Qin Lixiang tilted his head and looked at Ling Yun in confusion. It was supposed to be a very cute move, but once he recalled the force of the punch and the sharp fangs in front of him, in Ling Yun's eyes, it was not a very cute move.

The existence of pity. But similarly, he does not feel that he is in a situation where he should be pitied at this time. He is quite confident in himself.

"I'll just use you..."

Ling Yun endured the pain that erupted in his Dantian, and slowly extended his left index finger forward, slightly bending it. His arm was still shaking from time to time due to the pain. Qin Liyu suddenly stopped deliberately as if he was interested, and stopped moving towards

She walked towards Ling Yun, but waited quietly, waiting for what kind of surprise the person in front of her could bring her.

Ling Yun calmed down everything, forgetting the pain, and something deeper was about to burst out of his body. He felt the mysterious warm current spreading from his heart, flowing to his limbs and brain, familiar and yet familiar

The disgusting taste of rust fills the tip of the tongue. If it was a desperate night before, then this is the night that sinks into the abyss. Somehow, blood seeps out from Ling Yun's fingertips, as if from the gaps in the skin.

The trickling blood flowed out and condensed into blood droplets under gravity, hanging on Ling Yun's fingertips. The deep red color made Qin Lizhuo notice that something was wrong. The clear blood droplets shone dimly, bringing endless unknown.

"The magic reaction is indeed a trajectory user."

Qin Lizhao frowned slightly. Although she was not afraid of the strength of the trajectory user in front of her, it would not necessarily be easy to deal with if his family and connections behind him were involved.

"Let's fight quickly."

Qin Lixiang thought of this, and immediately rolled up his sleeves and used both hands. The fair skin of his arms was instantly densely wrapped with expanded blood vessels, and the blood flow could be faintly seen. Only then did Qin Lixuan truly enter the state of a vampire. Just now

That punch was actually just an ordinary punch, with no vampire power attached at all. It was just that as a vampire, her physical strength was naturally several levels higher than that of ordinary people, so Ling Yun was so painful that just one punch caused her to die.

The blood mist of unknown origin surrounded Qin Liyu, and her long hair like the Milky Way was instantly covered with silver. A waterfall of sickly white hair reflected each other with her scarlet pupils, giving her a ghostly feeling.

However, it was born.

The blood dripped from Ling Yun's fingertips, but wherever it passed in the air, it was dyed red, as if a red meteor dragged a long bright red tail across the sky, breaking the silent sky.

The red tracks scattered slightly, condensed into a solid solid, shining like stars. Finally, it shattered in an instant, and a sword wrapped in lava-like lines appeared out of thin air, and was held by Ling Yun. The sword's

The blade shone with a cold silver light, and beneath it was a dark red flame-shaped blade and a round handle. Red magic circuit-like patterns were engraved on the blade, with an inscription on the side: Ancient Ibuki,

The head of the monster; Tian Cong Yun Sword, the old karma is broken.

If Qin Lizhen just had a premonition of crisis, then the knife held in Ling Yun's hand in front of her really made her feel an atmosphere of fear. The knife continued to radiate an ominous aura, contaminated by the endless life that had survived.

The aura of Qin Lixuan completely lost her initial ease. The majestic aura of death even made her a little dizzy. She had never killed anyone, let alone remained calm in the face of such a heavy aura. But she also

The only option is to bite the bullet and face this pressure head on.

"What's wrong, vampire, where is that arrogant aura and strong fists you had just now? Come again!"

In order to avenge the previous punch, Ling Yun was constantly provoking and taunting Qin Liyu. The latter himself was not a good-tempered person. When he heard the ridicule, his already aggrieved mentality could not be restrained. She was ruthless

Staring at Ling Yun fiercely, he immediately kicked the ground and punched Ling Yun in the head. If he took this angry punch, Ling Yun's ordinary body would be in a vegetative state even if he didn't die.

"Demon Sword Ji [Drawing the Sword by Divine Will]"

A moon-shaped sword flashed, and Qin Liyu felt a force that was enough to cut off and kill everything coming towards her, and her heart twitched. But she had no way to retreat at this time, she could only speed up the attack.

Speed, defeating the enemy with one punch. Qin Lizhuo's eyes widened in anger, and he seemed to have tried his best. His punch speed increased by three points, but it was still unclear whether the punch could be delivered. Ling Yun's blade was about to strike her body, as if

When she cut off the building, the blood mist that had been surrounding Qin Liyu turned into a transparent sphere, wrapping her body. The light of the knife fell, directly tearing the transparent blood barrier, but it also

The purpose of slowing down the falling speed was indeed achieved. So the blood mist gathered again, cut off, gathered, and cut off. Repeatedly, to slightly delay the time.

It only lasted a moment from the beginning to now, but in the eyes of the two of them, it seemed to be an extremely long time. They didn't know what the outcome would be. They just had an inexplicable confidence in their own strength.

"Ding--"

A voice suddenly sounded in their heads at the same time. At that same time, they both suddenly felt a strong sense of dizziness. Ling Yun's physical fitness was not as high as that of Qin Lixiu. Such a strong sense of dizziness made his mind go blank and he fainted.

After he died, the sword immediately slipped from his hand and could no longer be slashed out. At the moment before fainting, Ling Yun could only use weak perception to feel the approaching wind of Qin Liyu's fist.

"Dead"

This was the last thought that flashed through Ling Yun's mind. The last perception that remained in Ling Yun's mind was the feeling of breaking wind coming from Qin Lizhuo's fist, and the sound of distant footsteps that suddenly sounded in Ling Yun's ears.

It was so distant and empty, as if it was the last sound he could hear. He had no means of resistance, so he could only let his consciousness close and slowly fall...

It is said that when a person dies, his life will be reviewed in his brain, commonly known as a revolving lantern. Ling Yun believes that at this time, he is making the last review of his life, the last memory. He feels like he is suspended in the air, supported by gentle power.

He was as gentle as if he was sinking in the water. This gentleness somehow reminded Ling Yun of his mother's arms, that selfless gentleness without any purpose...

...

"Sigh... I'd better just stay in the toilet these days..."

Qin Lizhuo decided not to think about what happened that day anymore. Although Lin Xiaoye had made up an excuse and told Ling Yun, Qin Lizhuo could still see Ling Yun wandering around the laboratory building again and again. Maybe he didn't completely believe Lin Xiao.

As for Ye, he wanted to investigate clearly by himself. Therefore, in order to avoid the incident coming to light, Qin Liyu had no choice but to return to his old profession.

"What's wrong Li Yu? What were you mumbling just now?"

The classmates on the side saw that Qin Liyu looked a little strange, so they asked.

"No...it's nothing, just talking to myself."

Only then did Qin Lixuan come to his senses and stammered an explanation to his friend. Seeing that Qin Lixuan didn't want to say anything more, the student didn't ask any more questions. He just nodded and said "Oh" before turning around and following

The others chatted animatedly.

"Ding dong dong dong--ding dong ding-deng--ding ding--"

The ethereal preparation bell rang melodiously through the loudspeaker of the radio, and the sound echoed in the classroom. Many people interrupted the conversation, quickly became quiet, and everyone began to return to their seats.

"It's finished!! I just wrote a small question!"

Ren Fan's shouts were mixed with the ringtones and reached the ears of the students in the classroom. Qin Lizhuo took advantage of the situation and saw that his face was scorched, he was writing hard, and he was trying hard to copy the answers in his exercise book.

Go up.

"Uh uh... uh..."

The leopard-shaped monster fell on its side on the ground, its belly heaving violently. It remained motionless, and continued to growl in its throat. The blood stained the grass along its scales, and its shape was no longer visible.

His proud posture was gone. Even the majestic spiral-shaped horns were cut off. The smooth cross-section looked like it had been cut by a sharp weapon. But similarly, Shi Wuan's figure also disappeared, only in front of him.

A pool of blood was left behind, which extended into the woods, falling on the path like a mark bit by bit. It seemed that Shi Wuan was also seriously injured.

"It seems that if I don't come over, you will die even more miserably."

The voice of the beautiful boy came from the sky. Behind him was a pair of dark wings that flapped slowly, supporting him as he fell slowly, like feathers falling, landing softly and gracefully on the ground. Weird

His black wings and gorgeous outfit make him look like the vampire count in the movie.

He folded his wings and walked gently and slowly in front of the monster as if he was pronouncing a death sentence. After keeping a distance, he looked down at it and said:

"You should know that if you let the demon hunter go, there is only the possibility of death."

I don't know if the monster could understand the beautiful boy's words. It just kept roaring and its body remained motionless. Only its belly was heaving and breathing. It seemed that it was not far from death.

"Even though I got the [blessing] from [him], I still ended up like this. I don't know whether it was because you were too unbearable, or because the opponent's strength should have resulted in this."

The beautiful boy spoke with a questioning tone, and immediately took two steps forward. At the same time, he took off the white glove on his left hand. The white and tender hand was a little thin, but without any wrinkles, just like a girl with well-maintained skin. He

He crouched down, moved one foot back and knelt on the grass, then stretched out his left hand to stroke the monster's broken horn. There was a faint, pure black gas lingering at the broken point, and finally it gradually rose into the air.
Chapter completed!