As if there was a poor suction in his mouth, his twisted face was not bitten by his bloody mouth, but an illusory figure slowly left the young man's body from his face.
"How sad!" No black shadow attacked Bai Wei at this time, and Bai Wei knew very well that the devil wanted to keep Bai Wei. However, Bai Wei had long lost his attachment to life when he looked at the hell scene in front of him.
"Look at their consequences. If you say it in person, I will let you go and even give you the possibility of eternal life." The devil's voice slowly said in Bai Wei's ears, but it could not affect Bai Wei's determination at this time.
"You'd better kill me." Bai Wei closed his eyes, and the wrinkles on his face twisted and looked like a withered chrysanthemum.
"I don't know what's wrong." The devil no longer has patience. "I don't have much patience anymore. If you still refuse to say anything, then you can die."[
"Come on." Bai Wei pulled down the turban on his head, then sneered at the black fog in the sky. The anger on the side of the "hum" instantly boiled in the black fog in the sky. A giant claw stretched out from the boiling black fog and grabbed Bai Wei's head hard. A crisp "pop" sound came, which was the break of the cervical vertebra of the Bai Wu. Accompanied by the screams of the young people around him, how cruel this scene was.
"It seems that we can only use the soul-receiving technique..." The cruelty revealed in the voice was a little cruel. Bai Wei's head was placed in the giant claws, which was bloody, as if the throat was still connected to the head and Bai Wei's body, and he pulled the body and dragged it to the wall before it was broken.
There was a ray of light shining slightly in the pitch-black giant claws, and a little illusory chaos seemed to be Bai Wei's soul.
The giant claw stretched out into the black fog, and then said lightly, "You can go and play by yourself, and turn all around Xiaoqiaozhuang into evil spirits..." The voice gradually became illusory, and the black fog gradually calmed down. It was not as dark as before. The sunlight could shine through the black fog, causing the black shadows to twist their bodies a little uncomfortable.
...
A moment later, the sound of rapid footsteps came from outside Xiaoqiaozhuang, and there were also urgent and tender voices.
The sound came from outside the door of "Grandpa", "pa", and then the gate of Xiaoqiaozhuang was opened with great force. Two people hurriedly walked over, one of them was Ding An, who was helping Luo Shui back then. Although Ding An looked no different from that of the past, judging from the fatigue in his eyes, it can be seen that Ding An is now physically and mentally exhausted.
The half-man-sized boy standing beside Ding An was wearing a snow-white long gown, with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes. He had already shown his extraordinary temperament at such a young age, holding a sword full of rays. "Grandpa" screamed in pain, and the boy rushed towards the corpse by the wall, trembling all over his body, and screamed in sadness.
Ding An looked dim and walked slowly beside the boy. He saw the black shadows around him and the wriggling corpses. The young people had already disappeared, but their bodies were still squirming, with an unusual breath brewing in it.
"Ziying" Ding An pulled out his long sword and protected the boy, looking coldly at the shadow not far away.
"Grandpa, you said you would leave Xiaoqiaozhuang, you said... wuwu..." The young man who cried in a low voice still looked weak, and two lines of tears had already soaked the boy's eyes, and he couldn't see clearly what was in front of him.
"Wuwuwu... Grandpa, you said you would watch your grandson grow up, watch your grandson twenty-year-old, watch your grandson marry and have children, watch your grandson..." The boy felt ache in his heart, and his right fist hit the stone slab beside him. With a bang, a pit print that was neither deep nor shallow.
"When I was a child, you always liked to take me to fly kites, catch loaches, and pick bayberry..." The boy's eyes were bloody red, and some blood and tears were faintly overflowing. The snow-white body had long been stained with his own tears and the blood stain on the white mist, and it looked so miserable. "You can make it happen if you are gone. How can you find another grandson?"
The crying sound was full of hatred and indignation. Under Ding An's slow input of spiritual energy, the boy's mind was a little clearer, but the hatred became clearer. The figure that could not be seen clearly suddenly appeared in front of the boy, "It's you, it must be you..."
"One day, I will tear you into pieces." A sharp roar came out of the boy's mouth, and Ding An had to shake his head and sigh, "Old man, if you were not stubborn at that time, how could you be like this now?"
Then Ding An said in a deep voice: "Yuze, these evil spirits in front of him are also the culprits of killing the people in Xiaoqiaozhuang. Let's take action to deal with them." Ding An didn't want Bai Yuze to be immersed in the grief of Bai Wei's death, so he wanted Bai Yuze to vent.
Bai Yuze could hear clearly, slowly stood up, looking at the black figures not far away with a cold expression.
The black shadow seemed to be a little afraid of the aura emitted by Ding An and the others, so he did not take action, but stared at Ding An and the others from afar. The other black shadows seemed to have swallowed the souls of the young people, feeling the comfort of the heart, and seemed not to want to leave these bodies too early, and then crawled into the young people with a loud bang.
"Roar" The wriggling bodies that were originally lying on the ground suddenly stood up, and the joints of Bai Yuze holding the sword in his right hand turned white. "Remaining souls and souls, today I will let you know how the sword in my hand makes your souls scatter?" Bai Yuze's long sleeves rang out loud, and the wind was howling around him. Immediately, white shadows floated by, and Bai Yuze disappeared in the blink of an eye.
In an instant, a young man in white appeared among the wronged souls, holding a colorful shiny sword. In a flash, the flying flowers gradually disappeared, and the shiny light pavement made the ghost shadow accidentally attack the shiny light for a moment and flew to the side. The "roar" roar came again, and the ghost shadows were quite dissatisfied and rushed towards Bai Yuze with his teeth and claws. Ding An just stood by silently, watching Bai Yuze's attack with such a sword force, his heart was confused, so how could the sword not be confused?
"You are still the little apprentice of the past..." Ding An smiled bitterly, thinking of the past, naturally he felt a lot of emotion, thinking of his tragic death daughter, and the heart was heartbreaking, and the blood in his heart kept flowing, but time passed, and no matter how long he missed, the grief was helpful...
"Only your swordsmanship can be truly unchallenged by growing in difficulties," Ding An thought silently.
"Drizzle" It seems that God responded to the pain in Bai Yuze's heart, and was saying goodbye to Bai Wei, shed tears of parting. The raindrops were very dense but not big, but they just seemed to fill all the space. The sticky raindrops made people feel suffocating, unhappy, and unwilling to accept it.
Under the rain, a man danced his sword wildly, flashing with sword light. The rays of the sunset flashed, and it had already repelled the demons and monsters around him. However, the rays of the sunset could not hurt the dark shadows around him.
The young corpses standing seemed to have made some moves, no longer as they were motionless or even standing up and falling down just now. The black shadows seemed to have mastered the tricks to control the body. Under the reflection of ghost energy, the corpses seemed even more gloomy and terrifying.
"Gaga" made a strange laugh, "What a fragrant soul, what a sweet body." The dead corpses looked at Bai Yuze with their eyes full of greed.
"Hmph" snorted coldly, with a fierce expression. Bai Yuze trembled indignantly, as if he wanted to slash all his strength out. However, what disappointed Bai Yuze was that when Bai Yuze jumped up and raised his sword to slash, dozens of black shadows floated over, and Ruolong's cloak-like claws left scratches on Bai Yuze's body. The scratches did not hurt Bai Yuze's body, but they made Bai Yuze feel in pain and fell to the ground.
"Why? Why? I have practiced for several years but have not made any progress at all. I can't even kill these little ghosts? Then how can I avenge my grandfather?" The confusion in my eyes gradually spread.
"Ah" Heiying rushed over without caring about Bai Yuze's bloody heart. This scene made Ding An move and wanted to step forward to rescue him.
"Get out" Bai Yuze roared, and a sharp aura suddenly emerged from the long sword where the sunset was gradually fading, slashing the flying black shadow in half. This sword immediately stunned Bai Yuze, "cut off..." He asked himself why.
"Huh" Ding An breathed a sigh of relief, and then he looked at Bai Yuze's thin body silently. The sword condensed the anger in Bai Yuze's heart. What it released was anger, not sword energy. Suddenly, even Ding An did not understand the sword, but Ding An knew that he didn't have to take action.
Bai Yuze looked at his long sword in a daze, and felt a little confused, even the hatred became a little shallower. While Bai Yuze was stunned, the other black shadow corpses rushed towards Bai Yuze regardless of the previous sword of the divine stroke.
Standing silently, the sword in his hand was different from the previous one. Only a white light was revealed on the simple sword, which shone with Bai Yuze. He looked at the monsters who were already rushing towards him indifferently, "My heart is broken, the sword is still there..." The sword light was as white as white strips in the waves, and his body was light and ethereal, shuttled through the black shadows and shouting wildly.
In an instant, the sword shadow was illusory, and a white light flashed, from bottom to top, slashing a black shadow, and the hoarse screams gradually turned into silent blue gray.
"What kind of sword technique is this?" Ding An frowned and looked at Bai Yuze who was dancing the sword. Ding An could see that Bai Yuze was dancing selflessly. Even Ding An could not understand the joys and sorrows and separations contained in it.