"Understood." Lu An curled his lips, smiled and took the soft sword in his hand.
The west wind was strong and the sky and the earth were dark. Lu An stood with his eyebrows raised and his sword in hand. The soft sword in his hand was trembled by the west wind, and his low voice was like a ghost crying, like an endless wraith wailing, eager to break free and eat away at the human world.
Feng Er was smiling happily. When he heard ghosts crying in the chaos, the smile on his face gradually stiffened. He suddenly remembered a legend.
In this world, there are only a group of people who can make a ghostly cry-like sound when the sword in their hands comes out of their bodies. The name of this sword is the Ghost Crying Sword!
The ghost screamed and the sword came out, and I vowed not to return it to the sheath until I drank the blood of a living soul.
He glanced at Lu An and shivered. Could he be...
"Bah!" Feng Er spat fiercely, so what? There is only one person at the moment, and a dead man will never reveal the secret: "Fire the arrow!"
Lu An's pupils shrank, the man and the sword merged into one, the ghost sword whined and screamed, and the rain was about to come. Countless locusts fell to the ground while flying up and down. The sword was like frost, clanking, and it was extremely angry.
Within a few breaths, the first round of arrow rain was exhausted.
"Change arrows, hurry up!" The gap between arrow changes was like lightning. Feng Er didn't believe that anyone could turn the tide of the battle in this blink of an eye, but today for some unknown reason, he felt uneasy, so he just urged his men to protect him.
The second round of arrows rained down on his head and face. Lu An showed no fear on his face and did not even try to avoid it. He jumped up to face the incoming arrows, and his body suddenly disappeared like lightning.
"Where is the person?" Feng Er's heart trembled, and even the muscles on his cheeks trembled uncontrollably: "Where did the person go?"
"Are you looking for me?" The man's cold chuckle suddenly sounded behind him.
puff.
"ah!"
The man screamed suddenly and suddenly appeared, like a hand stirring up the changes in the world. Blood spurted out and he fell to the ground.
Feng Er stared at the murderous man not far away with wide eyes, full of horror.
The man didn't move and said nothing, with an erratic arc on his lips. He stared excitedly and feverishly at the tumbling crossbowmen who fell to the ground, soaking in blood. The crossbowman covered his right arm with his left hand, and blood was flowing like a spring.
Gurgling gushes out from between the fingers.
That part was cut off by Lu An's sword, and the cut was uneven. The sharp white bone stubble was stained with blood, and was exposed to the world, looking hideous and terrifying.
With a bang, blood rained down like pillars, and a head fell to the ground. The head was stained with blood and rolled all over the muddy ground, blurring his face, but it still couldn't hide the horror in his eyes.
"Liannu?" Lu An licked his lips: "So weak!"
The crossbowman died, the crossbow was broken, and the next moment the world was dominated by the killing god Lu An.
Feng Er scratched his neck, as if he had eaten a piece of shit. He was so proud that he was waiting to watch the enemy's trapped beast fight, but after a while he went to collect the heads from the bloody ground and went back to claim credit.
Unexpectedly, he blinked and everything turned upside down.
Just when he saw a human head falling to the ground, a black shadow appeared unexpectedly. When he looked up, the man's eyes were as bright as stars, with a slightly scary red color in his eyes.
"you……."
Before he could say anything, he saw jackdaws flying away and pecking at his eyes. Feng Er twisted and backed away, Lu An bared his teeth and smiled, and disappeared again.
Feng Er was horrified and looked around intently, only to see a small silver light in front of him, which suddenly exploded like fireworks in the sky, confusing his eyes.
"puff"
His right shoulder was in severe pain, and the flying claws were tightly clasped and pierced into his flesh, and his strong body was carried by the iron chain and fell to the ground. Before he could get up, he saw the sword energy as cold as blue thunder and lightning slashing towards his neck.
Feng Er screamed and closed his eyes, he didn't want to die!
The imagined death did not come, only the young man's indifferent and sarcastic chuckle was heard, which was extremely clear in the chaotic blood everywhere.
"This person will be of great use if you keep him."