The boiling river also calmed down, as if he had just been dazzled by it, but at a glance, the cold and terrifying aura still lingered on the edge of the stone platform.
Is this the end? Li Luo was a little doubtful. Could it be that after this slash of the sword, the unknown monsters and monsters at the bottom of the Linghe River fell silent again? Or maybe they felt that they could not resist the sharp edge of the Xiaomeng Sword, so they stayed away for the time being.
If that was the case, it would surprise him.
The silence only lasted for a moment, and the wind stopped and the rain stopped in the blink of an eye, but it seemed that a day, a month, and a year had passed. The waiting made people anxious. However, they did not ask him to wait easily. The river calmed down for a breath, and suddenly the surface of the river suddenly
There was a wave without wind, and one wave after another hit the edge of the stone platform. One after another, whirlpools of different sizes appeared on the water, shaped like devil's eyes. Looking into the whirlpools, Li Luo saw pairs of pale eyes.
, which is particularly dazzling when compared with the black face.
The people on the shore looked at the water, and the eyes in the water looked at the people on the shore. This look seemed to have crossed the barrier of time, as if they had returned to the secret realm of sky fire, and could see those years thousands of years ago. Li Luo
With a muffled groan, the hand holding the Xiaomeng Knife has turned slightly white. These eyes are a bit like those of the White Walkers in the far north snowfield, but compared to the White Walkers, the eyes underwater at this moment are more ruthless and more dangerous.
Dead silence, these dead silence condensed into murderous intent, turned into rain, and poured it on Li Luo like this.
Not counting the time between life and death on the battlefield, Li Luo had also encountered moments that made his heart palpitate. The indifferent eyes of the aliens under the Immortal Peak, the indifferent eyes of the aliens under the withered trees of the black prison deep in the cliff of life, looked like humans but not humans, and looked like monkeys but not human.
The monkey monster, as well as the pair of shark eyes under the water in front of Morang Beach when he went out to sea that day, all frightened him, but none of them could compare with what he saw before him.
Li Luo did not move, but the monsters in the water slowly moved, floating inch by inch, and gradually emerged from the water. As soon as these water ghosts moved, the armored knights and white robes of skyfire beside them also moved. Before he could speak, they
They each stood on the shore, their swords unsheathed, looking coldly and solemnly at these inexplicable water ghosts in the water.
Li Luo first suspected that there was a ghost in the Linghe River. Later, Xue Li mentioned that there were ghosts in the Linghe River. He had also seen it in the underground river of the giant city at the belly of Luye Naga Mountain, but it was never as ferocious as what he saw now.
Violent. A spiritual river, I'm afraid these so-called ghost soldiers may not all be the same.
The river water lapped at the river bank, splashing everywhere, and the surrounding rain seemed to be much lighter, but the sound of wind and rain in the distance was still continuous, as if the rain here could not bear the smell of the monster in the river at this moment, and Li carefully avoided this place.
Luo let out a breath of cold air and pointed the Xiaomeng knife at the ghost in the river. Since the attacker was not good, let's fight to see whether it was his knife that was sharper or the ghost's.
The ghosts in the water were attracted by Li Luo's fighting spirit, and they let out a silent roar in an instant. It was indeed silent, but you could see that the river was boiling again, and these evil ghosts in the water had already half of their bodies, leaving only their legs and feet.
Under the water.
Strike first and control them later, this is what the art of war says. However, the ghosts are in the water at this moment. If you want to strike first, it is better to wait for them to come to the shore and compete again.
Li Luo took a step back, stepped aside from the edge of the stone platform, and waited for the water ghost to come ashore. Human voices were heard in the distance, which seemed to be the Lieutenant General of the Mu Tianlang Army.
They rushed to tell each other that some soldiers saw someone on the river bank and knew something was wrong. All the soldiers rushed over to find out.
At this time, a bolt of lightning came from the sky, and just as the thunder rolled, in the future, the left and right sides of the river bank were as white as day, and a ghost finally stepped onto the river bank, with disheveled hair, and wetness dripping all over his body. He didn't know it was river water.
It was still raining, and the clothes were ragged and had been broken into rags, barely covering the body, but they were even more miserable than the beggar's hundred-knotted quail clothes. Only those frost-covered eyes were chilling. The electric light appeared in a flash.
Passed away, but in this sudden glance, Li Luoye could clearly see the appearance of the water ghost. Apart from being terrifying, it also gave him a familiar feeling for some reason, as if he had seen this water ghost somewhere before.
The lightning disappeared within a breath, and the thunder came belatedly. In time with the thunder, Li Luo let out a light scold, and another lightning flashed from the Xiaomeng knife in his palm. The person who came here was not kind, and he must not be here to reminisce about the past.
The light of the sword flashed, and then it turned like rain, turning the bloody killings, hatred, fire and anger into wind, flowers, snow, moon and lingering love, and then a huge force came from the blade. This sword hit!
Li Luo was not happy but was shocked. The force coming from the sword was not the force that a knife should have. Instead, it was more like swords striking each other. There was a muffled sound, the force was cold and feminine, and another force that made him feel sad.
A surprisingly familiar feeling.
The generals of Mu Tianlang's army rushed to the stone platform, and Zhongli Xi shouted: "General, what happened?"
Li Luo didn't answer, just stared at the ghost in front of him. A gust of wind gently raised the messy hair of the water ghost scattered in front of the door. Li Luo could see its face clearly with the light of the wind lamp in the hands of the Mu Tianlang soldiers behind him.
An unprecedented chill instantly swallowed him up, leaving nothing behind!
That face, apart from being dark and gloomy, has an outline that is so familiar!
Who is not familiar with his own appearance? Maybe when he suddenly sees another self, he will feel a little strange and strangely familiar, but eventually he will remember where he has seen this face that he sees almost every day.
Li Luo saw another him, one who turned into a ghost in the water!
The sword did not hit anyone, it only hit a knife, a knife that was not broken into pieces. The name of the knife was Minghong.
Li Luo stared at it blankly. The ghost did not come forward again, but slowly retreated into the water. By the time the horsemen and soldiers of the Mutianlang Army rushed to the shore, all the ghosts in the water had sunk into the water.
There were only a few ripples stirred by the rain, and even the waves were calm.
"Ah……"
Leaving behind a hollow laugh, and a dull and slightly lost Li Luo.
"General..."
"Your Majesty..."
Not only the soldiers of the Chinese Army Cavalry came, but also others, all looked at him nervously. The water ghost retreated very quickly. Except for him and the armored elite cavalry who had not taken action from the beginning to the end, no one had ever seen the water ghost in the Linghe River.
abnormality.
Li Luo raised his head and smiled faintly. His momentary absence had long since disappeared, and he said calmly: "The boat is gone."
"Ah!" Everyone was shocked when they saw it. When it started to rain, the boats were still moored on the water. Within an hour, the boats that sent people north had disappeared without a trace.