His heart was pierced, his blood quickly stagnated, and his vision became blurry.
The consciousness was leaving quickly, and the white-haired man felt confused.
I... just died like that?
How could I be so dead?!
Thinking about those days... that kind of inhuman torture, endless pain, and danger of death, I didn't even die!
I am immortal!
"Chun Yang--give me a seal!"
No one heard what he muttered, but the white fish could.
Floating in the air, as if he was a wanderer away from home, the white fish got the order and suddenly went downwards, entering through his wound from the front and exiting from behind.
When it came out, there was a broken heart in its mouth.
With its heart in its belly, the Yang Fish's belly grew bigger again. It swung its body unbearably and gently spit out strands of red thread.
Every time a red thread spits out, the white fish's body loses a little weight, while the white-haired man has an extra wound on his body.
How was it sealed in the first place, and how is it spit out now?
Some of those wounds were caused by Si Liyu's sneak attack just now, and some were not. We don't even know when they were sealed.
Wounds appeared out of thin air and blood spilled out, as if someone was stabbing him with a knife.
"Gah..." Gritting his teeth and grinding together, the white-haired man stood up abruptly, leaning on his sword.
"I am...immortal!"
As he spoke, drops of blood fell down, and the hole in his chest was empty, as if wind was passing through it.
The white fish swam in front of him, and an organ was faintly beating in his belly.
Can a person who has no intention survive?
able!
He sneered, and blood flowed from his lips and teeth, mixing into the blood stains all over his body.
"I won't die - you all die!"
At this time, there was no one around him, he was the only one talking nonsense.
Above the head, a shadow covers the sky, like extremely thick dark clouds, but the dark clouds are not so gloomy, and the night is not so dark. It seems to be the darkest collection of existence in the world, without a trace of light.
That was the shadow that had just been spit out by the white fish. In the blink of an eye, it had grown into such a huge thing.
There was only a little fire in the shadows.
A young man was standing on the ground holding a huge fireball. The fireball was like the sun, shining in all directions. There was no shadow around him.
Si Liyu and Pei Shoujing both stood beside him, bathed in light, with no shadows under their feet.
At this time, their expressions were solemn, as if they were facing an abyss, but it was no longer for the white-haired man, or the enemy that had made them fight so hard before, but for the black shadow that stretched across the sky and the earth.
"Gong Liang! The bastard from Gang Liang Mountain is really guilty of heinous crimes. He actually brought out a clone of Gang Liang and dared to release it! He is not afraid of harming the common people!" Si Liyu looked solemn and gritted his teeth as he said, "
You should be careful, don't let your shadow touch Wang Liang, or you will be dragged into the shadow world and sink forever."
Wang Liang seems to be a legendary monster. Tang Zhao has heard of this word, but he has no idea that there is such a monster. He just feels dangerous when he sees the dark shadow, and immediately illuminates the surrounding area with flames.
It was common knowledge in his mind that flames could ward off evil spirits. At this time, it was a mistake. He used light to disperse the shadows and create a shadowless area. Si Liyu immediately discovered the abnormality after the attack and pulled Pei Shoujing to hide in the shadow.
Isolated island, if it were any later, someone might disappear from this world forever.
The light illuminated by the flame is their protective cover and their prison. The overwhelming shadow has trapped them in the lonely city, isolated and helpless.
At this point, the white-haired man is no longer important. Escape from the shadows is the first priority. Ji Liang is a monster that even swordsmen and swordsmen can't do anything about. He can't walk safely by holding a torch.
However, the white-haired man was still staring at them resentfully.
He is already a careless person. The heart in Baiyu is not cured, but completely sealed, maintaining the state of jumping before death. He is neither dead nor alive. He is a living dead with both yin and yang abandoned.
He was filled with hatred and madness, but with a hint of confusion.
Who attacked me?
The sword strike just now was so inexplicable. It came from behind, a completely concealed sneak attack. The attacker came and went without leaving any trace. He seemed to see a little shadow, but he couldn't remember it at all. Gradually, even the shadow became blurred.
Already.
It seemed that no one else was there, it could only be that one of the enemies in front of him had sneak attack on him.
Is it the offal from Jandisina?
No, he is attacking me from the underground route.
The little bitch of the Pei family?
No, she hit him head on with a hammer.
Is it that pretty boy?
Can't remember where...
That must be him!
The white-haired man's hatred burned like a flame, almost boiling his blood. He stared into Tang Zhao's eyes with a heart-breaking hatred!
Tang Zhao, who was holding the torch, felt a chill for no reason. He turned around and saw the white-haired man staring at him fiercely, like a hungry and dying beast staring at its prey. He couldn't help but feel strange and thought: What's wrong?
It's just that he hates us, why is he staring at me alone? Does he really want me to do that... sword slave?
But there is still a natural chasm between the two of them, and that is Wang Liang. A thick shadow hangs between the two, and no matter who wants to get close to the other, they must walk into Wang Liang.
Tang Zhao wouldn't go in, but he was worried about whether the white-haired man would come in. That man seemed capable of anything.
"Don't worry, even people from the Gangliang Mountain can't get close to the Gangliang. The gangsters don't distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. They are just using each other with the gangster. How can we be immune..."
Before Si Li could confirm his words, the white-haired man stepped into the shadow of Gang Liang.
Directly in front of him, there was a light source created by Tang Zhao. A long and slanting black shadow was immediately reflected behind the white-haired man. The shadow entered the range of Wang Liang, and the darkness immediately surged up crazily, pulling at his shadow. But the shadow wrapped around him was
The white fish immediately swallowed the shadow, leaving the black shadow nowhere to attack.
But the shadows cannot be eaten up. If Tang Zhao's light is not extinguished, new shadows will continue to be born. The white fish will keep eating. It will soon be full and start to spit out red threads.
There were a few more wounds on the white-haired man's body, and blood gurgled down, forming a stream behind him. He suddenly didn't realize it, and walked towards Tang Zhao step by step.
Si Liyu sighed, held his sword in front, and walked forward.
The firelight could retreat the shadows, but it could not stop the shadows from approaching them.
Once the white-haired man comes in, his shadow has been connected to Wang Liang and he can take the initiative to attack. Tang Zhao might not be able to disperse it by finding some flames. Even if it can be dispersed, the white-haired man himself is also a powerful swordsman. Such a serious injury drags down a person.
The breath must also come in, and the death struggle must be extremely cruel and dangerous.
There must be one person who blocks the shadow from the light and protects the other two people.
Of course, there is no return.
That person could only be Si Liyu, and he strode forward without any hesitation.
Tang Zhao's lips moved slightly but did not speak.
Just like he had sacrificed his life to do something before, Si Liyu also had his responsibility and would not allow others to stop him. Tang Zhao was able to sacrifice for others calmly and respect others for sacrificing for himself.
But when someone dies, it must be very sad and painful.
Tang Zhao just hoped that a miracle would happen without sacrifice...
Hula la——
The sound of flapping wings was too much and too loud. At first glance, it sounded as if there was a tsunami above our heads.
Tang Zhao looked up blankly and saw countless black shadows flying towards the sky in the distance.
The black shadows, which stretched across the sky and the earth, flapped their wings and rushed towards this side.
crow!
A huge flock of crows!
Tang Zhao was startled, recalling bad memories.
Pei Shoujing frowned and said, "Crow, it's an ominous sign."
Si Liyu said softly: "Jie Crow?"
The crows rushed in in large numbers, almost as one, rushing into the shadows. The shadows were insubstantial, and would not fluctuate due to the collision. They were just like countless thick black lines added to a piece of black paper.
spot.
Tang Zhao suddenly thought to himself: "Where is the shadow of the crow? There is no one in the sky, it can only be underground? If the shadow is far enough away from the main body, can the shadow travel between the two without touching the two?
"
So, is Asuka a loophole in Wang Liang?
The sky is full of crows, coming and going, seemingly very comfortable and not affected at all.
Suddenly, some of the crows left the team, gathered into a ball, circled and fell, invading the shadowless environment created by Tang Zhao.
Under the light, several people could clearly see that those crows were not real birds, but illusory shadows. They were just lifelike, with every feather present.
Sure enough it is them!
Tang Zhao was wary. He had been attacked by the crow's magic weapon before. However, the shadow of the crow was much rougher than the one in front of him. It was fake at a glance and far less realistic than this group of people.
What is this small group of crows doing now?
The small group of crows fell to the ground and dispersed, revealing one person, wearing a black cloak and a half-black and half-white mask on his face.
Tang Zhao was stunned: "You..."
The black and white mask bowed, as if he was on stage in front of everyone, and said, "I heard someone called me?"
Tang Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "No...there is a jar calling you, Lord Judge."
The judge, who had not seen him for many days, said, "Since you didn't call me, why did I come in vain? How could I come in vain? Let's find the rightful owner."
"As for you, if you don't want to support me, why are you wasting your time here? Leave them all alone. Little girl...you are three hundred miles away."
He suddenly made a hasty sound, pulled out his sword, and swung it at Pei Shoujing's head.
Pei Shoujing didn't react, and suddenly she disappeared from the spot.
"Master of the Prosecution Department, you are a hundred miles away..." The judge waved his hand back, and Si Liyu's eyes widened. He did not dodge at all and disappeared immediately.
"And you, you are promising." The judge finally looked at Tang Zhao, "Just make up for thirty li -"
"Wait a minute..." Tang Zhao opened his mouth and said, "Remember to save..."
Before he could finish speaking, the sword came to his head and he disappeared.
12,000, how can there be a hard-working donkey like me in the production team?