Pawn Crossing the River

Diswein staggered back, his exposed skin began to fester, black blood flowed out, and there was no tendency to heal.

In the blink of an eye, he had transformed from a handsome nobleman of the Western Continent into a hideous monster.

"Higher Black Blood" is said to be able to put a marquis to sleep forever. At this time, Diswine only has the strength of a count. However, after all, he only indirectly took the "higher black blood" and retained some of the characteristics of a duke, so he only suffered He was seriously injured but did not die directly.

But no matter what, Diswein's power is at its lowest point, which is the best opportunity to kill him.

Zhang Yuelu naturally understood this, and he hit the paper sword with a wave of his hand. Countless scraps of paper flew out from the sword body, which rose up in the wind and turned into paper lotus flowers that swirled and scattered, like snow falling in the sky.

These paper lotus flowers are all separated from "photographic paper". The petals are as sharp as knives. When they rotate, they are comparable to many strange weapons. Wherever the paper lotus flowers go, they cut through the bricks and stones like tofu. Those who are besieging Zhang Yuelu's blood shadow was immediately cut into balls of blood mist by these paper lotus flowers.

Zhang Yuelu's body swept over and he was already close to Diswen. The paper sword in his hand scattered a white afterimage, covering Diswen's whole body. He was fiercely murderous, and his every move was aimed at the vital point.

Diswen no longer dared to engage in close combat with Zhang Yuelu. In the past, he could have released summons and servants to hold Zhang Yuelu back. However, under the pursuit of the Parthian Parliament, all his servants had been destroyed. With nothing to show for it, he could only spread his wings behind his back and dodge at extremely fast speeds, creating a series of overlapping afterimages that were dazzling.

After Lingquanzi dealt with the blood shadows that besieged him, he immediately controlled the "Yellow Scarf Warrior" to cooperate with Zhang Yuelu to block Diswen's way. It's just that the "Yellow Turban Warrior" has extremely high defense, but is not very flexible, and its speed cannot be compared with Diswen, so it has little effect.

At this moment, Qi Xuansu, who had been "cowardly", finally arrived not far away. He took off the "Zhu Xing" and "Zi Wu" on his back and the "Blue Bird Gun" on his waist, leaving only the dagger and "Dragon Handgun."

Diswen and Zhang Yuelu both noticed Qi Xuansu, but neither of them cared about Qi Xuansu at this time.

Qi Xuansu's expression and mentality were very calm, without any tension or anxiety. He usually looked like a "flower garden Taoist", but it didn't mean that he was really a "flower garden Taoist". After years of training in the martial arts world at the foot of the mountain, he had already The more you face the moment of life and death, the more calm you can stay.

Qi Xuansu leaned against the wall and walked towards Arthur, who could not afford to be seriously injured. He made a gesture of raising a glass to drink water and asked, "Is there any more?"

Arthur actually understood. He took out a bottle from his backpack with difficulty and said, "The black blood... is gone. There is also holy water."

Qi Xuansu took the bottle from Arthur's hand, uncorked it without hesitation, and poured half of the holy water in the bottle into his mouth.

For a moment, Qi Xuansu felt as if the line in his throat was about to burn. This feeling was ten times stronger than the burning sensation when he drank the burning knife. The difference was that the burning knife would make Qi Xuansu's head heavy, and the holy water But it made Qi Xuansu's spirit peaceful and eliminated all negative emotions.

To outsiders, Qi Xuansu was like Arthur at this time, emitting a faint light, like a human-shaped firefly.

Then Qi Xuansu pulled out his dagger again.

This is the relic of the master. Qiniang took it back from the people at the "inn" and handed it to Qi Xuansu.

Although Qi Xuansu always carried this dagger, even for a moment, he rarely used this broken sword. Even when he encountered Li Sanxin's flying sword and Zhuge Yongming's fist, he did not draw the sword.

But now he had to draw his sword.

At first glance, there seems to be nothing mysterious about the dagger, but the blade is as clear as water and can reflect human figures, even to the point of being comparable to a glass mirror.

Qi Xuansu looked at the face reflected on the sword and poured the other half of the bottle of holy water onto the sword.

In an instant, the dagger also lit up with white light.

Qi Xuansu first walked towards Hantrick who had lost his heart, and without giving him any chance to resist, he chopped off his head with a sword and smashed his chest to ensure that he would never die again.

At the same time, Diswen was constantly being eroded by the "higher black blood" in his body, and he would lose if he stayed for a long time. Zhang Yuelu seized the opportunity and was cornered. Zhang Yuelu stabbed Diswen in the chest without mercy.

Unable to avoid it, Diswen raised the bloody sword in his hand and stabbed Zhang Yuelu in the head.

For Diswein, although the oriental woman's sword stabbing her chest was sharp, it could not kill her. However, if the oriental woman was stabbed by him, she might not be able to escape the fate of death.

At this critical moment, Zhang Yuelu's figure froze, and he did not choose to exchange swords with Diswen. But before Diswen could be happy, he saw the paper sword in Zhang Yuelu's hand turned into a white paper spear, grew out of thin air, stabbed Diswen directly in the chest, and nailed him to the wall.

An inch long, an inch strong.

Diswein was shocked and angry. He didn't expect that the oriental woman and her weapons were so insidious.

Zhang Yuelu didn't wait for Diswen to counterattack, he simply put away his gun and retreated.

During the short period of time when the two of them fought, the "Yellow Turban Warrior" finally caught up. To be fair, the speed of the "Yellow Turban Warrior" is only relative to Diswin's speed, and it is not inferior to a Kunlun stage warrior or Qi practitioner.

The "Yellow Turban Warrior" raised his hammers and smashed them down on Diswin's head.

Diswin wanted to turn into blood mist, but the "high-grade black blood" that had been mixed into his body prevented him from using such transformation methods. He could only condense the blood sword in his hand into a blood ball, and then pushed forward with all his strength.

The blood cells exploded directly on the chest of the "Yellow Turban Warrior".

There was a boom.

A big hole appeared in the chest of the "Yellow Turban Warrior" and he turned back into a paper man. There was also an obvious gap in the chest of the paper man.

Lingquanzi did not care about his "yellow scarf warrior", and stepped on the gang to fight, wearing a Taoist robe without wind and moving automatically, his left hand stretched upward, the index finger, middle finger and ring finger of his right hand were bent, the big finger and little finger were stretched out, and placed at the base of the left hand. After forming the "Ghost Subduing Fan Seal", he said in a deep voice: "Bind."

Two invisible qi machines fell on Diswin's body like chains, binding him tightly.

Zhang Yuelu, armed with a white paper spear, attacked again, pierced Diswen's abdomen with one spear, and stirred up all of Diswen's intestines.

"You all deserve to die!"

Diswin, who was severely injured, let out a scream that was comparable to that of a banshee, and then erupted with a majestic blood energy like a rolling torrent, causing the entire dungeon to tremble. Gravel and dust continued to fall, and Qi Xuansu almost lost his life. Fall down.

Diswen not only broke free from Lingquanzi's restraints, but also knocked Zhang Yuelu away together with the white paper spear that had pierced his belly. However, the two wounds left by Zhang Yuelu showed no tendency to heal. Instead, black blood continued to flow out.

The consequence of the powerful burst of blood energy was that Diswen could no longer suppress the black blood in his body, and the "Six Void Tribulations" from Zhang Yuelu, the flesh and blood on his face began to fall off, which made Diswen even more frightened, angry and resentful , and under the cover of shock and anger, he himself was unwilling to admit the fear.

He has been severely injured repeatedly and has reached the very edge of danger. If he is not careful, he will die here completely. By then, there will be no second servant to pray to the ancient immortals in the East to revive him.

Zhang Yuelu slowly stood up with a white paper spear. The blood energy impact just now completely defeated her "Five Qi Yanluo" and severely damaged her body. Among the Five Immortals inheritance, only the body of a martial artist can reach a certain level. He was comparable to a criminal, but Zhang Yuelu was not a martial artist, so blood was oozing from his mouth and nose at this time, which was very miserable.

It's just that Zhang Yuelu didn't care about his injuries. Instead, he changed the length of white paper in his hand into a soft whip. With a flick of his wrist, countless whip shadows intertwined into a cage and enveloped Diswen. Even though Zhang Yuelu didn't have much true energy attached to him, just Even relying on the half-immortal's sharp edge was enough to hurt Diswein, who was already at the end of his strength.

Diswin tried his best to resist, but the seemingly fragile paper whip left blood marks on his body that were deep enough to see the bones. Moreover, the paper whip itself seemed to contain some kind of sacred aura, making him feel as if he was being burned by fire. .

Diswen, who had reached the critical moment of life and death, could no longer care about anything else, and pointed at Zhang Yuelu without hesitation.

Zhang Yuelu felt that the blood in his body boiled instantly, and everything inside was burning.

However, Zhang Yuelu remained unmoved and continued to strangle Diswen crazily with the paper whip in his hand.

"Ahhh!" Diswin screamed.

The paper whip wrenched one of his arms and tore it off forcefully.

Diswein once again activated the blood energy regardless of the loss.

Zhang Yuelu, who was the first to bear the brunt, flew backwards with a crash, creating a circle of spider web-like cracks on the wall, and the paper whip finally became unsustainable.

Lingquanzi barely blocked this blood energy at the cost of all three golden shields shattering, and then threw out his last talisman, hitting Diswen right between the eyebrows.

Lingquanzi pointed at the talisman and used his last mana to activate the talisman: "Huimeng...xian...you."

In an instant, Lingquanzi was drained of all his strength and fell to the ground exhausted.

Diswin, who was originally restless, suddenly calmed down and fell into memories, unable to extricate himself.

At this moment, he thought of his wife who died at the hands of a demon hunter and all the happy times in the past.

They live in an ancient castle with high spires. Outside the castle are green grasslands, dense woods, and clear rivers...

The next moment, a short sword interrupted Diswein's memory.

Diswein slowly lowered his head.

A dagger filled with the aura of holy water pierced his heart from the back, with the blade protruding from his chest.

General.

On the chessboard, after all other chess pieces have been lost and only the generals of both sides are left, the pawn crossing the river becomes the protagonist in determining the outcome.