Diswin staggered back, his naked skin began to ulcerate, with black blood flowing out, and there was no tendency to heal.

In a blink of an eye, he had gone from a handsome Western Continent nobleman to a disgusting monster.

"Higher Black Blood" is said to allow a marquis to sleep forever. At this time, Diswin only had the strength of an earl, but he only took "Higher Black Blood" indirectly and retained some of the qualities of dukes, so he only suffered a severe blow and did not die directly.

But no matter what, Diswin's power is already at its lowest point, and it is the best opportunity to kill him.

Zhang Yuelu naturally understood this. With a wave of the paper sword in her hand, countless paper scraped out from the sword body, and it rose in the wind, turning into paper lotus flowers, scattering like snow all over the sky.

These paper lotus flowers are all separated from "photoless paper". The petals are as sharp as knives. When they rotate, they are comparable to many Qimen weapons. Wherever the paper lotus goes, cutting bricks and stones is like tofu. The blood shadows that besieged Zhang Yuelu were immediately cut into blood mist by these paper lotus flowers.

Zhang Yuelu flew over and approached Diswin. A white afterimage appeared in the paper sword in her hand, covering Diswin's body with a strict murderous intent and pointed the key points.

Diswin no longer dared to fight Zhang Yuelu in close combat at this time. If it were before, he could release summoning objects and servants to hold Zhang Yuelu up, but under the pursuit of the Silence Council, all his servants had been destroyed. At this time, he was poor and could only spread his wings behind him, and dodge at an extremely fast speed, bringing out a series of overlapping afterimages, which was dazzling.

After Lingquanzi solved the blood shadow that besieged him, he immediately manipulated the "Yellow Turban Strong" and cooperated with Zhang Yuelu to block Diswin's way. However, the "Yellow Turban Strong" had a very high defense, but it was not very flexible, and its speed was not comparable to Diswin's, and its effect was very little.

At this moment, Qi Xuansu, who had been "repulsing", finally came not far away. He took off the "sentence" on his back, "Ziwu" and the "Blue Bird Pistol" on his waist, leaving only the dagger and the "Dragon Pistol".

Both Diswen and Zhang Yuelu noticed Qi Xuansu, but both of them didn't care 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 priest", but it did not mean that he was really a "flower garden Taoist priest". After years of hard work in the mountains, he could already be able to keep calmer the more he was in the moment of life and death.

Qi Xuansu walked up to the seriously injured Arthur, raised his glass to drink water, and asked, "Is there any?"

Arthur actually understood it, and took out a bottle from his bag with difficulty, and said, "Black blood... no

There is. And, holy water.”

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

For a moment, Qi Xuansu felt that the thread between the throat seemed to be burning. This feeling was ten times stronger than the burning sensation of his burning knife. The difference was that burning the knife would make Qi Xuansu's mind heavy, while the holy water calmed Qi Xuansu's spirit and eliminated all negative emotions.

In the eyes of outsiders, Qi Xuansu was like Arthur at this time, emitting a faint light, like a human-shaped firefly.

Then Qi Xuansu drew out his short sword again.

This is the master's relic, which was taken back from the "inn" by Qi Niang and handed over to Qi Xuansu.

Although Qi Xuansu has always carried this short sword and even stayed away 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 I have to draw my sword.

At first glance, the short sword does not seem to be mysterious, but the sword body is as clear as water, which can reflect human figures, and has even reached a level comparable to glass mirrors.

Qi Xuansu glanced at the face reflected on Jian's body and poured all the other half of the bottle of holy water on Jian's body.

In an instant, a white light lit up on the dagger.

Qi Xuansu first went to lose his heart, and did not give him any chance to resist. He cut off his head with one sword and then smashed his chest to ensure that he could not die again.

At the same time, Diswin was constantly eroded by the "high-level black blood" in his body. He would lose his life after a long period of time. Zhang Yuelu seized the opportunity and forced him to a dead end. Zhang Yuelu stabbed Diswin's chest with a sword without hesitation.

Diswin had no choice but to avoid it, raised the blood sword in his hand and stabbed Zhang Yuelu in front of him.

For Diswin, although the sword that the Oriental woman stabbed her chest was sharp, she could not kill herself. But if the Oriental woman was stabbed by her, she would be afraid that she would not be able to escape the fate of death.

At this critical moment, Zhang Yuelu's figure was paused, and she did not choose to exchange for another sword with Diswin. But before Diswin could be happy, she saw the paper sword in Zhang Yuelu's hand turning into a white paper spear, growing a piece out of thin air, piercing Deswin's chest directly, and nailing him to the wall.

One inch long, one inch

powerful.

Diswin was furious and furious, but he didn't expect that the Oriental woman and her weapons were so insidious.

Zhang Yuelu did not wait for Diswin to counterattack and directly withdrew.

In the short period of time when the two fought, the "Yellow Turban Strongman" finally caught up. To be fair, the slowness of the "Yellow Turban Strongman" is only less than a martial artist or Qi Refiner in the Kunlun stage than the speed of Diswin.

The Yellow Turbans raised their hammers and smashed them toward Diswin.

Diswin wanted to turn into blood mist, but the "higher black blood" that had been mixed into his body made him unable to use such deformation methods. He could only condense the blood sword in his hand into a blood cell and then push forward with all his might.

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

There was a rumbling sound.

A big hole appeared on the chest of the "Yellow Turban Strongman" and turned back into the paper man. There was also a clear gap on the chest of the paper man.

Ling Quanzi didn't care about his "Yellow Turban Strongman". He stepped on the Gang Step and Dou, wearing a Taoist robe without wind, stretched his left hand upwards, his index finger, middle finger, ring finger bent, his big finger and little finger were stretched out, and placed at the base of the left palm to form a "Ghost-Subduing Fan Seal" and said in a deep voice: "Binding."

Two invisible qi movements fell on Diswin's body like chains, firmly binding them.

Zhang Yuelu held a long white paper spear and attacked again, stabbing Deswin's lower abdomen with one shot, stirring hard, and stirring Deswin's intestines.

"You all deserve to die!"

Diswin, who suffered heavy damage, let out a scream comparable to a banshee, and then burst out with a powerful blood energy that looked like a torrent, causing the entire dungeon to tremble, and gravel and dust kept falling, and Qi Xuansu almost fell.

Diswin not only broke free from Ling Quanzi's shackles, but also knocked Zhang Yuelu out with the white paper spear that pierced his lower abdomen. However, the two wounds left by Zhang Yuelu did not tend to heal, but were still bleeding black blood.

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

He has been hit hard again and again, and he has reached the verge of danger. If he is not careful, he will die here completely. By then, no second servant will pray to the ancient immortals in the East to resurrect him.

Zhang Yuelu slowly stood up with a white paper spear, the blood just now could impact,

It completely defeated her "Five Qi Smoke Luo" and also severely damaged her body. In the inheritance of the Five Immortals, only the body of the martial artist can be comparable to the sinners to a certain extent. However, Zhang Yuelu is not a martial artist, so blood seeping from her mouth and nose at this time is very miserable.

However, Zhang Yuelu didn't care about her injuries, but turned the long white paper whip in her hand into a soft whip. With a trembling wrist, countless whip shadows intertwined into a cage to cover Diswin. Even though Zhang Yuelu did not attach too much true energy, she only relied on the sharpness of the semi-immortal creature, it was enough to hurt Diswin, who was already at the end of her strength.

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

Diswin, who had reached a critical moment of life and death, no longer cared about anything else, and he did not hesitate to lose money and pointed his hand at Zhang Yuelu.

Zhang Yuelu felt the blood in her body boiling instantly, and her five internal organs were burned.

However, Zhang Yuelu was still unmoved and continued to strangle Diswin with the paper whip in her hand.

"Ahhhh!" Diswin screamed.

The paper whip snatched one of his arms and forced it torn off.

Diswin reactivates blood energy regardless of the loss.

Zhang Yuelu, who was the first to be hit, flew backwards and broke into a circle of spider-web-like cracks on the wall. The paper whip was finally unable to survive.

Ling Quanzi barely blocked the blood energy at the cost of all three golden shields shattering, and then threw out his last talisman, hitting the center of Diswin's forehead.

Ling Quanzi pointed to the talisman with one finger and used his last magic power to activate the talisman: "Return to the dream... Immortal... Travel."

In an instant, Ling Quanzi was drained from all his strength and was relieved to the ground.

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

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

They live in an ancient castle with high steeple, outside the castle is green grassland, dense woods, and clear rivers...

The next moment, a dagger interrupted Diswin's memory.

Diswin lowered his head slowly.

A short sword filled with the breath of holy water pierced his heart from the back heart, and the sword edge penetrated out of his chest.

General.

After all other pieces on the board were lost, and only the main generals of both sides were left, the pawns crossing the river became the protagonists who decided the outcome.
Chapter completed!