa found that there was green in front of him, and he could even see some shadows clearly.
He also found that the demon blood did not need to be violent, and the limbs were still as relaxed and painless. In the divine wind, the weapon is as light as weightless.
This is fighting side by side again after several years. Although Shirley was behind him, he maintained the entire barrier, allowing the magic power to protect Firza in the form of mist.
And he can no longer worry about defense and concentrate on attacking.
It is in this way that the two rely on each other to fight.
The power of Jibing can reach its potential even more with the blessing of divine wind.
Extreme ice and wind vortex are the real harmonious cooperation.
Filsa was also entangled in the wind curtain. This time he condensed a spear out of ice, which was as good a weapon as the sword.
He remembered that his companion Yug was also fond of using spears when he was alive.
So he secretly swore that he must personally kill the red blade this time to take revenge.
"Just let me pierce your shield!"
Firsa left a declaration of war and his figure disappeared in the fog. Red Blade ordered the Blood Demon to watch his back and guard against sneak attacks.
The wind flowed rapidly, and Hong Ren stared straight ahead, only to find that his leather armor had two cracks on the front, blood overflowed from his left arm, and his lower abdomen felt cut by a sharp blade.
He couldn't see clearly who was attacking, and he couldn't feel the incoming demonic aura, even for a moment.
He knew it was definitely not Philza's fault;
But it is impossible to know that Hong Ren himself is actually in the middle of countless wind blades.
The Red Blade no longer cared about the wounds that were constantly breaking, and finally saw a dark figure emerging in front of him - Firsa was approaching quickly, led by the advancing Gunblade, vowing to seize the opponent's head.
It was too late for Red Blade to dodge completely, so he raised his right arm, instantly controlled the Blood Demon with red light, and pulled him in front of him to resist the fatal blow.
"Let me pierce your shield!" Firza's declaration suddenly echoed in Red Blade's ears. His heart skipped a beat.
The sharp ice gun blade passed through the blood demon, and blood foam flew around half of his body. Originally, except for the double blades on its arms, the Blood Demon's body was made of blood and had no physical body.
Seeing that the blood shield had been broken, Hong Ren turned sideways with all his strength. Despite his efforts, the spearhead still pierced his right shoulder, creating a wound that was enough to show the bone, and blood spurted out.
The Blood Demon ignored the gun that penetrated his body and counterattacked with his double blades using his own consciousness, slashing crosswise towards Filsa's forehead. He concentrated on attacking and no longer considered dodging or defending.
The Shadow of the Wind still stared at the battle situation with a pair of luminous green eyes, at the enemy, at the Red Blade and the Blood Demon, and at his companion Felsa. The roar of the wind vortex became fierce again.
The cross-cut hit Filsa of Extreme Ice, which was undoubtedly a fatal blow. The double blades of blood chopped his head into pieces, and the red blade witnessed the attacker being killed by his own blood witch at such a close distance. This was definitely not a phantom. The phantom could not have as strong ice as the person himself. interest.
Hong Ren opened his mouth and laughed. After fighting hard for a long time, he won the victory.
The battle seemed to be slowed down at the moment.
The next scene really stunned him - under the wanton roar of the strong wind, Firsa's body, which was maintaining a forward posture, was blown away into flying snow like a snowman, including the "pieces" of his head that had not yet landed on the ground.
The snowflakes gathered in the direction of the wind and drove away until mid-air, reshaping into a human form. He was unscathed.
This scene is the moment when Filza and Shirley try their best to turn the situation around, and it is the best embodiment of the description of "put yourself to death and survive".
Filsa, who appeared this time, was covered in snow-white color, like a demon, with double blades in his hands, and he rushed back for a second fierce attack.
The Blood Witch immediately rose up, trying to defend to the death with her incomplete body that had not yet recovered. Unexpectedly, this was no longer possible, as it was split into blood foam by the chaotic light and chaotic blades of extreme ice.
The speed of the ice sharp flash was far faster than the recovery speed of the blood demon itself, without any fatigue or pause. Finally, he slashed violently again, breaking the blood shield, and at the same time gave the red blade a final and fatal blow. hit.
Until the final moment of the decisive battle, the mist gradually dissipated. Before that, the Breath of Blood had long ceased to exist.
The boss of the Midnight Slayer was covered in blood and blade wounds. He fell to his knees and could no longer get up. He used the red giant sword as support to prevent himself from collapsing.
But just maintaining such a posture is already an effort.
"Sias...Sias..."
The bloody aura disappeared. Even the will to fight was extinguished along with the anger.
Hong Ren breathed his last breath but still chanted the name of his lover, and the candle of his life gradually became weaker.
After a long time, Firsa confirmed that the enemy's breath of life had disappeared and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Shirley sensed it in time, which brought a decisive turn to the war situation.
Speaking of Shirley... Filza turned around and faced her head-on. I wonder what she would think when she sees herself like this?
He could no longer see her face. Thinking of this, I felt an inexplicable sadness in my heart.
At least he should hold her in his arms again - he thought so fiercely in his heart, and walked towards Shirley.
Filsa was a little uneasy, and this feeling was more serious than before. He completely let down his guard, and almost before he could be surprised, a deep groove was violently cut into his left shoulder.
Such speed, such fierce momentum...the enemy has already died under the sword, and this sneak attack obviously came from the front.
Why?
"Get away from her!"
Jielu's urgent shout rang out in the distance, breaking Filsa's daze. At the same moment, there was a storm in front of him, and seven or eight sharp blades formed and attacked Firsa crazily.
He jumped away from where he was. If he hesitated for even a moment, he would be cut into pieces along with the ground.
"Hey, what's going on?" Filsa asked the angry wind shadow in shock, regardless of the serious injury on his shoulder.
However, what answered him was more than ten wind blades attacking again.
Filsa ran wildly in the direction of Jielu and was almost hit along the way.
After Jielu and Filsa met, she explained anxiously: "Sister Shirley has been completely... demonized!"
"How is it possible? I clearly feel the breath of the wind whirlpool!" He relies on his magic touch to judge the outside world. It is impossible not to distinguish between humans and monsters. It is absolutely impossible.
"You can't see what she looks like now!"
Jielu looked fearfully at the swaying wind shadow ahead.
The demon named "Shirley" finally broke away from the wind curtain surrounding herself. Her eyes were shining, her body was pale, and half of her long, bright red hair was wrapped around her body, while the other half was floating like flames.
She also controls the wind around her with her mind. As long as there is wind, she can turn it into a blade, and it is a deadly blade that is sharper and faster than anything else.
"You lied to me, right? She just defeated the Midnight Slayer with me..." Before she could finish her words, Firsa was overwhelmed and fell into Jielu's arms.
Is this fate? Yug resurrected his lover and eventually turned into a monster;
He resurrected Shirley, and finally...
Wind Shadow paused inexplicably, staring at the two of them with green eyes, never stopping.
"She...did she know about our relationship..." Jielu whispered, her words starting to tremble.
This is not impossible. Shirley may have heard what Bo Blade said when she was still surrounded by a tornado in the altar and her soul and body were merging with each other.
Bo Ren once used the ambiguous relationship between Jielu and Filsa as an entry point in an attempt to distract Jielu during the battle. She knew that as long as he was involved, Jielu would show flaws.
Filsa barely stood up with the support of his companions, murmuring to himself, and uttering sad judgment: "I understand..."
"Wind Vortex" indeed wakes up as expected. The Wind Shadow floated into the air and looked around, realizing that a large group of people were approaching.
Midnight Slash gathered the rest of the people together again, intending to take down the "Wind Vortex". Although they have lost their leader, they are still mercenaries and can act according to their own judgment.
Jielu asked Filsa what was going on, while watching the Midnight Slayer envoys surround the "Wind Vortex".
I saw the archery team firing thousands of arrows at once, but they were unable to hit the prey - the rain of arrows penetrated through Shirley and shot away. She is like a phantom and cannot be harmed by long-range weapons.
The emerald mist spread again, then flowed rapidly, turning into thousands of wind blades. Shirley once again let the wind curtain wrap around herself, returning to the state of the shadow of the wind, and began to sway, moving like a whirlwind dance, releasing all the wind blades, and attacking the crowd like a wrench.
For a moment, the sky was covered with blood. The sharp blade kills the enemy like cutting vegetables. No one could see its shape clearly, and no one could see its trajectory clearly. All they could see was blood flowing into a river, and mutilated corpses strewn all over the ground.
The wind blade kept flying back and forth, severing throats, limbs, and lives. The ground was dark red, like a bloodbathed place where demons had slaughtered them.
When Jielu saw this, she didn't even dare to scream, her whole body trembled.
Filsa learned about this tragic scene through magic perception.
The power of the wind vortex is so powerful that it is suffocating, the evil breath is so violent and terrifying, and the killing methods are so cruel that it cannot be seen...
"She's not Shirley!"
Fiersala pulled Jielu back and forth, just because she felt that the mist was about to spread here.
"She's not Shirley! She's Prisha! The one who has awakened is Prisha, the "Nemesis of the Nation"! "
"How is it possible? Could it be that... the Wind Vortex Stone we got is fake?"
"It's true, Yug didn't lie to us! But..."
The secret that Shirley never told before her death, and did not dare to tell, was that she and Prisha were actually the same body.
Her reincarnation as a witch is not a rumor, it is an absolute fact. Firsa has long had suspicions, and recently, whenever he thinks of her, his shadow overlaps with that of the enchantress Prisha.
Jielu had heard her companion mention this matter several times, and she almost forgot about it.
She heard from her companions that the enchantress Prisha was related to the destruction of the kingdom a thousand years ago, and was the mastermind behind a massacre called the "Full Moon Blood Dance."
Even if Jielu had never witnessed the so-called full moon blood dance massacre with her own eyes.
But the scene we encountered today can probably be regarded as one of them.
The shadow of the wind kept approaching the two of them, and they kept retreating until they had no way to go.
Even if the two of them fight in their prime, they are no match for Prisha. She is a witch from ancient times.
Moreover, Filsa is still seriously injured. He cannot lift his left shoulder and cannot even hold the sword. If you rely on Jielu alone, you will die in less than a minute.
Jielu made a decision in her heart, raised her sword, and suddenly stood in front of Filsa in a pre-drawn sword posture, about to fight.
"No! Go away!" Filsa quickly stopped her regardless of her injuries.
"If I die, I should be able to calm Sister Shirley's anger."
"What nonsense are you talking about? She is not Shirley!"
"Indeed...but if that's the case, I can swing the sword without hesitation!"
"Don't do this! Back off!"
But this time Jielu no longer listened to her companion, but pushed him away and took a step forward.
There is no escaping this decisive battle. She closed her eyes and remembered a lot in an instant - the bitter and sweet experiences in the past, and that distant dream...
Just when she was about to concentrate, the extremely ice demon breath erupting behind her disturbed her mind.
She opened her eyes in surprise - Filsa went berserk!
This is the last light that is wailing. Under his dark eyepatch, two lines of bloody tears flowed out.
Aurora and green light collide.
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3. Filsa, who is still alive, wakes up. The body cannot move. He found himself half-lying beside a tree trunk, his body covered in bandages.
My eyes were cold and I still couldn't see anything. The blindfold was burned by Aurora when he went on a rampage. His clothes were equally in tatters.
Jielu fell asleep tiredly on her chest, her hands tightly wrapped around her waist. Fortunately, she was fine and breathing steadily.
What happened... Firsa had a headache and didn't want to think about it.
He had a decisive battle with the leader of the Midnight Slayer. Shirley, who had regained consciousness, came to help him reverse the situation and win.
Later, Shirley attacked herself. In order to protect his companions, he did not hesitate to use the magic blood to go on a rampage, but in the end he was still defeated by Shirley, who had full magic power. He lost consciousness before the desperate wind blade struck.
This was the end of the trip—a sad end.
"Mr. Firsa, you finally woke up!" He heard the voice of Yug's disciple Qi. At the same time, the gel on the chest moved.
Philsa moved his lips with difficulty.
He asked as soon as he opened his mouth: "Have you ever seen a person...surrounding the wind curtain?"
"That monster... flew away to the north. Then I saw you two seriously injured and lying on the ground. There were corpses and blood everywhere..." Qi spoke tremblingly.
If it were anyone else, they would also be horrified by the tragic scene comparable to the full moon dancing with blood.
Others call Shirley a monster, which makes me feel very uncomfortable. But then he remembered that the monster was not Shirley, but Prisha.
That being said...she did not kill herself and Jielu ruthlessly.
Why. What is the reason? If it were Shirley, it was entirely possible that she was soft-hearted;
But if it were Prisha, it would be impossible, absolutely impossible. She was a cruel demon who would not even blink an eye after killing tens of millions of people, but would instead take pleasure in doing so.
Jielu also woke up at this time, and when she saw that Filsa was still awake, she couldn't help but sob softly.
Previously, Qi Zai found the altar empty after waking up. So he planned to leave, but then the pain in his lower abdomen reminded him that he had been attacked.
After simply bandaging the wound, she left the crypt and rushed out of the house. She found that the Amethyst sky had become very dark.
She finally came to the bloody battlefield, found the two survivors, and carefully treated their injuries.
"Filsa, Sister Shirley...where is she?"
"I can't come back...well, I can't come back anymore."
Jielu cried bitterly in his arms. Qi was also infected and felt uncomfortable inside, so he comforted the two of them.
Filsa didn't listen to anything he said.
In his heart he just kept thinking about the same thing——
North direction... Prisha flew to the north direction, that was her target place.
