Compared to the Dead Spell Blade, Black Moon and White Ye are the most handy weapon for Nangong Zaye, and the huge opening and closing of the giant sickle is obviously more compatible with her.

"Hey, why didn't I just use the Black Moon and White Night?"

Looking at Clivras Roll, who was defeated by her attack, Nangong Zaye couldn't help but complain in his heart.

The sickle in her hand kept attacking in the air, attacking Liv with a tricky angle while blocking the attack of the cross sword in Liv's hand.

"This is what she wants to change to such a short weapon, no matter what my business." Nangong Zaye thought to himself, waving the giant sickle in his hand.

"Just just changed a weapon, I didn't expect you to make such great progress." Lifu was continuously suppressed by Nangong Yaye's attack, but she still did not give up on her verbal stubbornness, "From all aspects, you did a good job."

"I don't think you should judge who did a good job." Nangong Zaoye's mouth curled up with a bad smile.

"Oops!"

Looking at Nangong Zaye's smile, Lifu seemed to realize something in an instant.

"...The poem of darkness in the night, with shadows and shadows woven together, white bones are in front of them, and the phantom is like silk—"

That's right, because she was constantly suppressed by Nangong morning and night, she could not distract herself and interrupt Seer's spell singing.

“——Chiriard’s white bone cage!”

As the singing sound fell, a stinged sting suddenly flew out of the magic circle at Ser's fingertips, and then pierced directly on Liv's chest.

"Cough uh!"

However, unexpectedly, after receiving this blow, Liv did not feel any pain, but just felt that she was hit hard by something.

But what she didn't expect was that there was still something to do with this bone spur.

After the bone spur penetrated Liv's body, the tail of the thorn exploded, and the next moment, countless white bones instantly extended from the tail of the thorn, and directly surrounded Liv's body, giving her a big tie.

"What's this!"

Liv, who was locked in every part of her body, fell to the ground because she lost her balance before she could react. At this moment, she could only struggle and shout.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move." Seer brushed away the magic circle on his fingertips, "For Bone Prison, the more you struggle, the more it will be... I think you probably won't want to be chopped by these bones."

Liv, who had clearly felt that the bones were slowly locking, could only lie quietly on the ground and stop moving.

"Okay, I'm losing, you kill me." Liv closed her eyes and turned her face to the side, "It seems that my sisters won't come either, I hope they're fine."

"Yue Ye, what do you think we should do?" Seer ignored Liv, but turned his attention to Yau.

"If she is determined to die, then kill it, otherwise you still want to let her go?" Yaya held Black Moon and Baiye tightly in her hand, and gestured the sickle blade to Liv's neck, "You don't want to let her go."

"I really haven't thought so." Seer shook his head, "I won't do such stupid things. Being grateful and drinking water and thinking about the source will only appear in film and television and literary works. I don't expect the defender in front of me to do such things to us seek knowledge."

"That's all." Nangong shrugged his shoulders early in the night, then walked to Liv's side, and pointed the sickle blade at her neck.

For Cliffras Roll, who was locked firmly by the bones, Nangong Zaye could only kill her directly by beheading her.

"Hey, do you have any last words?" Nangong glanced at the woman on the ground in the morning and night, raised the sickle in his hand, and then asked casually.

"The last words?" Liv opened her eyes and looked at the black sickle blade in front of her, thinking, "Of course there is, but are you willing to help me pass on my last words to my sisters?"

"I don't want to, goodbye to you." Nangong frowned immediately when he heard the last sentence of the words, and then waved her sickle at Liv without thinking.

...

"Yinji, are you okay?"

Noelle carried the medical box in his hand and walked through the fire to the front of this stout man.

"It's okay, I can't die." Yin Ji used the cloth strips he tore off to cover the bleeding wound around his waist, and gave Noel a healthy smile.

In this battlefield filled with killing and blood, Noel, who had no combat ability, volunteered to assume the responsibilities of medical soldiers, constantly transporting medical items to the wounded, and then applying medicine to bandages for them.

By the way, these things were all handed over to him by the Fringe Night.

After all, the treatment of Wanye Kingdom is all done by magic, and these are obviously things from Gear City, and no one can master them except the long night on the edge.

"Shh, don't talk, I'll give you a painkiller." Noelle took out a syringe from the box.

"Don't." Yinji saw what Noel's hand and sat up and shook his head, "I don't need these things, it's great if you can treat my wounds."

"But... I have to..." Noelle looked at Yin Ji's body of war and wanted to say something.

"I really don't need it, don't forget who I am." Yin Ji picked up the big sword that was placed aside, and stood up with a tree, "I am the military consul."

"Ignore the pain!"

"Blood Armor!"

"The more you fight, the more courageous you become!"

"The Wrath of the Brutal One!"

"Arite's huge pit!"

Although there was something strange in the end, when Noel looked at the series of skills that Yin Ji roared and the light surrounding him with the BUFFs of those skills, he also felt the power of the man in front of him.

"It seems you really don't need these weak things." Noel smiled and put away the syringe.

"This is not something weak." Yin Ji shook his head and walked towards the area in the melee with his giant sword.

"I don't need them because they are more important to other soldiers."

Looking at Yin Ji, who was gradually disappearing, Noel could only sigh.

"Okay." He glanced at the medical box in his hand, "He is Yin Ji, not an ordinary soldier. Maybe I should care about the grassroots."
Chapter completed!