Tired of crying, the ghost sat against the wall, closed his eyes and stopped talking. Yan Chixia naturally saw it, and didn't bother anymore, just added some firewood to the fire, and then lay in the corner of the wall and continued to sleep, and the sound of snoring brought the ghost cry back to the daytime.

When the ghost cried about himself, there was a loud "boom", his eyes turned red, he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't see anything, and there was unbearable pain all over his body.

He opened his mouth to scream, but he was poured a puff of scorching smoke, his throat was hot, and he was burned instantly.

He choked and breathed through his nose, which was also injured in an instant. Smoke is inhaled into the lungs, and then the lungs ......

I can't see, I can't hear, I can't smell anything, except for the pain or pain in my body, four of the five senses are gone, only a faint sense of taste remains, and I feel the fishy sweetness in my mouth.

At that moment, it was as if he saw that the gates of hell were opening for him, and he also felt the suction, and the fear of returning home welled up in his heart.

At this moment, merit appears. It stabilized Ghost Cry's mind, and under its guidance, after landing on the ground, Ghost Cry staggered to a low lying, avoiding the place where the fire was most intense.

Then, in the midst of my mind, the dawn god light lit up. Devil Cry was so close to the light that saved him like never before, and then found that the light was only the appearance of the dawn of the divine light, just the outer packaging, and what was stored inside was a miracle.

After peeling back the shell, the dawn light vanished. The ghost cried and felt empty and lost. But soon, the loss was gone again.

He felt that the light that had been with him all the way and helped him to come to this world had not disappeared, but had become one with him.

Reach out and hold it, the knife is in your hand.

The knife is very long, and it usually takes a lot of effort to pull it out. But at this moment, Ghost Cry had a premonition, and he wanted to pull out this knife, just for a moment, faster than the blink of an eye.

He bent down, holding the scabbard in one hand, his thumb against the grid, and the hilt in the other, his thumb and index finger interlocked, also close to the grid. His hands were tucked away at his waist, and the scabbard was raised high from behind him.

The strange posture, but like a tiger entrenched ready to hunt, bowed its body, covered it with shrubs, put away its majesty, and when its thick palm landed, it was silent, little by little, approaching its prey.

The next moment, the wind rose, the tiger roared, and the knife came out.

The demonic energy has never been condensed, condensed on the blade. The long knife is also sharper than ever, sharp to the extreme.

This knife actually cut through the flames, cut through the smoke, and at the same time cut a path.

It is not only the way to survive, but also the ultimate way.

Forget all tricks, get back to basics, and use speed, bursts, eyesight, and determination to make a life-and-death decision.

A knife out, or life, or death!

He has become stronger and weaker.

He lost those rich moves forever, and he could never use the blade to flow fire, slash souls, and cut life and death. The ghost shadow step has also become a good memory of the past, and he can no longer make such a faint and fast pace as lightning.

He lost the smooth and flowery avenue, and turned and walked onto the steep and narrow path. And, there's no going back.

His demonic aura, if it used to be like a wire, now it is like a whole piece of stubborn iron, and his attack power is stronger, but don't think about any room for manipulation. He could only wave this piece of stubborn iron with the strength of a reckless man, and smashed the opponent's head with a "bang".

But even so, Oni Cry was not depressed.

Seon lost his horse, but he didn't know if it was a blessing.

The wind from the north, the influence of the demon qi, has become a shadow in the heart of the ghost crying. And now, the demonic aura like stubborn iron makes him feel at ease.

What's more, he's found a way to break out of hell.

Thank you, merit, for helping me open this door.

Thank you, Dawnbreaker, for bringing me a miracle!

It is impossible to get out of hell unless there is a miracle!

It is simply impossible to pull out such a long knife in an instant, unless there is - a miracle!

It's impossible to disconnect from hell, unless there is a miracle!

All along, the way to break the connection with Hell was to cry out of Devil Cry, but he didn't realize it.

And now, he perceived, naturally, the time of separation.

Ghost Cry stood up against the wall, he was badly injured and struggled to move, but he didn't make a sound.

His leg was injured and he walked with a limp, but he was just as light and didn't make a sound.

He came to the fire, his eyes could not see, but his heart was always bright, and everything in the house was under his control.

So, he stopped at the fire and didn't step on it.

The right hand is seriously injured, and you can't use too much force for a short time, but you still have your left hand.

He grabbed the scabbard with his right hand and the hilt with his left, and leaned down.

There are three ways to disconnect from hell. The first way is to kill yourself completely. The second way is to shatter hell completely. The third method is to completely cut off the bridge.

Killing yourself is definitely not something you can do, and shattering hell is definitely not possible, so all you can do is the third way, cut the bridge.

Looking at himself, Devil Cry found the bridge. Evil thoughts are the bridge between Devil Cry and Hell, it is deeply imprinted in the soul of Devil Cry, unless the soul of Devil Cry is broken, or a miracle occurs, it will never disappear.

And now, a miracle has struck!

The corners of his mouth curled up, pulling the injury, and the blood on his face dripped and fell to the ground, becoming shattered. Pleasure, unprecedented pleasure.

"Hell, may we ......"

Brush!

Knife out!

With the crescent-like trajectory, the dazzling flames in front of him were instantly shaved into a flat head!

This knife cut through the flames and shattered the evil thoughts that were entangled with the soul. Evil thoughts are indeed a good helper, very useful, but for it, Devil May Cry has no nostalgia.

"There will be no time in the future!"

The ghost cried silently and put away the knife, and his body was as straight as a sword. The blade rubs against the scabbard, and the sound is smooth and silky, which is very pleasant to the ear.

After the ghost cried, Yan Chixia's eyes widened, her mouth opened wide, and her face was incredible. The moment the devil's crying blood dripped on the ground, he woke up and saw this incredible scene.

Just kidding, I must have slept too much and got confused.

The fire was cut off, and he had seen quite a few. But it was cut vertically, not so much as the fire, but the object that was on fire.

And in front of him, the ghost cried and shaved the flame's head flattened with a knife, how did this tnd happen.

Yan Chixia looked confused, Yan Chixia began to doubt life, how can a person's swordsmanship be so clever, heaven does not tolerate it!

After a while, the flame returned to its original state, and at this time, the scabbard also happened to completely accommodate the blade, and in a crisp click, Yan Chixia's faint voice came from behind him: "Brother Yang, I haven't seen you for a long time, you are getting more and more angry!"