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

Xiao Batian's hands were stained with bright red and hot blood. Those are the vitality that originally flowed freely in Mo Lan Jiuye's body. At this time, only the stale smell of demonic sweetness remains. The expression on his face was gloomy and cold. Full of bloodthirsty demonic aura. The drooping left hand twitched slightly unnaturally. It was caused by the pain of the bloody wound on the shoulder.

Mo Lan Jiuye exchanged his life for 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 Jiuye was attacking violently at that time. 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 moves with all his might. Missed the fatal wound that should have hit the center of the mouth. It only seriously injured the inside of Xiao Batian's shoulder blade.

Ling Luo put Mo Lan Jiuye's body aside. The movements of the hands are exceptionally gentle and slow. Treat it like a precious treasure. The moment you turn around. Two tears fell from the corners of Ling Luo's eyes. As soon as it left its eye socket, it fell into the air. Turned into a little bit of sparkling crystal. Disappeared in an instant. But her face was calm and completely different from this sad feeling. Just looked at Xiao Batian's eyes full of hatred and resentment.

Xiao Batian didn't seem to be able to see the change in the aura on Ling Luo's body. The arrogant and domineering appearance not only did not restrain at all. On the contrary, there is a tendency to become more and more serious. rubbed the blood on the palm of his hand against the dust-free white clothes on his body. His tone was full of impatience and disgust." Damn it. Actually got my hands dirty."

Just when Xiao Batian's voice was still in the air and did not disperse. A blade of light as thin as a cicada's wings burst through the air. Although Xiao Batian is keenly aware. But the body still can't dodge. So he was cut off a strand of green silk between his sideburns. A bloody wound also broke open on his cheek in an instant.

"It's you. stained the blood of the night." Ling Luo's voice was as crisp as a clear cold valley ice spring, but it was cool and permeating. The emotions in the pupils changed from the original forbearance to violent murder. The spiritual power around the body overflowed. Stir up a whirlwind of wind.

Ling Luo didn't want to clash head-on with Xiao Batian. After all, the gap in spiritual power is too great. The slightest carelessness can be life-threatening. It's better to wait for the right time to awaken the power in your body. But now Mo Lan Jiuye's death has made Ling Luo understand a truth. No matter how much she backs down. Nothing will change in reality. Then why not let her fight Xiao Batian. In this way, it is good to vent the anger and sadness in her heart. It doesn't matter if the ending is life or death. She didn't want to continue to be a wretched creature under house arrest.

"When you die, you're distressed like this. Then if you wait for me to rule Long Yin. Kill everyone around you. What kind of expression will you have then?"

There was no look of shock and surprise in Xiao Batian's eyes. And as if he had already understood Ling Luo's heart, he said clearly. There is not the slightest weakness of a wounded man. Instead, the tone was full of proud ridicule. 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. On the contrary, he became more and more calm. There was absolute affirmation and resoluteness in the voice. Those crystal-clear eyes are engraved with a deep responsibility that goes deep into the bone marrow." You can rest assured. There will never be a day."

Ling Luo also stopped talking nonsense with Xiao Batian. Before he could finish speaking, his body ran towards him as fast as the wind. The spiritual power in his hand was condensed into a light and thin blade. Continuously flew towards Xiao Batian in front of him. Seemingly random littering. In fact, it is aimed at the blind spots of Xiao Batian's path of action. Finely woven into a web of sword light. Even Xiao Batian, who has excellent spiritual power, has a hard time coping with it.

In such tense moments. Ling Luo still devoted some of his energy to paying attention to the details of Xiao Batian's actions. After all, no matter how powerful people are, they all have weaknesses. Ling Luo believed that Xiao Batian would never be an exception to this common sense. 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 deal a fatal blow to Xiao Batian. But it did hurt Xiao Batian's shoulder blades. Even if he behaves like a nobody. In the face of dense and powerful attacks, he still can't hide the slight sluggishness of the right side of the body's reaction.

Tricks between masters. Winning or losing is often a matter of subtlety. Ling Luo noticed this characteristic of Xiao Batian. In this battle, it is even a head start. After all, there is no need to be beaten passively.

Ling Luo seized the opportunity and pinched a thunderbolt in his hand. While pinching the blade in one hand. Then when he saw Xiao Batian's body leaning to the right, he immediately threw it out. Suddenly there was a thunderclap and lightning flashed. After a puff of dust and dust. Xiao Batian's figure gradually became clear. His posture was still straight. But there are a few more ugly burnt blacks on the clothes. The injuries on his body are also much more serious. The right hand began to ooze blood from the sleeve canal. Immersed in the white shirt, it looks particularly evil and demonic.

"In the end, it is the descendant of Long Yue. It's kind of capable." Xiao Batian, who had suffered a loss under Ling Luo's hands for the first time, did not have the slightest angry look on his face. Between the eyebrows, there are some emotions that can be called nostalgia. For the first time, Ling Luo saw such a bright look in Xiao Batian's eyes.

But before Ling Luo could sort out the light in his mind that he didn't have time to grasp. Xiao Batian's figure moved like a ghost. Almost instantly, he came to Ling Luo. Ten fingers quickly clicked on her big.

"But want to deal with me. It's not going to work." Xiao Batian raised his still flexible left hand. Scratched at Ling Luo's void, who was stiff and could only glare at him angrily. It was like showing off and explaining. Even if I only have one hand left. It's more than enough to deal with you stinky kid."

Xiao Batian not only banned all of Ling Luo's abilities this time. It even made her unable to even move and speak. You can only stand here like a zombie. I can't kill myself if I want to bite my tongue.