Xue Ling'er waved the black knife, and the knife was raised, and the murderous intention was raised.
The black knife is like a sickle that harvests rice in autumn, flashing among the evil ghosts, wherever it passes, a perfect ghost.
But no matter how fast the black sword is and how brave Xue Ling'er is, she can't help but be killed in front of the evil ghost, and quickly repair it from behind, and it's endless. The floods and stones will eventually be flooded.
Xue Ling'er forced herself to fight and was so angry that she was red in her eyes, but she still remained on the flood surface and was not submerged.
Above the evil ghosts, there was a small group of ghosts, looking at the battle situation below, with either dark or sunny faces on their faces. The small group of ghosts obviously have a majesty, and they are not on the same level as the evil ghosts below. Seeing that the evil ghosts below could not be attacked for a long time, more and more ghosts were taken away by black swords, the small group of ghosts seemed to be unable to stay. [
One of the ghosts had a pale face and a long tongue hanging, and suddenly said, "The knife in this kid's hand is a foreign object..."
Another red-haired ghost continued, "It seems that it is a thing from the heavenly court. Didn't all the things from the heavenly court be taken away by the Ten Hell Palaces? There is a problem with this kid's origin."
A ghost with a vicissitudes of face took out a black flag from somewhere and said, "He has treasures, and we have them too. Everyone, I brought this soul-suppressing banner, and I hope you can take action together to let the banner work and destroy this kid."
The long-tongued ghost said in surprise: "Soul-Suppressing Banner? Isn't this in the Ten Hell Palaces? Why did it come to your hands?"
The ghost with a vicissitudes of face shouted loudly: "You bunch of wastes, when you see the Soul-Suppressing Banner, why don't you understand? Your Highness Ten Hells have long supported us fully. Seeing the Banner is like seeing the Order."
The ghosts no longer doubted and tried their best to sacrifice the soul-suppressing banner.
But the banner was waving like waves in the air, spreading out quickly, and a black line flew out of the banner, falling towards Xue Ling'er, who was constantly fighting among the evil ghosts.
The black knife felt something, and the blade suddenly expanded a few inches, left Ling'er's hand, flew into the air, and the black line was in the middle of the blade. Everything was heard, but under the collision, a series of explosions suddenly occurred around Xue Ling'er, blowing the evil ghosts around him into a hole. The black knife whined, but fell down, still in Xue Ling'er's hand. However, the milky white light on the knife was very weak.
The black sword is brave, and the black thread is simply terrifying. Xue Ling'er understands it very well. He smiled fiercely and shouted, "Come again." He raised the knife in his hand hard. Even if he dies, he will die heroically. For more than a hundred years, he has never been like today. Although life and death are just a moment, he doesn't care at all.
The black line is coming again.
There seemed to be a faint sarcastic sound in the air.
Xue Ling'er quietly closed her eyes and waited for the moment when it dissipated.
The whine sounded even louder in the air, and the black line fell back into the air. The ghost operating the Soul-Suppressing Banner was disturbed by the whine, and the output power was no longer equal, but the Soul-Suppressing Banner retreated.
The vicissitudes of ghost shouted: "What are you doing? If you don't work hard, just wait for the Ten Hell Palaces to chop off our one by one."
The red-haired ghost pointed down and said in surprise: "Look, look at what's going on below."
Amid the whine in the air, the pile of grave-like rocks were slowly squirming, as if they were coming alive. The pace of the activity was getting faster and faster, and the whine in the air became even more intense.
Xue Ling'er opened her eyes and waited for the black line to be less than this, and he was a little strange. But when her eyes saw this scene, he immediately grew up and shouted in surprise: "Boss, Boss, Boss..."
Thousands of evil ghosts stopped moving and looked at the pile of living rocks together.
Just like the movie replay, the rocks flew one by one, just like they fell down, but in different directions, the rocks flew up to where they were supposed to be. So, a magical thing happened, and the collapsed sinkhole reappeared again.[
A faint figure jumped out of the bottom of the pit, and a cheerful voice shouted: "Wow, are you welcome me in such a big situation? You're so polite, so polite."
Who isn't Chen Yi? Chen Yi stood in the air, faintly confronting the person holding the black banner. In his hand, there was a small sword, which all the ghosts clearly saw, and there was a faint golden light on the sword. In this dark world, this golden light meant that it was more dangerous.
But the smile on Chen Yi's face was still kind and even a little deserved to be beaten.
Xue Ling'er flashed and came to Chen Yi's side. The evil ghosts were shocked by this scene, and none of them could be slightly blocked.
The smile on Chen Yi's face was dull because he saw the scars on Xue Ling'er's body and the black knife in Xue Ling'er's hand. It was obvious that he had just passed a hard battle.
But, this black knife is not the guy Hei Buliuqiu. Chen Yi asked: "Hei Buliuqiu, why haven't he been with you? Did he escape?"
Xue Ling'er's face was dark and she said, "He, he, has gone."
"Yeah", Chen Yi hadn't reacted yet, "Where have you gone?"
Xue Ling'er sighed and told Chen Yi what had just happened.
As Chen Yi listened, the expression on his face became more wonderful. "Good like this", Chen Yi exclaimed, obviously a commendation for Hei Buliuqiu. "It is really respectable that this flattering ghost has come to do such a heroic thing."
Xue Ling'er was a little terrified and couldn't continue to say anything.
Chen Yi reached out and patted Xue Ling'er on the shoulder pity, and said softly: "It's nothing. He's gone, but his integrity will last forever. If you are tired, take a little rest. Let me leave it to you."
Chen Yi looked up, still smiling on his face, but there was already a chill like ice in his eyes. Chen Yi weighed the small sword in his hand and asked, "Do you want what I got? Look at this sword, how beautiful, do you really want it?"
The vicissitudes of life shouted with courage: "The things in your hands belong to our Ten Hell Halls. The things in this pit belong to the Ten Hell Halls. If you give him to us, we will retreat immediately." He saw Chen Yi's abnormality and had a thought in his heart, but this sentence was not so sharp.
Chen Yi said coldly: "The knife in my little brother's hand is also a treasure. Do you want it too?"
The vicissitudes of life coughed, covered his mouth and said, "If you have the will to give, we are also grateful."
Chen Yi suddenly sneered and said, "I think the black banner in your hand is good, why not do this. You can show me the black banner first, and then I will give you all these treasures..."
"Okay," the vicissitudes of life said without thinking. As soon as he said, he felt that something was right, and he quickly said, "No, don't be so clever, just hand over the sword obediently."
Chen Yi laughed and said, "It turns out that you are doing this business that costs money. Since that's the case, I don't have much psychological burden."
The small sword in Chen Yi's hand was made of golden light, just like a golden sun in the dark night.