The old ghost hunter, no, it should be said that he was the former legendary ghost hunter... Nie Xiu.

When he heard from Yi Lin that he had abandoned his real name for many years, his turbid eyes suddenly shot out two rays of light.

Like lightning and frost.

Sharp and cold.

"How did you know?"

A few seconds later, Nie Xiu continued to say to himself without waiting for Yi Lin to answer: "It's been ten years... Is there anyone outside who remembers me, Nie Xiu?"

Yi Lin smiled without saying a word.

Nor answered.

Guess, guess, guess?

He could not tell Nie Xiu that when he understood the "killing skills", a certain will exposed Nie Xiu's little secret with great sincerity?

The more Yi Lin didn't say it, Nie Xiu was even more motivated by himself.

Nie Xiu's face turned pale and looked at Pan Zhengyi who was smiling in front of him.

In Nie Xiu's hand, he was also holding the broken knife used to carve bones.

And Pan Zhengyi also had a broken knife in his hand.

There were still whispers in Yi Lin's ears from time to time.

In the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, the inexplicable feeling made Yi Lin feel uncomfortable all over.

It was as if he was going to drag him into endless madness.

Even the air around was filled with a cold chill.

Grizzly.

This ghost mist mountain is a bit weird.

Perhaps just as the explanation of the red shore flower, it is at the junction of yin and yang.

Living people are here...not suitable for long-term stay.

"Who is Nie Hongxiu you?"

Yi Lin raised her head and asked suddenly.

Nie Xiu remained silent.

Close your eyes.

After a while, Nie Xiu was shocked.

A terrifying aura swept across the sea of ​​flowers.

The petals of the other side of the sky formed spiral styles and rose into the sky.

Finally, after Nie Xiu, he condensed into a hideous skeleton!

Blue veins appeared faintly around Nie Xiu's right eye.

When he opened his eyes again, the right eye had turned blood red.

It's like...ghost!

At the same time, the broken knife in Nie Xiu's hand ignited a black flame.

The flame not only did not emit a hot temperature, but instead caused the temperature on the top of the Ghost Misty Mountain to suddenly drop a little.

Nie Xiu spoke again, but his voice became erratic, with a little hoarseness. At first glance, it sounded like an evil ghost returning from hell, emitting endless evil thoughts.

"No one can escape from this mountain..."

"This is a place of cursed..."

"Everyone must die."

Pan Zhengyi suddenly took a few steps back.

“Yo?”

Pan Zhengyi chuckled, his eyes lit up.

"Haha, it's fun."

Pan Zhengyi shook his right hand, and the broken knife in his hand also ignited a black flame.

Nie Xiu's pupils shrank slightly.

"You actually..."

There was a little more surprise in Nie Xiu's cold eyes.

Pan Zhengyi did not talk nonsense, and moved his body and directly carried the broken knife with the "special effects" attached to it and rushed towards Nie Xiu.

Nie Xiu smiled coldly, facing Pan Zhengyi's offensive, he was fearless and fought directly together.

Dangdangdangdangdangdang-

The two of them were getting faster and faster, and countless petals were raised in the sea of ​​flowers. Gradually, it became so fast that it became increasingly difficult to distinguish the movements of the two.

In Yi Lin's eyes, there seemed to be only two balls of black flames, which were about to part with one touch, and then part with another touch.

Sudden--

A figure flew out towards Yi Lin.

Spitting blood.

An arm flew into the sky.

It was cut off!

Yi Lin slowly stretched out her hand with no expression on her face.

When the flying figure was about to hit Yi Lin, it was about ten centimeters away from Yi Lin's palm and suddenly stopped.

Then he fell to the ground in depression.

It's Pan Zhengyi!

Pan Zhengyi's left hand was broken by shoulder-length shoulders, and even a black ghost fire burned on the wound, and no drop of blood flowed out.

The ghost fire corroded the broken shoulders with hissing. Pan Zhengyi was sweating heavily, his face turned pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Um?"

Yi Lin waved his palms on Pan Zhengyi's shoulders from the air, and the black ghost fire suddenly went out.

Hissing-

After the black flames were extinguished, Pan Zhengyi's broken shoulder spurted out blood.

After Nie Xiu cut off Pan Zhengyi's arm with a knife, he did not pause and stepped towards Yi Lin without saying a word.

With a moving body, he actually crushed a path in the sea of ​​flowers. Countless petals were swept behind Nie Xiu by the strong wind!

Yi Lin threw a "ghost oil" card to Pan Zhengyi.

There is no time to take care of too much for the time being.

Because... Nie Xiu had already killed him in a fierce manner.

Extremely fast.

"Start from now on..."

"snort!"

Nie Xiu snorted coldly, swept his right hand, and wherever the knife passed, the sharp wind swept away, lifting a large piece of petals, hiding his figure.

Yi Lin's pupils shrank slightly.

Unexpectedly, Nie Xiu actually saw the weakness of [Disasters].

1. There is a chanting process.

2. Must be within sight.

"Although this old man is old, he has rich combat experience."

A trace of surprise flashed in Yi Lin's eyes, but she was not too surprised or frustrated.

Disasters are not completely unsolvable skills, and there are always times when people see the flaws.

As an apostle, his skills are numerous and complex, and it is impossible to use one routine to travel all over the world.

Nie Xiu's eyes were cold.

The red right eye was like a ghost, flashing with a bloody light.

The petals in the sky not only obscured Yi Lin's vision, but also obscured Nie Xiu's vision.

but……
To be continued...