Streams of blood light projected out from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, coating the night sky with a hazy blood halo that was stained by the orange light that came out of the whirlpool, making the night sky more and more magnificent and bewitching.

From the sky to the ground, the blood halo gradually thickened, and even a stream of almost materialized blood qi had risen above the ground, which made people feel extremely eerie and terrifying.

The blood flashed, and An Luyun's slender eyebrows couldn't help but tremble slightly.

At that moment, the drizzle of the wind that was not wet suddenly increased, and drops of raindrops flew down from the nine heavens, light and cheerful, and smashed on the mountain of corpses, turning into countless splashes.

A thin layer of water vapor also evaporated with the splash of water, as if forming an invisible ocean, making the originally viscous and rich blood seem to be diluted in an instant.

The blood that had spread out in the water vapor slowly dissolved with the flow of water and light, and dissolved in the torrential rain.

The heavy rain brings a slight coolness, but it also makes people feel more comfortable, especially the spiritual refreshment, as if it is a feather flying immortal, no longer affected by the slightest obstacle, which is extremely pleasant.

In the torrential rain, the rain curtain fell one after another, and through the tens of thousands of heavy rain curtains, Bu Lingguan's expression finally changed slightly.

Bu Lingguan still hasn't seen clearly how that rain washed away the blood.

Can the drizzle that accompanies a person really be so powerful?

Bu Lingguan didn't know, but Bu Lingguan didn't have any fear.

That somewhat strange rain dissolved the blood qi, but it still failed to completely dissolve the formation.

Blood light is just the external manifestation of the formation, but what really matters is the internal use of the formation.

The mountain of corpses was shocked, and the dead objects seemed to be manipulated by an inexplicable force, and suddenly put together into huge palms, stretched out towards the sky, and then waved and photographed.

A total of eight big hands as big as a hill slapped down in all directions around An Luyun's body.

All of An Luyun's retreats have been sealed, she has no room to dodge, she can only face it head-on.

An Luyun still didn't draw his sword, just stood quietly in the rain, and didn't even look up at the eight hands that cast huge shadows, slightly bowing his head and eyebrows, as if he was pondering something.

"So confident?" said Yixuanyan, pouting, his expression slightly bitter.

Chu Feng smiled, he had fought with An Luyun, so he clearly knew An Luyun's strange law.

An Luyun's strange laws are somewhat like the miraculous effect of the Water Moon Sword, so that wherever there is water, it can become a place for An Luyun to transform freely.

When An Luyun dodged Bu Lingguan and turned over the mountain, she seemed to be comfortable and light, but in fact, she had already used her rules, but An Luyun used it very carefully and cautiously, making her movements coherent and smooth, so it was difficult to see.

Only Chu Feng discovered this secret because he had fought with An Luyun and paid attention to special observations.

Similarly, at this moment, although the castration of the eight big hands that seemed to seal all of An Luyun's turnover space was fierce, there was no threat to An Luyun.

The eight big hands almost fell to An Luyun at the same time, and An Luyun's green silk rose in the wind of the eight big hands, complementing her plain white dress, making An Luyun's originally delicate face look extremely beautiful and holy at that moment.

Her eyebrows were still lowered, and she didn't have the slightest hint of making a move.

Chu Feng knew that she had already made up her mind to launch the law, where would it be launched, could it be Bu Lingguan's side, suddenly attacking?

Chu Feng thought secretly, watching that big hand finally fall on An Luyun's body.

Soon that body will be a splash.

Chu Feng thought.

So a fog drifted away in the rain.

It wasn't water mist, it was blood mist.

An Luyun was slapped alive by the first big hand, and directly made a crisp "click" sound, as if it was the sound of a broken bone.

Chu Feng was stunned on the spot, with great disbelief in his eyes.

What the hell is An Luyun doing?

Chu Feng is not the only one who thinks so.

Su Cuo is also one of the people who knows An Luyun's true strength.

Su Cuo asked himself that as long as he was not injured, he would have to kill from that arm, although it was a bit laborious, but he could still do it.

So Su Cuo also thinks that An Luyun can of course be killed.

And An Luyun behaved so well, she should also have her countermeasures, she is not a reckless person.

But why, did it turn out like this? What is An Luyun's idea?

The smile that was waiting to see a good show also stiffened on her face, she thought that she was waiting for a strong reinforcement, but now it seems that this reinforcement ...... It seems that some of them have been played.

Also surprised was Bu Lingguan.

Bu Lingguan also had a rough estimate of An Luyun's strength in the continuous battle with An Luyun.

An Luyun's strength was stronger than any of Chu Feng's party, and it was enough to fight him, but it was not enough to affect the outcome of the battle.

Although there was such a gap in strength, and although he also used the formation, Bu Lingguan still didn't think that the slap just now would really threaten An Luyun.

She had the strength to be able to compete with it, but she chose to bear it stubbornly, what was she thinking, because of the rain just now, she couldn't move or her true qi was difficult to function?

Or is it something else?

Or was she doing this in the first place?

Bu Lingguan thought about it, and there was a little hesitation in his expression.

An Luyun spurted blood, and the whole person's spirit fell into a languishing in an instant, and his face became a little pale.

The spurted blood stained An Luyun's dress red, and the palms that came one after another fell ruthlessly on An Luyun's body again and again, making the hazy blood mist spreading in the rain and mist around An Luyun become a little thick.

Eight arms fell one after another and slapped into the mountain of corpses.

An Luyun staggered and struggled to stand.

"Hey, are you mistaken!" Yi Xuanyan cried out in annoyance, completely unaware of what was happening in front of him.

The corners of An Luyun's mouth rose slightly, and there was a bit of banter and ridicule in his expression when he looked at Bu Lingguan, as if he was deliberately provoking Bu Lingguan.

"Deliberately?" said Yi Yanyan was stunned for a moment.

Of course, the words of the cooker were the facts in everyone's minds, and they all agreed that An Luyun did it on purpose.

An Luyun was shot for no reason, so being shot must have been done on purpose.

Since it was deliberate, then there must be a plan, but what is she plotting, what is her next move, and what does she need to make such a big sacrifice, can such a sacrifice be exchanged for victory?

This question is worth thinking about, and even Bu Lingguan couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and began to pay attention to everything around him, and he didn't let go of the slightest change.

Bu Lingguan behaved very vigilantly and carefully, even if the opponent was a junior, even if the opponent's cultivation was not as good as him after the injury, he did not have any contempt and neglect, this is respect for the opponent, and it is also respect for himself.

An Luyun smiled and said softly, "Do you want to know what it is?"

An Luyun said, holding the scabbard on his waist with his left hand, and holding the hilt of the sword with his right hand, the sparkling in his eyes that were still bright and beautiful, as if they were the sea reflecting the sun.

"It's so beautiful! I'm going to marry her as a wife, behind the skirt sister, of course. There was a light in Shen Fangsi's eyes, and she was so excited at the moment that she was like a widower who had been hungry for many years and finally married a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl as his wife.

The skirt looked at Shen Fangsi, and couldn't help but smile a little.

An Luyun tilted his head slightly, looked at Shen Fangsi, showed a gentle smile, and blew the curtain of heavy rain like a spring breeze, and then said: "Then I'll give you a chance, you have to behave well before I can consider it." ”

Shen Fangsi pursed his lips, not very satisfied with An Luyun's reaction.

An Luyun's conversation and laughter were free, and Ling Guan was slightly annoyed, but it was only slightly.

Bu Lingguan felt that he seemed to be a little too cautious, he should not be in a tight offensive because of excessive caution to leave the opponent for such a long time, the offensive should be done in one go, only continuous offensive can ensure that the opponent is constantly pressurized, so that the opponent makes mistakes and then fatal.

The interruption of the offensive was a mistake on his part, and he was a little too cautious after all.

Thinking of this, Bu Lingguan decided that he couldn't wait any longer.

So Bu Lingguan made a move.

Bu Lingguan turned over his palm, and the hand over the mountain came out again, without any reservations, and did it with all his might.

As Bu Lingguan's palm flipped over, a mountain fell from the top and suppressed towards An Luyun.

An Luyun's eyebrows lowered slightly for a moment, and then raised her eyebrows, revealing a shallow and gentle smile.

The smile was clean, like the rain falling one after another, pure to the extreme, and like the sun, dazzling to the extreme.

There was unparalleled confidence and sunshine in that smile, and because of this smile, An Luyun's originally pale face showed some blood.

It wasn't like the smile that a person who was slapped by eight big hands in turn and spit out a large area of blood should have.

At that moment, Bu Lingguan was a little skeptical that his actions were too hasty.

But Bu Lingguan knew that there was no chance to stop, and since he had already made a move, it was too late to stop if he wanted to stop - so he simply didn't stop and put this palm down with all his might.

Under the mountain town.

But there was no roar of the earth.

The sound of the tide suddenly sounded, echoing in the silent night sky, and the sound of the tide was like a song.