Run, run, run......

Zhang Dalang rushed for his life, like a wild dog.

He ran into a wood, crossed a raging stream, fell and was washed downstream, where he came ashore again, but still could not escape the crisp chime that followed him.

Moreover, the crisp bell is getting closer and closer, as if the evil ghost is asking for his life.

He was wounded, and the deadly demonic energy was boiling in his body, and if he continued like this, he would have to be caught up and killed sooner or later. Finally, he stopped running away, like a beast cornered, ready to fight desperately.

In an instant, Ghost Cry chased after him, and the two looked at each other through the rain curtain, and this time, neither of them used demonic energy to affect each other.

It wasn't long before they used demonic energy to influence each other, and in such a short period of time, the resistance remained in the opponent's body, and they couldn't affect the other party for a while, it was just in vain.

So, this time, it's about courage, strength, speed, knife skills, and some luck.

Zheng!

Swords and guns rang out, and the rain curtain behind him was cut by a knife.

Zhang Dalang roared and rushed forward with two sharp knives.

Bite!

With a crisp sound, the long knife retracted like lightning.

Zhang Dalang's pupils shrank, but instead of retreating, he advanced and rushed forward.

He thought very simply, the opponent's knife is long, retreat, and he will be safe for a while, but he can no longer raise his head, he can only defend in embarrassment, and he will lose his life if he defends it for a long time. Enter, it is very dangerous, it is likely to be killed by a knife, but it may also approach him, the two sides are close, he has two knives, the knife is short, and the advantage is great.

However, as he entered, the ghost cried but retreated, keeping an extremely stable distance.

The knife flashed, and there was another "ding", and Zhang Dalang's shoulder was broken by a knife.

Zhang Dalang roared angrily, but was muffled by the rumbling thunder. He continued to move forward, and there was another knife in his face, which he raised his hand to defend against, but his hand fluttered, which felt very wrong.

This knife is a feint.

Not good, he hurriedly raised his other hand. But, it's too late!

The sword light was like a white horse, flashing, and the blood flowers on the thighs bloomed.

The artery is cut and the blood flows like an infusion.

Zhang Dalang's face turned pale, and he quickly licked the blade and shot the sharp knife in his hand, trying to force it back.

Under the hat, the ghost cry looked cold, carried the knife with both hands, the tip of the knife lightly touched the ground, and then the knife edge suddenly flicked upward.

"Jingle" twice, two sharp knives were flicked off, and they passed by the ghost crying on both sides.

One of the hands of the Devil Cry was pressed against the handle of the knife, and the other hand held the handle of the knife, and he walked forward quickly, behind him was a series of blooming water splashes, one by one, like a blooming lotus flower.

Push the stab!

Thunderbolts fell from the sky, and white light shot out.

Again, the earth was white.

The two figures dragged on for a long time, and finally merged with the shadows of the trees in the woods.

The slender blade, glowing with dazzling silver light, penetrated the raging rainstorm, and this stab was so deep that it was stable and ruthless.

Poof!

The knife pierced into the shoulder socket, and the blood bloomed.

In the dazzling white light, the two leaned forward, and the green tendons of the word "well" on their foreheads bulged at the same time.

Ghost Cry carried the knife on his head, pushed Zhang Dalang all the way forward, and nailed him to a big tree.

Zhang Dalang spat out blood, and finally couldn't help but let out a miserable scream, but a distorted smile appeared on his face.

Finally, I leaned into this difficult opponent. The distance is just right!

Rumbling thunder, the earth turned dark again.

At this moment, the double knives in his hands stabbed the ghost crying like lightning.

However, a short knife appeared in Devil Cry's left hand, dark and broad, held by Devil Cry, clinging to his arm.

"Dangdang" twice, Zhang Dalang's mouth shook violently.

If he hadn't been hurt and hadn't been nailed to a tree, he would still be able to hold the knife and even fight back.

But now, the severe pain has taken half of his strength away, so he can't even hold the knife at the moment. The tremendous force caused his wound to tear open in an instant, and two sharp knives flew out with a whirl.

"Brush brush" is two knives again, this time, pick tendons!

"Ah——!!h

In the desperate howl, Zhang Dalang opened his mouth and came towards the ghost cry, and then his neck was pressed against the black short knife. Zhang Dalang's face was hideous, panting: "You, who the hell is it?"

Another lightning bolt struck, thunder exploded in his ears, and more than ten meters in front of the left, a large tree burned.

In the flickering firelight, Oni Cry raised his head, his long, narrow eyes shooting out a cold light. He opened his mouth and smiled, his neat white teeth reflected the firelight, his red gums oozed blood, and his teeth clenched very tightly: "You, haven't you been looking for me?"

"It's you, it's you who killed my brother!"

Zhang Dalang was furious in an instant, and the sharp knife cut his neck, making him honest again.

"What about killing?"

"Kill you. He said viciously.

"Give you a chance. ”

Ghost Cry suddenly smiled, and pulled out the knife stuck in his shoulder socket. Losing the support of the long knife, Zhang Dalang suddenly knelt on the ground.

The ghost cried and pulled a knife flower, flicked the blade, shook off the blood stains on it and the water droplets, and then carried it on his shoulder, and turned his body around on his own.

At this moment, hope rose in Zhang Dalang's heart, and he pulled out the last two knives.

The two "clanging" sounds were one after another, and the two sharp knives were knocked out without resistance.

However, Zhang Dalang's killing move is not this. He opened his bloody mouth, his sharp jagged teeth exposed, and as long as he bit it, even a little scrape, he won.

Seeing, getting closer and closer.

Seeing it, it was about to bite the devil's crying neck.

Zhang Dalang's mouth opened wider and wider, and his tongue, which was more than a foot long, swayed wildly.

Die!

A black light flashed, and his mouth, like a spring of blood, was directly torn open to the root of his ear.

The ghost crying figure flashed, and Zhang Dalang pounced. Fell to the ground.

At this moment, he has become a clay man. It's just that there is still blood gushing out, and then it is washed away by the rain in an instant. He lay on the ground, like a dead dog, completely in despair.

"You know, the same desperate people who died at your hands were at the beginning. ”

He tried to refute, but he couldn't speak, and Ghost Cry didn't intend to let him speak.

A knife stabbed him in the back, piercing the heart along the way, then coming out of the chest and into the dirt, pinning him to the ground.

Zhang Dalang's vitality is really strong and terrifying. Turning his head section by section, it looks like a rusty machine. His mouth opened and closed slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Ghost Cry grabbed the handle of the knife indifferently and twisted it hard, this time, it was really blood gushing like a spring.

In an instant, Zhang Dalang stiffened, tears broke down in his eyes, and then softened.

All of a sudden, the rain became lighter, the sky quickly cleared, and the dark clouds in the sky quickly disappeared without a trace.

At the edge of the lake, officials and people sat on the ground. Everything is so thrilling.

In the woods, birds chirped. Ghost Cry took a deep breath, and suddenly felt relaxed.

He drew his knife, and at the same time unsheathed it, glanced at the corpse on the ground, bent down and dragged it, and threw it onto the fork of the burning tree.

Seeing the corpse burn along with the lightning tree, he turned around and went back the way he came.

Under the much lighter rain, he arrived at the door of Li Daniu's house and picked up his scabbard. Then I went all the way and passed by Long Wu's cousin's house.

Under the eaves, the bloody ghost smiled at him and dissipated into the sunlight.

At Li Wenwen's house, Mrs. Li folded her hands and thankfully did not delay the marriage.

When the ghost cried and came home, the sky was finally completely clear.