Mo Lan Jiuye's red eyes slowly closed, and his body gradually became cold and stiff, but the expression on his face was very peaceful and peaceful, and Ling Luo's final response to him was so gentle and beautiful that even the pain of death faded a lot.

Xiao Batian's hands were stained with bright red and hot blood, which was the vitality that originally flowed freely in Mo Lan Jiuye's body, but at this time, there was only a demonic and sweet stale atmosphere, his face had a gloomy and cold expression, full of bloodthirsty demonic aura, and his drooping left hand twitched slightly unnaturally, precisely because of the pain of the bloody wound on his shoulder.

What Mo Lan Jiu Ye exchanged for his life was a hideous scar on Xiao Batian's left shoulder, although it was not a fatal injury, but it could also be seen that Mo Lan Jiu Ye was fierce when he attacked, he originally wanted to die with Xiao Batian, but he never thought that Xiao Batian's strength was strong enough to dodge Mo Lan Jiuye's killing move with all his strength, and missed the fatal wound that should have hit the center entrance, but only seriously injured the inside of Xiao Batian's shoulder blade.

Ling Luo put Mo Lan Jiuye's body aside, the movements of his hands were extremely gentle and slow, as if he was treating a precious treasure, the moment he turned around, two tears fell from the corners of Ling Luo's eyes, and when they left their eyes, they immediately fell into the air, turning into a little bright crystal, and disappeared in an instant, but her face was completely different from this sad and bone-deep feeling, but her eyes were full of hatred and resentment.

Xiao Batian didn't seem to be able to see the changes in the aura on Ling Luo's body, his arrogant and domineering appearance did not restrain at all, but had a tendency to become more and more serious, rubbing the blood on his palm against the dust-stained white clothes on his body, his tone was full of impatience and disgust, "Damn it, you actually soiled my hands!" ”

Just when Xiao Batian's words were still in the air and did not disperse, a light blade as thin as a cicada's wings broke through the air, although Xiao Batian was keenly aware of it, but his body was still unable to dodge, so he was cut off a wisp of green silk between his temples, and his cheek instantly broke a bloody hole.

"It's you, staining the blood of the night." Ling Luo's voice was as crisp as a clear cold valley ice spring, but the cool air permeated people, and the emotions in his eyes changed from the original forbearance to violent and murderous, and the spiritual power around his body overflowed, stirring up bursts of whirling wind.

Ling Luo didn't want to clash head-on with Xiao Batian, after all, the gap in spiritual power was too great, and the slightest carelessness would endanger her life, so it was better to wait for the opportunity to awaken the power in her body, but now Mo Lan Jiuye's death made Ling Luo understand a truth, no matter how she retreated, the reality would not change anything, so why not let her fight with Xiao Batian, so as to vent the unsoothing anger and sadness in her heart, no matter whether the ending is life or death, she doesn't want to continue to be a poor worm under house arrest like this.

"If you die this one, you feel distressed like this, so if you wait for me to take over Long Yin and kill all the people around you, what kind of expression should you have at that time?"

Xiao Batian's eyes did not have a look of shock and surprise, but said as if he had already understood Ling Luo's heart, without the weakness of an injured person, but his tone was full of proud ridicule, and the smile on his face made Ling Luo want to tear it to pieces with one hand.

Ling Luo's mood was not affected by Xiao Batian's words, but became more and more calm and calm, there was absolute affirmation and resoluteness in his voice, and his crystal-bright and clear eyes were engraved with a deep responsibility that went deep into the bone marrow, "Don't worry, there will never be such a day!" ”

Ling Luo no longer talked nonsense with Xiao Batian, and before the words fell, his body ran towards him as fast as the wind, and the spiritual power in his hand condensed into a light light blade, and flew towards Xiao Batian in front of him continuously, seemingly throwing it randomly in an orderly manner, but in fact, it was aimed at the various dead corners of Xiao Batian's path of action, and it was finely woven into a net of sword light, even Xiao Batian, who had excellent spiritual power, was very difficult to deal with.

At this tense moment, Ling Luo still devoted some of his energy to pay attention to the details of Xiao Batian's actions, after all, no matter how powerful people are, they all have weaknesses, Ling Luo believes that Xiao Batian will never be an exception to this common sense, and sure enough, under Ling Luo's careful observation, he did find a slight omission in Xiao Batian's actions.

Mo Lan Jiuye's sacrifice was not in vain, although his move did not cause a fatal blow to Xiao Batian, but it did hurt Xiao Batian's shoulder blades, even if he acted like a nobody, he still couldn't hide the slight slowness of the right body's reaction in the face of dense and powerful attacks.

The tricks between masters, winning or losing are often seen in subtle bits, Ling Luo noticed this characteristic of Xiao Batian, even if he took the lead in this battle, he didn't have to be beaten passively anymore.

Ling Luo seized the opportunity to pinch a thunder fire duel in his hand, pinching it in his hand while the light blade was non-stop, and then saw that when Xiao Batian's body leaned to the right, he immediately threw it out, and suddenly thundered, lightning flashed, and after a burst of dust and dust, Xiao Batian's figure gradually became clear, his posture was still standing straight, but there were a few more ugly scorched black places on his clothes, and the injuries on his body were also much more serious, and his right hand began to ooze out strands of blood from the sleeve tube, and it looked particularly evil and demonic when it was soaked in the white shirt.

"In the end, he is the descendant of Long Yue, and he is quite capable." Xiao Batian, who had suffered a loss under Ling Luo's hands for the first time, did not have a look of anger on his face, but there were some emotions that could be called nostalgia between his eyebrows, and Ling Luo saw such a bright look in Xiao Batian's eyes for the first time.

But before Ling Luo could sort out the bright light in his mind that he didn't have time to grasp, Xiao Batian's figure moved like a ghost, and almost instantly came to Ling Luo, and his ten fingers quickly touched the big holes around her body.

"But if you want to deal with me, such a little trick still won't work." Xiao Batian raised his still flexible left hand, grabbed at Ling Luo's void, who was stiff and could only stare at him angrily, and said as if showing off and explaining, "Even if I only have one hand left, it will be more than enough to deal with you, a stinky child." ”

Xiao Batian not only banned all of Ling Luo's abilities this time, but also made her unable to even move and speak, she could only stand here like a zombie, and she couldn't kill herself if she wanted to bite her tongue.