Chapter 35 Situation Reversal

The silver-haired young man glanced at his chest, and there was a faint scar on it. He raised his head and stared at the purple moon in front of him, and his eyes flickered.

Ziyue still smiled faintly, and the long sword in her hand pointed directly at the silver-haired young man.

After looking at each other for a moment, the silver-haired young man sniffed gently and said coldly, "You don't seem to be human, do you? It's not the people of this world."

"Your words seem to be contradictory." Ziyue said with a faint smile.

"I'm not in the mood to play word games with you," the silver-haired young man said coldly, "I don't care if there will be a dispute with creatures in a different world. As long as the guy in front of me must die!"

"Oh?" Ziyue still has a faint smile, confident and elegant, just like a queen.

seemed to be angered by Ziyue's expression. The silver-haired young man stepped on the ground and rushed to Ziyue. The floor under his feet was actually trampled and sunken in.

The tip of Ziyue's sword always pointed to the silver-haired young man, and when the two were about to meet, the blade flew up.

The silver-haired young man did not hesitate to meet the purple moon's sword with his arms, punched quickly, and turned into a phantom in an instant, as if Liang Yu had just done, but his speed was obviously faster.

However, Ziyue lightly resolved every attack of the silver-haired youth with a long sword, and at the same time saw the gap of the silver-haired youth stabbed out with a sword.

The silver-haired young man stepped on the ground again, retreated quickly and slapped his abdomen hard.

" hiss————————"

The highly poisonous green corpse gas spewed out of the mouth of the silver-haired youth, and the purple moon was immediately surrounded by the corpse gas.

Ziyue felt strange at the moment of the release of the corpse gas. At the same time, she held her breath and gently drifted back.

"I got it!" I don't know when the silver-haired young man appeared behind Ziyue and met Ziyue with a powerful punch. Before the fist arrived, the blowing wind had made Ziyue feel like a knife.

Ziyue's face suddenly became a little serious.

"Bum!"

With a gunshot, a bullet quickly penetrated the temple of the silver-haired young man, and even his movements deviated a little. Ziyue quickly dodged to avoid the attack. Although she was more or less blown by the fierce fist wind, it would be a thousand times worse than this if she was hit in the front.

After staggering, the silver-haired young man staggered and slowly raised his head to look at the attacker.

I don't know when Mo Greed away from Lanxin is leaning on a box at this moment, and the pistol in his hand has not been put down.

"Hey, you have to get my permission before you attack my harem!" Don't say it calmly.

Ziyue calmly looked at Mo Gre, and an accident flashed in her eyes.

The silver-haired young man gently stroked the wound in his temple and spit out four words coldly: "I don't know whether to live or die!"

The next moment, the floor under his feet quickly cracked and sank, and he himself disappeared out of thin air.

"Don't be greedy!" Ziyue said quickly, but it was obviously a little late.

An iron palm patted Mo Greed on the chest, while the silver-haired young man suddenly appeared in front of Mo Gre.

In an instant, the great force made Mo Grean's body back, but his legs and upper limbs formed a U-shaped in mid-air, and then Mo Grean flew out like a cannonball and spewed blood wildly.

"Ah!" Seeing this scene, Lan Xin screamed, put down the treatment and carried out the general Liang Yu, and hurried to Mo Grean's side. The white light enveloped Mo Grean's whole body in an instant.

"Cut! Did you instinctively move your body to remove a little force to avoid a fatal blow at the moment of being hit? The silver-haired young man gently moved his fist and thought, and he put his eyes on Lan Xin, who was treating Mo Gree: "It's in the way!"

"Wo!"

A mysterious purple braid suddenly wrapped around the silver-haired young man's neck, and then a huge force from the whip pulled the silver-haired young man back.

"What's going on?" The silver-haired young man twisted his body in the air and faced the attacker. At this time, he had been pulled in front of the attacker. Before he could see the attacker clearly, he had been hit by a elbow in the face. He had not fallen back and was pulled back by a whip. This time, he was put on his abdomen with his knees, as if he had just The other party was pulled back without being repelled. This time, the other party quickly stepped out of his leg and swept the ankle of the silver-haired young man, and the silver-haired young man fell to the ground on his back.

At this time, the silver-haired young man finally saw who was attacking him. The faint smile on Ziyue's face disappeared, replaced by polar ice, and the purple-light sword in her hand had become a long purple whip.

Waiting for the silver-haired young man to react, the long whip wrapped around his neck had been taken back and transformed into a growing sword. Ziyue raised the sword and quickly fell down, directly piercing the abdomen of the silver-haired young man and nailed him to the ground.

"Well..." The silver-haired young man groaned in pain, as if he was immortal, showing his pain for the first time because of injury.

Ziyue's expression did not change at all, looking at the silver-haired young man coldly.

"It seems that you accidentally caused indigestible rations this time," the silver-haired young man lay on the ground and muttered in a large shape, "You haven't done your best yet, have you?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Ziyue's eyes. Unexpectedly, the silver-haired young man could chat with him so indifferently in this situation. Ziyue did not answer his question, but looked at him without any question.

"It seems that I guessed right," the silver-haired young man turned his head and looked straight at the ceiling of the warehouse and said, "The old man always told me to keep a low profile before reaching the point of froze. Don't make trouble. I don't believe it. It's really retribution."

"Cough, cough..." Mo Greed slowly got up from the ground. Although he suffered a heavy blow just now, he did not lose consciousness, but he couldn't move at all because of his serious injury. Now after a period of treatment by Lanxin, he is much better.

"Ah, don't be greedy, you can't get up, the injury will get worse!" Lanxin said to Mo greedlessly, wanting to stop him, but he was afraid of touching him to aggravate his injury.

"Is that all you want to say?" Mo Greed and asked again.

"What else do you expect me to say?" The silver-haired young man asked strangely, "Do you apologize to that boy and then commit suicide at his father's tomb?" I'm a zombie! Only by sucking the blood of living people can we get energy and slowly evolve. It's just to abide by the laws of nature. I don't think there is anything wrong with me.

"From the perspective of the law of nature, you are not wrong," Mo Greed slowly raised his pistol and said, "But in this world, you have to abide by the human law. Everyone has only one life. Since you have deprived others of their lives, you must do a good job to compensate with your own life. Sorry, our air border exists to ensure that human laws can be implemented.

"Air Border Bureau? Ah, it turns out that you are from that organization," the silver-haired young man still has no consciousness to die, as if chatting about afternoon tea: "No wonder there is such a messy combination. It seems that this time it has really hit the iron plate. The old man said that it is better not to provoke a stowaway like us, otherwise he will not be sent. When you go home, you will be sent back to your hometown.

"Finally, ask a question," Mo Greed with a puzzled face, "Why, can you be so indifferent because you are dead?"

"Of course not," the silver-haired young man shrugged his shoulders and said, "Death and disappearance are two concepts. For ordinary people, the two mean the same thing, but they are different for us, and all intelligent species are afraid of disappearing, not death."

"Do you want to discuss philosophy with me?" Don asked greedily.

"Of course not. What I want to say is that since I won't disappear, why should I show concern?" The silver-haired young man asked strangely.

"Hmm?" Mo Gree hasn't understood the meaning of the silver-haired young man, and he has shouted loudly.

"Dead old man! If you don't come out again, you will cut off your children and grandchildren!"