/span>看来你真的没其他绝招了/span>那我只好杀了你/span>/span>举腾飞刀往布莱尔脖子抹去……
/span>好--/span>欧文走到布莱尔面前/span>/span>另有甚么绝招固然使出来/span>/span>
望着欧文瘫在地上的身材/span>布莱尔又念了一个咒语/span>上百个幽灵从欧文的身材内鱼贯而出/span>夹持着欧文的灵魂/span>一起被接收进/span>离魂刃/span>内里/span>
疼痛中的布莱尔俄然揭起披在左半身的暗红色斗蓬/span>将藏在斗蓬底下残剩四把飞刀全数射出；欧文持续两个标致的侧翻/span>四把飞刀全数避开/span>
/span>我还会让你有机遇念咒语吗/span>/span>欧文躲开布莱尔的几翻连刺/span>毫不让步地反唇相讥/span>
/span>不晓得/span>/span>欧文并不筹算答复布莱尔的题目/span>/span>但是你刚才叫我猎物/span>/span>欧文目光灼灼/span>嘴角一扬/span>/span>我想问/span>到底谁才是猎物/span>/span>
面对此次不测的受伤/span>欧文并没有透暴露任何惊奇或痛苦的神采/span>固然尖刺一半刺入了他的皮肉里/span>但如许的伤势他早已习觉得常/span>欧文双手抓紧布莱尔的脚/span>用力往右边一扭/span>
/span>呀--/span>带着最后猖獗的布莱尔用尽满身力量将还能动的右脚今后一蹬/span>猛扑向欧文/span>同时伸用左手掐住欧文的脖子/span>
一声凄厉的惨叫伴跟着一下清脆的骨折声在山洞中响起/span>布莱尔用左手托起被欧文硬生生掰断的右手/span>今后连退几步/span>他视之为珍宝的波浪形青铜匕首--/span>离魂刃/span>掉落在地上/span>被欧文当作渣滓一样踢开/span>
/span>这不成能/span>/span>布莱尔蓦地挥手/span>他没法接管这个究竟/span>/span>灵魂离开**后/span>会处于一种茫然的状况/span>除了极强的执念以外/span>任何认识都会淡化/span>你如何还能保持如此清楚的自我认识/span>/span>
/span>真是个难缠的猎物/span>/span>布莱尔如释重负地感慨道/span>他揉揉肩头和小腹--刚才被欧文击中/span>仍然留下疼痛的处所/span>多年来/span>死在他的/span>抽魂猎杀/span>之下的人不记其数/span>但没人像欧文那样有如此强大的意志力/span>竟然能够抵当到这类程度；幸亏统统都已经畴昔了/span>只要被/span>离魂刃/span>击伤过的猎物/span>都会毫无疑问地被抽出灵魂/span>没人例外/span>欧文的顽抗只是让抽魂的过程略微耽误一点罢了/span>