Devil Cry is unpredictable, playing with the moving pieces of flesh like a play.

These pieces of flesh are glittering with gold, and their whereabouts can be seen from afar. It is also because of their presence that the darkness is getting darker. With these two points, the ghost cries in this county like a fish returning to the sea, swimming freely and freely.

In order to cross a street, Oni May Cry exposes his figure. The arhats on the roof immediately attacked, and the bodhisattva let out a high-pitched chant, reminding everyone of the traces of the ghost crying. King Kong rushed furiously, like a ferocious buffalo.

The arrows that flew were either bounced off by the Devil Cry with a knife, or hit by the thin scale armor on the Devil Cry's body, and they were still bounced off. Ghost Cry didn't pay much attention to the sparse arrows.

The golden light shattered, the arrows snapped, and the dots of golden light flew like fireflies in the darkness.

The long knife came out of its sheath, and the cold frost-like knife light splashed, cutting an Arhat with a stick in half.

Then he jumped up and took the initiative to meet the Arhat who jumped from the roof, and in the staggered figures, the big head fell to the ground.

As soon as he landed, King Kong had already rushed to the front. A Zen stick rattled, bringing a whining wind and smashing down.

Boom!

The wind was blowing, the snow was flying, and the ripples rippled on the ground, revealing the gravel streets, and cracks spread on them.

Devil Cry held the knife to the side, his left hand against the ring, and the tip of the knife against King Kong's chest.

With a hard thrust, the blade cut through Kong's tough flesh, through his thick body, and peeked out from behind him.

Rumble!

The little giant-like King Kong fell to the ground, the ghost cried and turned, and the dance class dodged the smashed corpse, blood splattered in the street, and was thrown out by the tip of the knife, drawing a wonderful arc on the ground.

With a wipe of his hand on his waist, a little cold light was thrown out. The Bodhisattva, who was chanting loudly, covered his throat, and the chanting stopped abruptly.

Finally, after taking a look at the Bodhisattva who had fallen like a fly, the Oni Cry broke into a house.

Several golden Arhats followed closely and rushed in. Then only the soft chanting of bells and the clatter of metal were heard. A few sounds followed by a dull sound of flesh cutting.

The golden light in the room shone through the window paper, and the blood crackled on the window, which suddenly made the light more speckled. Immediately after, it seemed that a figure fell to the ground, and then the light dimmed, and the whole room fell into darkness and silence.

The arhats who had arrived in a hurry broke in, overturned the tables, chairs, and cabinets, and searched for traces of the ghost crying.

Devil Cry gently pushed open the window and jumped on the edge of the window, thinking that this time he would easily get rid of these fools as usual.

However, just as he was about to jump, he suddenly stopped his body and shook slightly.

Immediately after, a black arrow came down from above, and it pierced the wall with a bang. If the ghost cried and jumped down just now, he would have been nailed to the wall by this arrow in mid-air.

Ghost Cry hurriedly looked up, and in the whistling snow, a black shadow stood on the eaves, holding a huge iron-tired bow in one hand, and pulling out a thick wolf's tooth arrow from his waist in the other hand.

His long hair fluttered, his cloak fluttered, and his black iron armor rattled, but from this angle, his face was just covered by shadows, and he suddenly looked like a demon in the world.

This dress ......

The ghost cried tentatively, "No, no...... Wang Zhongwen?"

There was a noise behind him, and an Arhat broke into the room, and then, seeing the ghost crying.

He screamed and rushed over, and the ghost cried and grabbed the window frame, and hung his body up, and the arhat rushed out from under him, and fell into the street, and his head was broken and bleeding miserably.

The bow was like a thunderbolt, and the thick wolf's tooth arrows were like thunder and lightning, and they swirled and shot as if they were chasing their lives.

Devil Cry let go of the hand that grabbed the window frame, and suddenly the upper edge of the window frame exploded, and the sawdust danced wildly, if Ghost Cry was still holding on to it just now, the palm of the hand would be gone.

The arhat on the street covered his head and got up, screaming and rushing to the ghost cry in mid-air who had not yet landed.

Ghost Cry took a breath and kicked on the wall, facing the rushing Arhat, the flying immortal step, his body spinning and moving sideways in the air.

While avoiding the iron rod in the arhat's hand, a ring of knife light wrapped around the body and passed through the arhat's neck.

The blood slammed out a foot high, the golden light shattered, and the corpses lay across the street.

Such a noise attracted the attention of the surrounding pieces of meat.

Bodhisattvas are the most keen, but they are very weak in combat, but they are also good at it. Since they found that the blood in the jade bottle could not save the Arhat King Kong who was killed by the ghost cry, they abandoned the jade net bottle and picked up the wooden fish, the gong, the copper bell, and the big drum instead.

Fighting, becoming a unique charm.

Arhats poured into the street like a tide, shouting "Amitabha" in the solemn sound of the Buddha, raising their sticks, knives and guns in their hands.

Arrows came and went, and the ghost cried and cut off 5 heads in one go, cut off two weapons, and then was carried by a King Kong and crashed into a house.

The wall collapsed directly, the hat flew in the air, and the house was instantly turned into ruins. King Kong lay on the ground, did not get up, and the brilliant golden light dimmed.

Oni Cry rolled out beneath him, drawing the long knife from his neck. He took a mouthful of bloody saliva, picked up the hat that was still rolling on the ground, patted off the snowflakes on it, and put it back on his head.

Wang Zhongwen, or General Shura, wandered around, as if he had smelled a bloody shark. He's looking for an opportunity, and when he finds one, he'll step forward and take a bite.

The strings thundered, and another arrow pierced through the air.

Devil Cry gave up climbing over the wall and ducked to the side, the thick wolf's tooth arrow plunging headlong into the brick wall, the crack spreading, and the tail feathers quivered.

More arhats gathered around, more bodhisattvas sang with their necks raised, and the chanting of the Buddha was loud and magnificent.

Ghost Cry threw out two throwing knives, and the two Arhats fell to the ground. They didn't die, but they were soon trashed in the rubble mercilessly by their companions, and after a moment of friction, their flesh and blood were blurred and dying.

The messy footsteps made the rippling ripples start to mess up, but that didn't stop them from passing the message to Ghost Cry.

Devil Cry walked lightly along the wall, keeping his distance from these arhats.

It is convenient to shovel the crescent moon in the sky, the red tassel gun blooms like a peach blossom, the iron rod is straight when the chest is on the bucket, and the Zen stick is rounded and smashed into the pocket.

The walls were smashed and pitted and debris danced, and Ghost Cry calmly swung out one knife after another.

Then, the shovel fell to the ground, the red tassel gun broke, the iron rod was out of control, and the Zen staff flew in the air.

The arhats were also desolate, or their arms and legs were chopped off, and they fell to the ground and struggled powerlessly under the big feet of their companions. Or a big hole is cut in the abdomen, and the bloody stuff gushes out without money. Or the throat was cut, or the chest was pierced......

In the midst of the struggle, more than a dozen figures fell.

However, the number of arhats is so great that there are many more to come.

Seeing that Ghost Cry had fallen into a crisis, General Shura on the roof suddenly noticed that something was wrong, raised his hand and bent his bow, this time it was too late. The brick wall was humiliated and suddenly collapsed.

The dust spread, and Devil Cry took three steps in an instant, then crashed headlong into an inn, then overturned the tables and chairs, temporarily blocked the Arhats, and then broke into the kitchen without looking back.