At first, only a few people saw it, and then, under their coaxing, people looked over there.

Ghost Cry has good eyesight, and it doesn't take long to see it.

On the pier, a man appeared.

From afar, he looked tall, with a slender figure, his long shirt and sleeves ripped off, revealing his slender and powerful arms. Long hair fluttering, with a scimitar pinned to his waist.

In the sunlight, there seemed to be something on his face reflecting the light, and when he looked closely, his teeth were exposed.

He's laughing.

I smile at ship anchored at sea and smile brightly.

At first, Devil Cry thought it was the man he had seen at the inn, but later found out that it wasn't. The scimitar belonged to the man, but the man changed.

Then, when Devil Cry saw it, he picked up a paddle on the dock and kicked a plank into the sea, stepping on it, and the oar tossed the sea and came this way.

The bell swayed violently and the bell rang rapidly.

The pupils constricted, and the piercing screams came and went: "Open the boat, open the boat!"

The sails were raised, the crew's muscles were high, the chains were stretched straight, and they struggled to drag the heavy anchor.

However, it's too late!

The man seemed rusty at first, and after a few strokes, he just spun in circles. But soon, he found the trick, and then, at breakneck speed.

The oars spun like propellers, drawing an afterimage in his hands, constantly lapping the sea, splashing snowflakes and connecting them.

The planks slashed across the sea, leaving a straight trail that startled the fish to flee.

Ghost Cry calculated the distance between each other, and his heart sank.

He could see clearly that by the time the boat started, the other party was close enough. If he guesses correctly, this distance is within the opponent's attack range.

Around the man, bugs flew, and from time to time landed on the man's shoulders and on the planks.

"Demon!" the ghost cried and chewed on these two words, which he overheard in the inn. It's very vague, I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but now that I think about it, it's worth scrutinizing.

"Big black!" Ghost Cry suddenly shouted.

The big black horse ran out of the cabin and went to the deck, looking at the ghost and crying suspiciously.

"Brother, we're going to fight!"

Once the man was approached and on board, everyone was doomed.

The big black horse glanced at the man who was approaching quickly, and couldn't help but shudder. Ghost Cry patted the big black horse on the neck and turned over on the horse.

"Ghost cry brother!" the fake monk strode over and threw something. Ghost Cry catches it, it's a talisman. There is a red cloth sewn on the outside, and there are herbal runes inside, which are slightly hot to the touch, just enough to accept.

"The third mother-in-law asked me to give it to you. The false monk said, "There are only three breaths." ”

Ghost Cry nodded and took a deep breath. With the reins, the big black horse man stood up, his front hooves raised, and he stepped heavily on the deck, and shot out like an arrow.

The bell rang away, and everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and look at the ghost crying with anticipation.

The closer you get, the more pressure you have.

Every inch of skin was like a needle prick, and the strange demonic aura on the man's body had unconsciously affected so far.

It's not as powerful as those huge monsters, nor is it as explosive as the ghost crying them, but it's even more treacherous, unconsciously making people's hearts chill, numb hands and feet, and their strength can't play half of it.

Evil thoughts surged, spreading along the bell, not only helping the ghost cry to dispel those malicious demonic energy, but also resisting those demonic qi around the body.

The corners of the man's mouth curled up on the plank, and he smiled evilly, and his fingers lightly tapped on the scabbard.

Buzz Buzz ......

The creepy flapping of wings was continuous.

Countless insects flew out of him, flew out of the planks, flew into the sky, hovered in the sky, densely packed, and swooped down like locusts passing through.

No, it's even more terrible than locust transit. Locusts don't eat people, these bugs, this eats people. In just a few moments, you will be able to eat all the human entrails, leaving only the skin, and you will have to give birth to the cubs in your womb.

The wind rushed towards him, Ghost Cry lowered the hat, his long hair danced in the wind, the fingers of his right hand were on the scabbard, and the thumb of his left hand was against the gauntlet, slowly exerting force.

The blade rubbed against the scabbard, brushing, and the sound was slender.

First the brass blade, then the snow-white blade, the sharp blade shot out millimeters the size of a grain of rice, and the brilliant fire continued to swim towards the tip of the blade.

For every inch you pull out, you take a point.

The waves trampled by the horses' hooves and the water splashed in a string. In the galloping, the big dark horse finally overcame the fear in his heart, and began to ignore the terrifying flying insects, and only the man's figure was reflected in his eyes.

The slightly hot talisman began to become scorching, and the flying insects that pounced on it seemed to hit an invisible barrier and burned one after another. Turned into a little spark, like a rain of fire. Falling on the surface of the sea, swallowed up by the undulating waves, falling on horseback, shaken off by fur, falling on a hat, blown away by the wind.

The big black horse ran faster and faster, and the oncoming wind became more and more urgent, but the knife in Ghost Cry's hand was still so unhurried.

In the narrow eyes, the pair of small pupils contained a huge sword, like a giant sword like Mount Tai.

On the board, the smile on the man's face was no longer so bright, he dropped the oar, touched the hilt of the knife with his right hand, and then held it.

That man and horse, who had just been a small dot just a moment ago, had suddenly become so tall that they occupied all his vision.

Heavy, indescribably heavy.

The blue sea turned into a sea of blood, and countless bones floated to the surface, stretched out their rotting hands, and embraced him, grabbed his feet, and dragged him into the sea. The clear sky was darkening at some point, and the red sun was dripping blood.

The man raised his head, and the giant sword that was tied to countless iron chains above his head began to fall, and the iron chains couldn't stop collapsing, and the giant sword fell slowly.

It's slow, but it's unstoppable.

Looking ahead, the man and the horse were bathed in the rain of fire, stepping on the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, just like the giant sword above their heads, unstoppable.

"I'm so strong!" the man sighed, and the corners of his mouth turned up again: "But, I'm stronger!"

Choke!

Two snow-white sword lights collided, and dazzling sparks burst out.

The big black horse let out a pained hiss, and a column of water rose into the sky.

The blood turned into a full moon, flying more than three feet away, like a sharp blade, cutting into the sea, cutting through the sea, and submerging into it.

Tick!

Blood dripped from the tip of the knife, and the ghost cried and crawled on the horse's back, his teeth clenched, and a wave of weakness came to his heart, and he pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and ran back.

The man stood still, the planks shattered under his feet, his body covered in seawater, and a red scar slanted through his body. When Devil Cried turned to leave, the man's smile turned into a miserable laugh, and he fell backwards, smashed into the sea, and then melted.

Ghost Cry didn't look back, but he knew what was happening behind him, his heart was heavy, and the bell still rang non-stop.

That man, he didn't die so easily!