The whistling and jingling of bells swept in the wind, two figures staggered, and a string of sparks exploded.

Blades and blades are facing each other, each not giving in, and they are constantly looking for each other's weaknesses, trying to kill each other with one blow.

The white wolf general is taller and more powerful, and his heavy and wide sword is whirring in his hand, and every blow has a thousand powers.

The ghost cry is more flexible, the slender knife flashes with cold light, and the faint sound of breaking the air is like a poisonous snake spitting letters, he is like a poisonous snake, swimming around, and the sharp fangs that occasionally show are terrifying.

In the eyes of the ghost, a giant white wolf pounced on him. And in the eyes of the White Wolf General, countless evil ghosts howled at him.

Bang!

The heavy knife slashed into the ground, the earth rolled in waves, two pebbles were cut in two, and the whirring wind blew up dead leaves all over the ground, dancing in the air.

The ghost cry suddenly disappeared in the eyes of the white wolf general, and a black shadow in the battle knife slashed, and the black shadow turned into green smoke with the wind, which made the white wolf general vigilant in his heart. Out of the corner of his eye, a cold light bloomed.

The heavy armor on his body gave General White Wolf a stronger defense, but it also limited his movements, preventing him from being as flexible as Ghost Cry. However, the memory of inheritance made him make the best choice.

The white wolf general was short, bowed his head violently, and took the initiative to meet him with his helmet. "Snort", with a bit of harshness, a string of sparks bloomed in the helmet.

Ghost Cry gasped violently, and quickly drew his knife and retreated. Sure enough, the wide sword swept across, and the whistling wind blew his robe.

If Devil's Cry's long knife is an assassin, every blow is swift and deadly, and silent. Then, General White Wolf's sword is a fierce general, and every blow is terrifying, wrapped in overwhelming power.

Once again, the two stood two steps apart and stood facing each other, their chests rising and falling violently.

Every time the White Wolf General slashes, he consumes a lot of physical strength. And the ghost shadow step that Ghost Cry used just now also made his demonic spirit a little unable to keep up.

In a moment, the two men met again.

The Devil Cry Knife is the first to attack. The White Wolf General raised his sword to meet him, but he struck a miss.

The long knife twisted in a strange amplitude, and the white wolf general was caught off guard with a straight stab. He raised his broad knife and placed it in front of him.

However, the strangeness of this knife once again surprised General White Wolf.

The back of the knife was attached to the back of the knife, and in a flash of spark, the white wolf general's shoulder was hit by a knife at a tricky angle.

The shoulder armor made a piercing grinding sound, and the white wolf general's body shook slightly, and the ghost cry had already retreated, and the speed was fast, like a snake that bit the opponent and quickly retracted its head.

The White Wolf General's return shot missed, and immediately after, he noticed that something was wrong with his shoulder.

As soon as I rolled my eyes, I saw that the tendon that fixed the shoulder armor had been cut with a knife.

This knife!

The white wolf general was shocked in his heart, looking like a ghost crying, and couldn't help but be more vigilant.

In fact, in the battle, a knife cut the tendon through such a small gap, and the speed, stability, and accuracy of this knife have far surpassed him.

In this duel, although he had the advantage of strength, speed and armor, and because the opponent had been injured before, he had the advantage of physical strength, but not only did he not get the advantage, but he was at a disadvantage little by little.

General White Wolf could clearly feel that this opponent with narrow eyes and a fierce face had gradually figured out his sword skills, and once he completely understood it, it would be the time for him to be defeated.

But he was still confused about his knife skills, and he couldn't even get a glimpse of half a claw.

No, it can't be delayed.

The white wolf general suddenly pulled back, and the ghost cried and chased after him, only half of the chase, and suddenly his heart was shocked. He looked at the posture of the white wolf general, the way of transport, and suddenly understood that this was a drag-knife style, and he couldn't chase it.

So he immediately stopped the pursuit, and in an instant, a white light rose from the ground, and the whistling knife wind blew across his cheeks, causing a pain. The blade whined, as if a vicious wolf was roaring in front of him.

The White Wolf General took a step back, kicked the ground, sank into the dirt, and stopped retreating. With a "click", the knife was returned to its sheath. Leaning down, one hand holding the scabbard, the other hand resting on the hilt, a pair of green eyes, staring straight at the ghost crying.

Knife Pull !!

The ghost cried and his hair stood on end, as if he saw a creeping tiger, ready to strike, ready to strike a fatal blow.

The ghost cried and took a breath, abandoning all the pain in his body, and the chatter of those unjust spirits in his ears.

Lunge under your feet, slowly raise the long knife, just above your head. The bell and ribbon hung down at the head of the ring on the hilt, covering the bridge of the nose straight and splitting the face of the devil crying in two.

The edge of the knife is facing the sky, and a snow-white blade like autumn water is slightly tilted upward. A strange light flashed on the blade, converging on the tip of the blade, like a bright star.

His eyes were also fixed on the White Wolf General, his brain was running rapidly, and the muscles on his body were squirming slightly, continuing to adjust, slowly accumulating strength.

At this moment, even the blood addiction quietly subsided. His eyes were still scarlet, but inside he was not mad greed, but the raging flames of war.

The legs squirmed slightly, and the two sides were getting closer little by little, constantly adjusting themselves, looking for each other's flaws.

At this moment, the wind also stopped.

Under the moonlight, the river sparkles, slowly lapping the surface of the river, making a lazy sound.

The wolves formed a circle around the periphery, holding their breath, looking at the two people who were fighting, and did not dare to make any movement in this area of slaughter.

Suddenly, both of them stopped their subtle movements. They are like a sculpture, standing there quietly.

At this moment, both of them have adjusted their state to the extreme, and the distance has also been adjusted to the extreme, just waiting for one opportunity, one time to kill each other with one blow.

It's quiet, it's quiet, and the earth is dull. The dullness brought by this sense of tranquility descended on all the creatures who watched this duel, and it weighed on their hearts, and they were bound.

Both Devil Cry and General White Wolf could clearly hear each other's breathing, they could clearly hear each other's hearts beating strongly, and they could even hear the sound of blood flowing in each other's veins.

The sound is amplified little by little.

At this moment, the two sides are like lovers. Their eyes have become extremely narrow and can only accommodate each other. And their hearts are open for each other, carefully exploring each other, feeling each other's emotions, and because of this, they are entangled together. Except for each other, everything else was ignored.

The two breaths, evenly matched, have changed from the original division to the current entanglement.

Finally, the variables appeared.

Sun Wulang was disemboweled by an arrow and kept bleeding. At this moment, he finally couldn't hold it anymore and passed out.

His hand, as it hit the floor, let out a crisp "Boom!".

Qiang Bell !!

The white wolf general suddenly drew his sword, and at this moment, he turned into the master of the wind, controlling the wind, condensing into countless blades, and slashing towards the ghost cry.

The bell that stayed in front of me shook violently, and the bell rang suddenly. Ghost Cry opened his eyes violently. The pupils, which were one size smaller than ordinary people, were scarlet. With the pupil as the center, the cobweb-like blood threads spread.

With a knife, the flames bloomed, as if a phoenix spread its wings and soared into the air.