Manual of the Monster in City

90 The death in white

    Long hair dyed like ink danced wildly in the wind on the roof.

    Probably to prevent her hair from being blown too messy, she would tie her hair with a hairpin.

    In the right hand of this quite ancient woman, a long and narrow ancient sword was dragged downside down, and the blade was dragged on the ground, making a harsh sound. The hideously carved sword hilt contrasted with the tender palm of the woman's hand, showing an exceptional contrast.

    This is an ominous sword thirsty for blood. After thousands of years, it seems to have brought the bloody wind from the battlefield for thousands of years to the top of this building.

    And the person holding this vicious ancient sword is no one else, but the one Jia Qingming is most familiar with...

    Miss Bai Ling, Master Stealing Pavilion?!

    The twilight is on the top of this building, like a dark iron curtain pressed from all sides.

    Jia Qingming looked around, the street scene around the building was no longer visible, as if it was surrounded by extremely thick black fog, and the fog was still climbing a little bit, occupying the little space left in this dream. , And now even the lower floors of the building have disappeared.

    The images made by the condensed spirit in those dreams had been completely swallowed by Nightmare.

    However, around Miss Bai Ling, who was exuding a weird murderous aura, the nightmare that was constantly eroding seemed to have stopped her advancement.

    From the edge of the curtain condensed by these black qi, fully armed commandos are continuously generated. They are armed with guns and live ammunition, continuously generated from the emptiness of nightmare, and step on the roof of this building.

    They approached Bai Ling in a skilled tactical formation. The shield soldiers compressed her space of action, while the miniature submachine guns were intertwined into a dense firepower net. The snipers in the distance constantly adjusted their angles and fired deadly bullets rotating.

    However, Bai Ling held this simple long sword in his hand, as if maintaining an unbreakable sword circle, those bullets with the corrosive power of nightmare pouring down like rain, but as long as they entered the edge of the sword circle, they would immediately The sword light that was slashed was cut in two segments, and then lost its kinetic energy, scattered on the ground, and leaked a black air from the flat incision on the bullet.

    When Bai Ling stopped, the sword circle would block everything out; and when she started to act, that simple sword would turn into a sharp sword light, dragged by her rapidly moving figure, Everything on the path is completely cut...

    Blood constantly blew out of the flat linear wound caused by the ancient sword.

    The blood that was illusory but maintained scarlet partly splashed onto Bai Ling's soft cheeks, and partly splashed onto her delicate Hanfu long clothes.

    But Bai Ling didn't seem to care about the dirt splashed on his body.

    She just dragged her long sword and moved quickly, her figure swift as the wind, and the broad sleeves of her Han suit were hunting and blasting.

    Every time I pass by, a stormtrooper turned into a nightmare is killed. Blood spews from the broken part, and then the black air overflows, engulfing the body of the deceased, and taking him. The corpse returned to the endless nightmare again.

    Miss Bai Ling stopped and turned her icy eyes across the crowd. The sword circle formed by the arm and the ancient sword was like a mountain that did not move, blocking all attacks.

    Such martial arts...

    Jia Qingming remembered the famous general Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong mentioned in the Three Kingdoms. At first, Jia Qingming thought this was definitely a joke, but seeing Miss Bai Ling's battle today, he couldn't help but start to shake his mind.

    "This is the reinforcement Miss Bai Ling gave us...but it's not her." In the cabin, Meng Meng explained to Jia Qingming like this, "No...it can also be said that it is Miss Bai Ling herself, but It's not that she is... well... this is not easy to explain."

    After dreaming, I decided to use the most intuitive way to explain it clearly to Jia Qingming:

    "Anyway... be careful, although this Miss Bai Ling is here to help us... but it is uncontrollable. Now she is fighting against the nightmarish thing because she feels their threat, and she can't rule out her transfer Jianfeng, deal with us. If we are cut by her...we will die as well..."

    Jia Qingming couldn't help being shocked when he saw this scene and felt chills in his heart. Miss Bai Ling holding an ancient sword does not look like an elegant sword girl at all, but rather like a...killing assassin, but a killer who insists on one shot.

    She seemed to be a cold-blooded and deadly hunter, Shura, and Death in white clothes.

    In her eyes, Jia Qingming could not see anything that could be counted as human emotions.

    Although Jia Qingming knows that these commandos are essential "monsters" made by Nightmare Qi. They are not ordinary people, but the creations of Nightmare, just like the evil ghosts born from hell, only produced by Nightmare's will. The form of the spirit that came out was nothing more than the choice of attack method and the weapon in hand, there was no difference, and the essence was the same as Nightmare's means of attack.

    But visually, Jia Qingming still thinks that they are like real people, and the reality of dreams makes them look no different from real people.

    However, in Bai Ling's deep black eyes, there was only compassion and endless chill, which seemed to originate from the frozen ground of the mountains of Everest.

    The last time Jia Qingming saw this kind of emotion in her eyes, she was lightly twisting the curse and easily suppressed the ancient god attached to the clay giant.

    The so-called world is not benevolent, and everything is a dog. It means that in a realm higher than the gods, there is no difference between human life and the vegetation of the heavens and the earth.

    It was like Bai Ling's horrible look at this time, like Shura walking out of hell.

    There were more commando soldiers around, and they seemed to be able to produce endlessly from the approaching nightmare. After death dissipated, it would turn into nothingness energy, once again condensed and formed from the boundless nightmare, and stepped on the roof platform with a brand new body.

    Bai Ling's battles seemed to be in vain, but she cut them off again without a second thought.

    In this dreamland that was constantly being swallowed by nightmare qi, only the area drawn by Bai Ling with the ancient sword in his hand, the nightmare was difficult to approach!

    Jia Qingming watched this scene from a distance, and the chill in his heart couldn't help but rise.

    This chill reminded him of the dream, the dream of his childhood memories. At that time, he felt that although he seemed to be very familiar with Miss Bai Ling, in fact, he knew nothing about her.

    "about there."

    At this moment, Yuan Mu-mutou's voice came from the narrow cab in front of the cabin. How could this guy fly a plane?!

    Jia Qingming looked at him with a look of horror in his eyes.

    Where did you learn this skill? ! Why is it like an almighty protagonist?!

    Yuan Mutou raised his hand and shook the brochure in his hand. He probably found it from the driver's seat. It was marked with "Helicopter Pilot Manual" in a large font.

    What the hell is this?!

    Even if you want to show that you already know how to fly a helicopter, you shouldn't show it to everyone, right?

    If you do this, everyone feels even more unsure, okay?!

    Jia Qingming's heart was full of painful roars, but he just looked at Yuan Mu-mutou faintly, a posture that I was wronged but I didn't say anything.

    At this moment, he heard a gunshot from behind him.