章 1045: The sorrow of love (1)

"Crack!"

A crisp sound was heard. The bullets in the magazine were used up, and the flames from the muzzle suddenly disappeared.

The bird was shocked. Without thinking, it threw the rifle on the ground and reached for the hilt of the saber with its right hand. It exerted a little force and a cold light was suddenly unsheathed.

"Shua shua shua"

With a soft cry that sounded like a phoenix's cry, the saber cut through the air and landed on a dark spirit body that was close at hand.

The dark spirit body's eyes were blood red, and its face was twisted. Its body looked as if it had been soaked in blood for countless years, and it had a nauseating appearance.

It was extremely disgusting, extremely dark, and full of a fallen aura.

The moment the saber touched the dark spirit, it emitted a blinding light like a light bulb. The demon-killing runes engraved on the saber's body glowed repeatedly, making the saber's light even more intense.