Chapter 81: Legendary Nie Xiu!

The old ghost hunter, no, it should be said that he was once a legendary ghost hunter... Nie Xiu.

When he heard from Yi Lin the real name that he had abandoned for many years, two sharp lights suddenly shot out from his cloudy eyes.

Like electricity like frost.

Sharp and cold.

"How did you know?"

A few seconds later, without waiting for Yi Lin's answer, Nie Xiu continued to talk to himself: "Ten years...outside, does anyone still remember me, Nie Xiu?"

Yi Lin smiled without saying a word.

Don't answer either.

Guess, guess, guess?

He couldn't tell Nie Xiu that when he realized the "killing technique", a certain will thoughtfully exposed Nie Xiu's little secret?

The more Yi Lin didn't say anything, the more Nie Xiu made up his mind.

Nie Xiu looked livid, looking at Pan Zhengyi who was standing in front of him and smiling.

In Nie Xiu's hand, he was also holding the same broken knife used to carve bones.

In Pan Zhengyi's hand, there was also a broken knife.

There were still whispers in Yi Lin's ears from time to time.

In the sea of ​​flowers on the other shore, that inexplicable feeling made Yi Lin feel uncomfortable all over.

It seemed to drag him into endless madness.

Even the surrounding air was filled with an icy chill.

spooky.

This ghost mist mountain is a bit weird.

Perhaps just like the description of Bianhua, this place is at the junction of yin and yang.

Living people are here... it is not suitable to stay for a long time.

"Who are you, Nie Hongxiu?"

Yi Lin raised her head and asked suddenly.

Nie Xiu remained silent.

close your eyes.

After a while, Nie Xiu was shocked.

A terrifying momentum swept across the sea of ​​flowers.

The petals on the other side of the sky formed a series of spiral styles, soaring into the sky.

Finally, behind Nie Xiu, it condensed into a hideous skeleton!

Around Nie Xiu's right eye, blue veins appeared faintly.

When he opened his eyes again, the right eye had turned blood red.

It's like...a ghost!

At the same time, the broken knife in Nie Xiu's hand ignited a black flame.

Not only did the flame not emit a scorching heat, but it actually made the temperature on the top of the Ghost Mist Mountain drop a bit.

Nie Xiu spoke again, but his voice became erratic and hoarse. At first glance, it sounded like an evil ghost returning from hell, emitting boundless evil thoughts.

"No one can escape from this mountain..."

"This is a cursed place..."

"Everyone must die."

Pan Zhengyi suddenly took a few steps back.

"Yo?"

Pan Zhengyi chuckled and his eyes lit up.

"Hehe, it's fun."

Pan Zhengyi shook his right hand, and the broken knife in his hand also ignited a black flame.

Nie Xiu's pupils shrank slightly.

"You actually..."

There was a little surprise in Nie Xiu's cold eyes.

Pan Zhengyi didn't talk nonsense, and with a movement of his body, he directly held the broken knife with "special effects" and charged at Nie Xiu.

Nie Xiu smiled coldly. Facing Pan Zhengyi's offensive, he was fearless and fought together directly.

clang clang clang clang——

The speed of the two became faster and faster, and countless petals were set off in the sea of ​​flowers. Gradually, it was so fast that it became more and more difficult to distinguish the movements of the two.

In Yi Lin's eyes, it seemed that there were only two groups of black flames, which could be separated at the touch of a touch, and separated again after touching.

Sudden--

A figure flew out towards Yi Lin.

vomiting blood.

An arm soared into the sky.

It was cut off abruptly!

With a blank expression on her face, Yi Lin slowly stretched out her hand.

When the flying figure was about to hit Yi Lin, it was about ten centimeters away from Yi Lin's palm, and stopped suddenly.

Then slumped to the ground.

It's Pan Zhengyi!

Pan Zhengyi's left hand was severed shoulder to shoulder, and even a black will-o'-the-wisp was still burning on the wound, and not a single drop of blood flowed out.

The will-o'-the-wisp scorched the broken shoulder, and Pan Zhengyi was sweating profusely, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Um?"

Yi Lin waved Pan Zhengyi's shoulder from the air, and the black will-o'-the-wisp extinguished suddenly.

chi chi——

After the black flame was extinguished, Pan Zhengyi spat out blood from his broken shoulder.

After Nie Xiu chopped off Pan Zhengyi's arm, he didn't stop, and walked towards Yi Lin step by step without saying a word.

With a movement of his body, a path was crushed in the sea of ​​flowers, and countless petals were swept behind Nie Xiu by the strong wind!

Yi Lin casually threw a "ghost oil" card to Pan Zhengyi.

I don't have time to think about it too much.

Because... Nie Xiu has already killed him aggressively.

Extremely fast.

"From now on let..."

"snort!"

Nie Xiu snorted coldly, swept his right hand, and the sharp wind swept away where the broken knife passed, raising a large piece of petals to hide his figure.

Yi Lin's pupils shrank slightly.

Unexpectedly, Nie Xiu actually saw the weakness of [Disaster Riding].

1. There is a singing process.

Second, it must be within sight.

"Although this old man is old, he has rich combat experience."

A hint of surprise flashed in Yi Lin's eyes, but she was not too surprised or frustrated.

Calamity haunting is not a completely unsolvable skill, and there are always times when people see its flaws.

As an apostle, he has many and complicated skills, and it is impossible to use one routine to travel all over the world.

Nie Xiu's eyes were cold.

The red right eye, like a ghost, shone with a bloody light.

The petals all over the sky not only blocked Yi Lin's sight, but also blocked Nie Xiu's sight.

but……

It doesn't matter.

Nie Xiu had already memorized Yi Lin's location.

"Boy, you are too young."

Nie Xiu felt a little regretful, this kid was a genius to learn the "breathing method" that he had been comprehending for ten years in just one glance.

But... No matter what, this kid cannot be allowed to dig out that "thing".

Otherwise, his ten years of arrangements, his ten years of painstaking efforts, will be in vain.

"die!"

Pity.

Nie Xiu sighed silently in his heart.

With a movement of Nie Xiu's body, the ghostly aura was like wind, the knife broke in his hand, the black flame exploded, and he slashed towards the end of the petals on the other side of the sky.

That's... Yi Lin's position!

hiss--

The black sword light tears the void.

The petals in front of the two of them were forcibly split into a gap.

Every petal on the other side, slightly touched by the black flame, withered and withered instantly.

"What!"

Suddenly, when Nie Xiu split open the petals in the sky and saw clearly the two tombstones, his face turned pale with shock.

There--

Empty!

There are only two lonely graves!

The graves of Nie Hongxiu and Bai Xiaoyi!

"Escaped?"

Nie Xiu's pupils shrank suddenly, and the next moment, he looked into the sky.

Under that bloody moon, Yi Lin was actually floating in mid-air, her back standing proudly.

Behind it was the blood moon.

Nie Xiu opened his mouth wide.

Yi Lin smiled slightly in mid-air.

At this moment, Yi Lin's figure is like a god descending on the moon.

The palm of your hand... press down.

...

...

Another place in the foggy forest.

It was getting dark all around.

Li Changge and Wen Manni took off their sabers and put them aside, cuddling together.

There seems to be something wrong with the atmosphere.

How about the foreplay, no one knows.

Anyway, it's fast.

There are messy wheel marks all over the place.

"Song song..."

"Nini..."

"Song~"

"Nini!"

"ah!"

Wen Manni's face was flushed, and her legs were close together.

A trace of confusion also appeared in Li Changge's eyes.

The two got closer and closer.

Sudden--

There was a sudden tremor on the ground!

boom!

In the distance, there was a loud noise!

From... Ghost Mist Mountain!

With the sound of the shock, the two people sitting on the ground trembled.

Wen Manni stood up like a fawn that had been beaten to pieces, and hurriedly straightened her clothes.

"Uh...the weather is fine today..."

Li Changge scratched his head and said this in embarrassment.

"Ah! Not good, Gege, it's getting dark!"

Li Changge seemed to have just noticed that the thick fog around him was dyed blood red at some point.

In front of...

A piece of blood red.

"Go back to the village!"

Li Changge's eyes were fixed, but a trace of panic flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He hurriedly stuffed the saber on the ground into Wen Manni's hand.

The two ran in the direction of the village in a panic.