Chapter Eighty-Seven: They X Fight

"Lin Chuan!"

Thinking that Li Yunji had lost his ability to act and his subordinates who had lost their command, they naturally would not continue to besiege Meng Jue without self-awareness.

But his appearance dashed all her hopes.

Joyley, who was seriously injured and unconscious, could not be rescued in time, and if she dragged it on, she would only usher in death.

And she, facing Lin Chuan alone, has only one ending-

Annihilated.

It was only at this time that she deeply felt her innocence, weakness, and self-righteousness.

The dagger's divine power is gone, and so is her last trump card.

She remembered that as soon as Qinggu Village parted, Lin Chuan left their backs, and simply decided, knowing that when they met again, it would be life and death.

Only now that he's here, how she wishes it was an apparition, just her delusion.

Chen Xiaolazy looked at Lin Chuan, his eyes were unwavering, "What do you want?" As long as it's not their life, I can give it to you. ”

She was asking him, could she die, could she keep them alive?

She was silently pleading with him.

Meng Jue was silenced, and he could only struggle in Lin Chuan's hands, his pair of turquoise eyes hidden anxiety and exuded anger.

The silver rope tied to him was not ordinary, or he would not have been able to break free, but as he moved, the rope became tighter and tighter, as if it were a living thing, wriggling on him.

Lin Chuan casually threw Meng Jue into the corridor, lowered his eyes, looking a little bored, he looked at her lightly and said, "Little girl, no one can protect you this time." ”

He never came here to get anything, just to meet his old friend again.

However, the old man is not there, and Li Yunji is still defeated by the little girl who has crossed paths, so he can only appear and let this farce come to an end as soon as possible.

Hearing this, Chen Xiaolan no longer hesitated, silently clenched the dagger in his hand, and waited for the opportunity to move to the location where Meng Jue landed.

What she should say, she also said, the matter has come to this point, life and death are fate, and she can't give up until the end.

Facing him, she knew that her small movements would not be cared about by Lin Chuan at all.

"Kill her! Kill her! ……”

A hoarse and frantic voice came from afar.

Lin Chuan raised his eyes and looked over, the corners of his mouth rising slightly, "Oh? It turned out to be a descendant of the Immortal White King. ”

Bai Ye staggered towards him from the blood water, his tattered clothes, his filthy face could not be seen, and the three words were repeated in his mouth.

He walked towards Lin Chuan, looking crazy.

Stepping on the corpse of the sword master surnamed Sun, who had died long ago, he casually picked up his sword and held it in his hand.

Regardless of worrying about Bai Ye's strange appearance, Chen Xiaolan took the opportunity to rush into the corridor from the broken railing on one side, she suppressed the anxiety and panic in her heart, and wanted to untie Meng Jue.

As soon as her hand touched the rope, it shrank tremblingly and bounced away, bringing a faint electric light, and a pinprick pain came from her fingertips.

Meng Jue also trembled, his expression became more and more painful, he frowned, shook his head at her, and motioned for her to continue.

Chen Xiaolazy pursed his lips, held the dagger in his hand, relentlessly, closed his eyes, and cut the silver rope in his hand.

At the same time, Bai Ye, who was in a state of delirium, had already stabilized his footsteps when he walked in front of Linchuan.

He exuded a murderous aura all over his body.

Danfeng's eyes looked at Lin Chuan like a beast, and there was only deterrence in his eyes, not madness.

He whispered between his lips and stood with his sword in hand.

"I, the holy beast White Tiger, make a covenant with my son." The voice is clear and clean, with majesty.

"I, the royal white night, am willing to be the medium." The voice belongs to the white night, firm and serious, with obsession.

Lin Chuan jumped off the railing, pulled out the black short blade on his waist and abdomen, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

With a sudden flash of light in the hallway, only each other was left in their world.

"Don't hesitate to devour the souls of future generations to complete the awakening, you need to repent." Bai Ye lowered his body, straightened the sword in his hand, and gathered momentum.

"He's a half-dead man, and I'm just taking his shell." Lin Chuan didn't know why he opened his mouth to explain, but he felt that in the face of his question, he responded consciously.

He said loudly, "The junior crow, I have come to ask the seniors for advice. ”

After finishing speaking, he could no longer suppress the boiling cells in his body, grinning and rushing towards the white night.

His whole body was accelerating, and he couldn't see the movement clearly, and his outstretched arms were like crows with wings, vibrating at a speed that was difficult for his eyes to catch, revealing a black phantom.

Bai Ye took a step, Ling Ran did not move, and his eyes locked on Lin Chuan, who was approaching.

The sword collides with the short blade.

Regardless of each other, entangled in the air.

They move and they are still.

Bai Ye's sword seemed to merge with him, flexibly and calmly blocking Lin Chuan's dense attack.

The battle intent of the two shook the air.

In a moment, maybe longer.

White Night's sword fell fine pieces of iron filings, which had been cut off by Lin Chuan's short blade

He fell behind in weapons.

He still calmly wielded the broken sword.

Lin Chuan's movements became faster and faster, and he could barely see his figure, leaving only a black afterimage in the air.

As if sensing the weakness of the sword in his hand, Bai Ye's eyes narrowed, and he instantly changed the movements of his subordinates.

He moved, dodging Lin Chuan's attack, using the broken sword as a club, passing through the afterimage and striking at the real person who flashed.

The sound of a bell. Lin Chuan held the blade in front of his face with both hands, revealing an expected smile.

He instantly wrenched his sword, and his whole body spun.

Bai Ye avoided the killing move hidden in the whirlwind, but the sword in her hand was completely broken, and only one piece remained, held alone in her hand.

He stepped back and stood quietly in place, watching Lin Chuan's flying clothes fall.

"Senior, with my real strength, I must not be your opponent, but today is different." Lin Chuan smoothed the folds of his cuffs and said lightly, "Actions can't keep up with consciousness, this body you are attached to is too weak." ”

Bai Ye didn't answer, he sighed lightly in his heart, he was right, Bai Ye's body was already difficult to support her strength, and she was seriously injured.

The wound in her abdomen that could not heal, because of her movements, was torn apart again, her body kept healing, and then it kept being torn, and the dark substance on her skin always prevented the final union.

She closed her eyes and felt a familiar aura approaching, "Time will not go back, don't be obsessed." ”

Then he fell completely and fell into a deep sleep.

Bai Luo, I was wrong, your descendants are completely different from you.

That and her ending will also change.

Watching Bai Ye fall, Lin Chuan turned around and jumped into the corridor.

The silver rope that was cut by Chen Xiaolazi's knife there was divided into two halves, and half continued to wrap around Bai Ye's wrist and locked behind him. The other half was strangled on Chen Xiaolazi's neck.

Meng Jue opened his mouth to bite the rope to stop it from continuing to tighten.

Enduring the electricity coming from the rope, his eyelashes trembled, but he clenched his teeth tightly, and his face was as pale as paper.

And Chen Xiaolazy was there, looking up at his face, biting his lip as well, suppressing the moans that were about to overflow, his body was itchy and painful, and his breathing was suffocated.

She thought, are you going to die here, it's really useless. (To be continued.) )