The discouraged ghost hugged by the door, watching while watching, and looking like he was about to escape at any time.
Yu Xing's plan is to fight quickly.
His physical strength is not enough to support him in long-term attacks and dodges. For example, he is like an explosive assassin and has difficulty sustaining.
Red permeated his sight. Every attack by the red-clothed brother must have the resentment of the humans who had died at its hands. These resentment turned into hallucinations, causing Yu Xing's eyes to keep flashing the sad and distorted face before his death, and crying sounds heard in front of him.
If you are an ordinary person, you will definitely be tortured and mentally exhausted until you die when you see this hallucination.
This is the unique attack method of red clothes, so the more people they are killed, the stronger they are.
Yu Xing was also feeling worse by this illusion that he couldn't escape.
Although he pretended to be a demon in red, he was still a human being after all, and he couldn't use the ability of red. Otherwise, he really wanted to let the brother in red see what the real blood sea and corpse mountain is.
So tired...
Yu Xing found that ghosts in this world like to attack their heads when they were murdering and fighting, and seemed to like the feeling of seeing the faces of prey being poured from top to bottom by blood.
Then don't hide...
When the brother in red grabbed his head with needle-like nails, he only tilted his head slightly, and let the evil ghost's claws fall on the cover of the sky.
The brother in red was surprised to find that he had held the vital points of the red clothes in the mourning mask.
Strangely, the combat strength shown by this mourning red dress cannot match the thick blood mist!
Too weak!
It suddenly became suspicious and inserted its finger into Yu Xing's head.
"Ah!" The discouraged ghost screamed in shock.
"Yu Xing!" Zhao Yijiu, who had been distracted from paying attention to this place, also shouted in horror, kicked away the red-clothed brother with one leg, gave himself a buffer space, and ran towards Yu Xing without hesitation.
He felt that Yu Xing made a mistake in making a decision.
Yu Xing's swordsmanship is very powerful and sophisticated, but compared to him, he is not better.
If anyone is more likely to use Jikhao to kill a red dress, he must be more familiar with Jikhao, rather than Yu Xing's sick girl!
The cold face under Zhao Yijiu's mask was rarely panicked. While running towards Yu Xing, he paid attention to dodging the attack of his younger brother in red. The scene where Yu Xing's head was inserted by the sharp claws of the evil ghost appeared in front of him together with the bloody hallucinations created by the younger brother in red. He gritted his teeth: What's going on? He was still fooled by Yu Xing's calm appearance, and he believed in him too much!
Yu Xing, damn, don’t die here, it’s meaningless…
The sound of sharp claws breaking open the skin and breaking a certain bone sounded clearly in Yu Xing's mind.
His pupils shrank and he groaned, as if he was not anesthetized, and then he was nailed into his brain by five thick steel needles. The severe pain was transmitted from the dense neurons layer by layer. For a moment, his eyes were completely blank, until the hot blood slid through his eyelids and covered his left eye, and he recovered his perception.
Then he felt his personality mask being taken off by his brother in red.
The personality mask that left his face automatically blurred, dissipated in the air, and returned to the panel state.
Yu Xing's feminine and stunning face was exposed to the air, and blood was winding down from the middle of his face, adding to the miserable and terrifying feeling that he couldn't bear to look at him.
The wide red long gown slowly dissipated, revealing the waiter's shirt and vest. The red-clothed brother exclaimed: "You are indeed a living waiter!"
On the one hand, I was shocked that there was really a living person with the same strength as the red-clothed ghost, and on the other hand, I was surprised that he had completely mastered the life of this living waiter.
Its fingers are not inserted deep, only half a decimeter. This depth is not fatal to the red-clothed ghost, but for humans, it will almost die instantly!
Why bother? He could easily spend the carnival party with his own strength, but he wanted to provoke it and his brother...
What is this human being thinking?
Is he dead?
The brother in red ignored the roar of another human behind him disguised as a black shadow. It was really puzzled at this moment.
Dead?
Of course not.
The severe pain brought Yu Xing back to reality. He closed his left eye to prevent blood from entering his eyes, and looked at the red clothes that had taken off guard with his right eye.
It feels the same as when you get hurt every time you used to.
His perception of the limbs, his thinking and vision are still clear and active.
Yes, he is not proficient in swordsmanship. If he wants him to fight one-on-one with Zhao Yijiu, he will definitely lose because of his lack of energy. If his opponent is Qu Xianqing, he will definitely be stabbed into a sieve within one minute.
If Qu Yiqing is there, Hongyi is nothing. But only him and Zhao Yijiu are present, and Zhao Yijiu is indeed not strong enough.
Then only he can kill Hongyi, only he can do it, no one can do it.
The red-clothed evil spirit finally couldn't escape this distance.
Yu Xing narrowed his eyes, and under the gaze of his brother in red, he showed a very strange smile to the other party.
Like a demon watered by blood, a bruised smile bloomed in the abyss.
He held the wrist of the hand that the brother in red inserted into his head with his left hand, and held the cold hilt of the sword in his right hand, in the action that Zhao Yijiu suddenly stopped—
A sword was decisive and abrupt.
The sword blade penetrated into one side of the brother in red and penetrated out from the other side.
The black aura circulated and rose from the killing, and soon sent silence to the life of the prey.
Yu Xing's smile remains unabated.
Look, only he can do it.
Only he can rely on this curse to exchange for one life.
But he cheated, and after his life was exchanged for someone else's life, there were still many lives to use.
The surprise and horror on the red-clothed brother's face were shocked and mixed together, and emerged from the broken and falling mask. Not only it, but even Zhao Yijiu who ran over and the red-clothed brother who floated back were stunned.
What is the reversal?
Zhao Yijiu couldn't help but take a step back.
He saw Yu Xing frowning and pulling out the fingers of the red-clothed brother from his head. It was obviously a fatal injury, but he stood up swayed and even lowered his head and smiled and pulled the kill from the head of the red-clothed brother who could no longer resist, and repaired two more swords.
It's like a lunatic, like a monster.
"Brother!" The younger brother in red screamed in fear, and skipped over to Yu Xing.
Yu Xing turned his head.
Blood was stuck on his face, and the wound kept bleeding, but he seemed to have not noticed it. This reminded Zhao Yijiu of the elders of the family who had seen who had become monsters with too high personality alienation.
That elder used to like him very much. When he was five or six years old, he often gave him some toy cars, Transformers, etc. that he didn't like, which always made the ten-year-old Zhao Mou yell unfairly.
He threw all the toys to Zhao Mou, and the elder changed his tricks and began to send daggers that had never been opened. Only then did he remember them and gradually got closer.
Later on a rainy night, the elders broke into his house in the rumbling and thunder. He was hugged by his father in a daze and hid in the wardrobe. He and Zhao Mou were waiting for their father to pick them up in the dark.
But I didn't wait.
He broke free from Zhao Mou's hand and crawled out of the wardrobe. He only saw the elder who looked completely different from the past. He looked at him with his eyes with muddy eyes and dense eyes on his neck. At the feet of the elder, he was a torn father.
What happened later?
He couldn't remember it, as if Zhao Mou was dragging him away desperately, and then someone came, someone told him that the nightmare was over, and someone took his father's body away.
It was his nightmare, and in the countless days and nights that followed, in the darkness and silence, this scene was lingering in his mind like a ghost.
When he grew up, he knew the existence of this absurd deduction game and the existence of personality alienation.
Zhao Yijiu breathed suffocated, and the memories that surged up instantly made him dare not step forward, but his body moved faster than his thoughts. He reached out and grabbed the corner of his brother Flying in red.
He heard his voice that was so cold that it was not as cold as a human, trembling clearly in the silence: "No way to go."
"Brother!!" The younger brother in red ignored him and was pulled by a living person. It swept the red blood energy towards Yu Xing.
Yu Xing's head was still very painful, but he reacted very quickly. With his strength, he grabbed the brother in red who was lying on the ground and blocked the bloody attack.
The red-clothed one is really hard to kill. Even if it is pierced through the brain and endured the angry attack from the younger brother, the red-clothed one is still not dead.
But it has lost its ability to move and lingers at the boundaries of being destroyed.
Yu Xing threw it down and carried the sword toward the red-clothed brother.
You have to get closer, and you can only get closer.
He said, "Brother Jiu, don't let it move."
Zhao Yijiu heard a familiar voice, as if awakened from some kind of nightmare. He looked at Yu Xing's eyes and found that there was a clear light inside, which was different from the turbid eyes that were separated from the human category.
Maybe Yu Xing was just simply crazy... He suddenly thought.
Tightening the strength in his hand, Zhao Yijiu resisted the attack of blood and hallucinations in the rage of his younger brother in red. Soon, Yu Xing arrived with the kill.
Zhao Yijiu felt less pressure and realized that he was injured. The wound on his arm was deep and bones could be seen, but compared with Yu Xingyi, it seemed that he was nothing.
The younger brother in red felt very frustrated.
The human in front of it is too strange. Even if it is injured that should have been killed immediately, it is still alive. It cannot kill the other party. Instead, the other party will seize the opportunity and will severely damage it.
This is an unlucky bar.
The younger brother in red followed in his brother's footsteps and at the last moment when he lost his sense of autonomy, he was thinking about this.
Yu Xing let out a long sigh, sat on the ground with a loss of strength, threw the sword back to Zhao Yijiu: "I'm too tired and can't move anymore, you can make up for them, I have to rest..."
As he said, he wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt, and at least wiped some blood clean.