He was distracted for a moment, and the flame in Curly's hand went out. He exerted force on his legs, and almost jumped into the tide of rioting monsters, but the team had already taken a step ahead of him. A fierce thunder struck, and the monster in front of him turned into a wisp of powder and black smoke.
But it seemed too late. The monsters that coveted the flesh and blood of living people had been empty for a long time. When they touched the fresh living creatures, they would have used their tongues to lick every inch of the newcomers' flesh and blood clean. Their eyes were slightly dazed, and they were afraid that when they peeled off the bodies of those monsters, they would see the voiceless Yuan Yuxue.
The blow was so severe that the players' eyes almost turned red and they lost their minds in that instant.
Curly's talent ran wild, and he went deep into the encirclement of monsters. Just as he was about to release a sea of flame that would devour him, he saw a beam of silver light reflected in his eyes.
It was the sound of a sword being drawn out and lightly striking against the scabbard, making a trembling sound.
The long knife in Yuan Yuxue's hand showed its shape.
It came into being out of thin air and fell into Yuan Yuxue's hands, as naturally as if it was born to be held in Yuan Yuxue's hands.
The snow-white blade is very beautiful, carrying a kind of cold murderous aura and murderous intent. The blade tip is cold white, while the handle is a rich, bloody deep red, falling into a pair of slender and excessively white hands, forming an extremely sharp contrast.
No one in this world has ever seen it.
But it is still the most useful weapon in Yuan Yuxue's hand. It is a sword that has amazed the world in countless times and has broken through the chaos.
When Yuan Yuxue used it to kill the Zerg, she could easily cut through the Zerg's leather armor shell that was still tough and indestructible under the bombardment of thermal weapons, which was enough to show how sharp it was. And perhaps because it had been passed down for too long, the Broken Hongmeng, which was soaked in countless bloody evil spirits, also had an unusual deterrent effect on evil spirits. It was very convenient to clean up those ghosts, and it forced the evil spirits, who had no consciousness except for their desire for flesh and blood, to dodge under the urging of intuition.
Countless ghosts, tens of thousands of them, came rushing in, but were blocked by just one sword.
Keep away gods and Buddhas.
The surging monsters formed a wall, blocking the air so that it seemed that the air could no longer flow. There was no wind at all. Only the strong stench of blood was rotting and filling every place. Even Yuan Yuxue's body was covered with the bloody smell.
But his hands were still clean, with only a bloodstain on his wrists. His eyes were dark and without any emotion, only extremely rational and sober judgment. Yuan Yuxue stood among countless monsters, and when he raised the blade slightly, a trace of blood rolled down the blade of the Pohong Sword - a real sword would naturally not be stained with blood. The Pohong Sword was as bright as new, and in the shadows surrounded by ghosts, it was extremely bright and shining.
So everyone saw this scene.
Saw the sharp sword.
Naturally, I also saw the man holding the knife.
This evil and brutal scene was extremely incompatible with Yuan Yuxue's cold and extremely beautiful appearance, but there was also a kind of weird and subtle harmony.
Curly was completely stunned as he stared at the scene in front of him. The scene he saw seemed to be completely beyond his comprehension. Curly felt as if his brain was in a knot, and his tongue was also in a knot. In the end, he could only speak out by instinct: "... Yuan Yuxue?"