Gululu.
The Ghost Faced King's head fell to the ground.
Zhao Kongcheng's body swayed and he fell straight down.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Lin Qiye caught Zhao Kongcheng's body steadily. It was only then that he realized how bad Zhao Kongcheng's physical condition was.
Scratches, bruises, falls... In Lin Qiye's mental perception, his body was densely covered with wounds, and gurgling blood flowed out from them, dyeing most of the rain and cement puddles under him red. There were at least five or six broken bones in his body. Lin Qiye couldn't imagine how Zhao Kongcheng could stand up with such serious injuries.
The most terrible thing is that Lin Qiye can clearly feel that Zhao Kongcheng's body is declining rapidly, and his vitality is like a fire in the ashes, getting weaker and weaker...
Lin Qiye sat beside Zhao Kongcheng at a loss, "Your body..."
"Cough cough cough...it's okay, it's just a side effect of forcing the potential to explode."
"If you continue like this, you will die."
"I know."
"Is it okay to die?"
"Heh heh heh heh..." Zhao Kongcheng wanted to laugh, but halfway through his laughter, he coughed up blood again, "It's not a bad thing, at least I experienced the Forbidden Ruins before I died, and..."
"And what?"
"And I did it. I slashed my sword into the abyss and stained the sky with blood." Zhao Kongcheng stretched out his hand tremblingly, touched the mud under him, and found a hand of blood. "With this amount of blood, even if it cannot stain the sky, it will stain the earth." It should be no problem."
Lin Qiye was stunned, "But there are not millions of people behind you, and no one except me can see your efforts. Is it worth it?"
Zhao Kongcheng smiled and did not answer.
"Do me a favor."
"you say."
"There's a pack of cigarettes in your pocket, light it for me."
Lin Qiye fumbled in Zhao Kongcheng's breast pocket for a while, took out a cigarette soaked in rain, and then took out a lighter from his pants pocket.
After holding the cigarette in Zhao Kongcheng's mouth, Lin Qiye stretched out his hand to protect the lighter from the rain and pressed it several times.
Thump, thump...thump!
A wisp of flame lit up the cigarette in Zhao Kongcheng's mouth.
He took a deep breath and let out a long breath as if his whole body felt comfortable.
Zhao Kongcheng held a cigarette in his mouth and stared at the gray sky. The rain fell on his face and slid down his cheeks...
"Lin Qiye."
"Um."
"I slashed the Ghost-Faced King with one knife, did you see it?"
"I saw."
The corners of Zhao Kongcheng's mouth could not help but rise. He was very happy.
Lin Qiye nodded and was about to say something when suddenly, his whole body shook slightly.
He turned his head stiffly and saw a burly headless corpse rising slowly from the mud in the distance...
On its body, a pale and weird face crawled like a parasite, from its legs to its back, and from its back to its chest...
Finally, it grew on the Ghost-Faced King's chest.
On the side of the head that had just been chopped off, the pale grimace had disappeared without a trace.
Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly shrank!
The Ghost-Faced King...isn't dead yet.
The rain is still falling.
Zhao Kongcheng looked at the sky, still thinking about the scene just now, and did not notice the change in Lin Qiye's expression.
"Damn it, the guy who couldn't even be hacked to death by the captain was hacked to death by me... Lin Qiye, do you think I'm powerful?"
Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, looked down at Zhao Kongcheng in his arms, and nodded heavily.
"Yeah, awesome!"
"With such great achievements, if I can survive, I will definitely become a general, right?"
"It must be possible." Lin Qiye's eyes were full of determination, "You have to live!"
"hey-hey."
Zhao Kongcheng seemed to have imagined something, and his face was filled with satisfaction.
However, the light in his eyes was gradually extinguished.
Lin Qiye's hands trembled slightly. He shook Zhao Kongcheng's body and shouted in a low voice:
"Zhao Kongcheng! You haven't become a general yet, so you can't die!"
Zhao Kongcheng seemed to be unable to hear Lin Qiye's voice, and his eyes gradually blurred... He opened his mouth, and his voice sounded like a mosquito:
"I...were you handsome just now?"
"Handsome!" Lin Qiye's lips trembled and he nodded firmly,
"Very handsome! More handsome than anyone I have ever seen!"
The corners of Zhao Kongcheng's mouth curved slightly, his eyes slowly closed, and his body relaxed.
Zhao Kongcheng is dead.
Blah blah blah...
Lin Qiye sat there in a daze, the rain blurred his eyes, but he still did not take his eyes away from Zhao Kongcheng.
Until...the heavy footsteps sounded again.
Lin Qiye pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and slowly sat up from the ground...
He turned around and his eyes fell on the headless corpse of the Ghost-Faced King in the distance. There seemed to be a blazing sun burning in his eyes!
He took two steps forward,
Pull out a straight knife stuck diagonally on the ground!
That is Zhao Kongcheng's knife.
Lin Qiye held the knife and walked towards the Ghost-Faced King step by step. The rain soaked him, but it could not extinguish the anger in his heart!
And those burning golden eyes!
The ghost face on the corpse of the Ghost-Faced King was twisted, and it seemed to be roaring silently. Its pace became faster and faster, and finally, it was like a staggering giant beast, crashing toward Lin Qiye!
The headless Ghost-Faced King, whose right arm had been chopped off by Zhao Kongcheng, could only rely on the sharp claws of his left hand to launch a violent attack like a storm!
Holding the knife in his hand, Lin Qiye could always predict its attack trajectory, and then stagger his body like lightning to avoid the attack.
He was like a midnight butterfly, fluttering in the biting wind, but never leaving a leaf behind.
The terrifying dynamic visuals and the speed bonus of the Starry Night Dancer made Lin Qiye seem like a ghost at this moment.
Lin Qiye dodged more than ten attacks from the Ghost-Faced King in a row, raised his hand with an expressionless expression, and swung the knife fiercely!
This time, his target was not any vital part of the body, but the pale ghost face that resided on the chest of the Ghost-Faced King's body!
If he guessed correctly, this ghost face is the true form of the Ghost-Faced King.
Although Zhao Kongcheng cut off the head of the Ghost Face King before, he did not hurt the ghost face, so the Ghost Face King can still come back to life!
Lin Qiye's body danced in the gaps between the Ghost Face King's attacks, and he swung the straight knife in his hand one after another, slashing at the ghost face again and again.
Although he had five times the strength bonus, he still could not bring any actual harm to the Ghost-Faced King, and could only leave a blood mark that was not deep or shallow.
But that's not important.
If he can't be killed with one slash, he'll be slashed ten times or a hundred times!
This time...he will chop the Ghost-Faced King until his soul is gone!
One sword, two swords, three swords...
The Ghost-Faced King couldn't touch Lin Qiye, but Lin Qiye was able to cut the Ghost-Faced King. Gradually, there were more and more wounds on the ghostly face of the Ghost-Faced King's chest, becoming more and more bloody, and his expression became more and more painful!
Soon, the Ghost Faced King's offensive slowed down.
Lin Qiye's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He seized the opportunity and held the straight knife in his hand with his backhand!
Use all your strength to stab the ghost's face!
The shrill and piercing howl resounded through the sky!