Liar was indeed speechless, but he didn't need to say anything more. He just laughed a few times with a nasal tone, as if the lines on his lips didn't exist and his skin had never been pierced by a needle. This time, he was actually injured, but wouldn't it hurt?
Although he remained silent, he reached out to his left eye with one hand. Under that magic circle, no one else could tell if there was anything hidden. I saw him clenching his fist and grabbing the light of the magic circle in his hand. At this time, he seemed to have touched something real. He stretched out his arm again, and the handle of the knife was held in his hand. A straight knife with a cold light came out of his eye socket, like a straight snake climbing out of a cold cave.
"Is it the "scabbard"?" Master Lintian thought for a moment, "He probably released the part containing the resentment out of the barrier."
"...Can we just cut it off?" Having said that, Xie Zhe actually wasn't too sure.
"If we work together, we should..." Jiao Mo didn't feel that he had a chance to win.
The gap is too big. Wuyongzhen is a person with no logic and no rules. In other words, he has his own set of rules. Shi Wuqi stretched out his hand in front of Lin Shanhai, and he knowingly placed the Demon-Conquering Pestle in his hand. However, even if this thing has great power, it will be of no use if it cannot get close to the body of the lie. His every move is like a ghost. No matter what strategy they adopt or what tactics they use, he is as false as his words, and people can never hurt him in the slightest.
Ling Hu didn't dare to raise his head at all. Although she was very concerned about the current war situation, she never had the courage to look at it. Her head was close to Han Chang's, and the down on his body had not completely subsided. Although he now looks closer to a human, the characteristics of a fox still remain on his body. Ling Huan thought that he did not have the courage to look at this battlefield, perhaps because there were two trustworthy helpers who were also so powerful. What's more, her hearing is so keen that just by the sound of these weapons connecting, a complete and smooth picture can appear in her mind.
"It's just a waste of time and energy. So, what should we do?" Lord Kutsutsuki said slowly, leaning against the barrier, while the unsightly tobacco rod kept shaking in his hand. "Oh... you are more capable than I thought?"
His tone suddenly changed, as if there was something unexpected. At the same time, she did hear the sound of something being scratched, but it was not clothing or skin. It was something she had never heard before and could not judge. So she raised her head and found to her surprise that Wuyongzhen was seriously injured. His sleeve was torn, and about a third of his arm was scratched, but no blood flowed out, and only the azure halo slowly drifted away from the tear. It looks like a fluid, but it is light and airy, closer to a gaseous state, or a flame. The color becomes more intense as it gets closer to the wound, and becomes extremely lighter at the end, completely dissipating into the air and disappearing in the skylight.
The golden thread was still sewn on his mouth. Facing the surprised looks of everyone, he smiled and said nothing. Then, under this surprised gaze, he raised his sword and chopped off the forearm from the injured place. Almost everyone trembled. He didn't show any pain at all and even continued to smile. But the severed forearm was still not separated from the body. There is a small distance between its two fractures, about an inch, and the resentment has actually passed through it before that. But it was suspended like this, not separated from his body. He adjusted his posture and held the straight knife tightly with both hands, just like the broken hand was firmly fixed to the handle of the knife.
"A body that cannot be harmed even by the Six Paths Divine Weapons is quite powerful. It seems that even if he stands still and lets them cut him into pieces, he can still stand here well. This time How to win?”
Ling Hu tried his best to ignore the intriguing tone of Lord Xueyue. She wondered if the spell that gathered the doll fragments in the forest at that time was also related to this? How did they solve it at that time? Shadow...yes, shadow. But can she get out of the barrier set by Jiao Mo? If he goes out, won't Hanshang have no one to take care of him? Will Lord Xueyue take action against her? Even if she doesn't, can she still exert her key strength at that time? Everything is unknown. Maybe Shiranui's power can cause him harm? But regardless of Han Sheng's appearance, Shiranui has already...
She didn't want to look at Lord Kutsutsuki one more time.
Ling Huan turned her attention to her friend, and she unexpectedly discovered that Shi Wuqi seemed to have thought of something similar to hers. He suddenly grabbed Xie Zhe's wrist, a piece of it like a thin snake
The winding shadow quickly crawled over Xie Zhe's body. The latter was startled and looked a little panicked. She heard Shi Wuqi explain to him in a low voice:
"Only you can get close to him. You know his combat ideas... Try it. Just cast this shadow on his body. We will try to cut off his spell to maintain integrity."
"What should I do?"
"Do it by feel."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword energy of resentment struck from not far away, breaking the ice and setting off blood-red waves of sand on both sides. The two were separated by the sword energy, but the shadow had already reached Xie Zhe. She saw the uneasy shadow wandering all over his body, sometimes passing over his face in a hurry, sometimes fleeting on his hands. I'm afraid this shadow is as chaotic as his heart.
I just had to bite the bullet. In fact, Xie Zhe couldn't explain why he knew the lie route. It cannot be said that everything has been carefully considered, but at least there is a general control over the general direction. Almost subconsciously, he can guess the opponent's next move in a short period of time. And there are no flaws in every move he makes. Even if he is seen through, there is no way to defeat him. But occasionally there are still some oversights. After all, martial arts training is not a lie. For both of them, dancing with swords and swords is an extra "life-saving pastime". Xie Zhe was a little unwilling to admit that even in terms of fighting instincts, the two of them were so similar.
The Subduing Demonic Pestle has no use for the time being. Shi Wuqi used a fan to assist his actions from a distance, and Jiao Mo also had no weapons. Master Lintian is not a swordsman, but he can use his magic to direct the trajectory of the world, and he can also distance himself from lies. This leaves more space and opportunities for Xie Zhe's actions. He knows in his heart that thinking about useless things is just a waste of time. He simply gave up thinking and acted freely with only his body's will. As the number of fights increased, he was convinced that every time he almost encountered a lie, it was not because the other party was deliberately trying to put him in trouble. So even if he didn't think much about it, this uneasiness was still growing quietly.
Wuyongzhen didn't speak anymore, he just laughed, gently. The laughter passed through the silk thread and lingered in Xie Zhe's ears. He felt dizzy and felt an indescribable annoyance at this vague mockery. But it seems that you have already lost if you are angry. This is not only self-defeating, but also equivalent to allowing the other party's provocation to succeed - and corroborating his previous words. Xie Zhe felt that he was trapped in a strange circle. No matter what he thought, whether he thought about it or not, it would affect his judgment and actions. He gradually became less skillful, and Wuyong Zhen could hurt him from time to time, using the knife that would leave scars.
He was in pain, and every wound was a harsh reminder of the fact that he had returned to the living world. The whining sounds from the hungry ghost realm are endless, and the endless complaints and demands are no more bearable than the impact of the barrier. In fact, Xie Zhe began to feel an indescribable hunger—it turned out to be a longing for silence. Kill each other, or kill himself. It would be enough to leave only one of the two too similar individuals... or so he thought.
Suddenly, lies came to him. The unpredictable magic circle at the left eye is so mysterious and fascinating. Neither Duan Chenhuan nor Shadow had the chance to touch the enemy, but the enemy's sword was already raised high in front of them.
"go to hell."
Someone has joined the battlefield.
The sharp sword pierced Wu Wongzhen's head and passed through the magic circle. The bright sword tip stuck out of the eye socket, only a little distance away from Xie Zhe's eyes.
A drop of cold sweat slipped from Xie Zhe's forehead.
It was the sword that Shi Wuqi gave to Han Zhang, a long sword stored in a short scabbard. But the person holding the sword is not Han Zhang - the person who just spoke is not Han Zhang, let alone Wuyong Lan.
"Ask, ask Hotaru...?"
Xie Zhe turned his head stiffly and looked at the place where Jiao Mo had set up protection. Ling Huan knelt on the ground, folding his hands to protect his chest, looking worried. Looking at Han Zhang again, he was holding the short scabbard tightly in his hand and raised his face slightly. Under the messy long copper-colored hair, a pair of sharp, hot and cold eyes like fox fire stared straight at this side.
when? Just now...? How do they...
Wenying's hand did not loosen. Her eyes, which were similar to Han Chang's, were a little clearer than her brother's. Those pure and flawless eyes clearly reflected everything in front of them. The sharp sword she pulled out pierced Wu Wonglan's head. Where it is connected to the sword body, the blue fox fire blends with the demonic power that overflows with lies, tearing and fighting
.
Ah, her eyes are so clear and clean... Is it because there are tears swirling in them? At this age, has she ever killed anyone? As a monster, it doesn't seem to be anything new. At least, she has killed monsters before. Isn't Wuyongzhen also a monster now? Maybe she wanted to cry because she was scared. Afraid of confronting such a powerful enemy, afraid that her brother would be so traumatized, afraid that her friends would be in trouble, afraid of the seemingly endless darkness and loneliness she had just fallen into... But no matter what, her tears did not fall. .
It was such a surprise to everyone. Surprised by Wenying's appearance, surprised by Hanshang's cooperation, surprised by...
Lord Xueyue looked on with cold eyes.
As he said, he didn't take action. All the while, he just watched, just like before, like always, like he promised to do most of the time.
But his mouth was still chattering.
"It's a sword that can cut off souls... Logically speaking, Liar's soul should still be inside the barrier, like every organ of his, existing in any form and blending in any form. So he shouldn't be affected. ? Then, what are you talking about? Ah, I understand, let’s just say——”
"Actually, we never left the barrier from the beginning."
It was Shi Wuqi's turn to show that sarcastic smile.
