This stab stunned both of them.

When the sword light pierced the floor, it was as if the floor did not exist, and the light and shadow directly submerged into it.

Strangely, under the floor, it suddenly became transparent and bright, and the light and shadow just stopped inside, and the brightness did not decrease at all, as if the floor and the things below did not exist.

"That's ... Phantom. Bian Liang remembered that when Chen Weimin abandoned the sword, the lightsaber also directly penetrated the ground of the clan garden and disappeared without a trace.

Yes, all she had abandoned that day was the lightsaber, the hilt of which she held in her hand all the time.

"It's amazing." Bianliang pulled out his lightsaber, and the floor was unscathed, and there were no sword marks at all.

He held his sword horizontally in front of him, and his left hand was carefully stretched out to touch the light and shadow.

As a result, as soon as his fingers touched the light and shadow, there was a pain, from his fingers to his mind.

It hurts like there's fire burning in your fingertips, no, it's not just your fingertips, it's your arm, your whole body, and your whole brain is burning.

The water in the muscles boiled, and the blood in the meridians boiled.

Blood flowed out of the seven orifices, and the blood was still smoking.

"Let go, let go!" Wu Jun noticed the change in Bianliang, and immediately stepped forward and shook his arm, trying to drag his fingers away from the light and shadow.

However, Bianliang's arm didn't move at all.

It's not that Wu Jun's strength is small, but that light and shadow, when he meets his fingers, there is an incomparably powerful suction, which firmly sucks his fingers.

Not to mention Wu Jun, even if it is Bianliang, he can't easily break free.

But Bianliang had already lost consciousness, so how could he want to break free.

The pain that even boiled his bone marrow made his mind white.

That's snow, in the fall.

In Bianliang's mind, there were snowflakes falling, snowflakes the size of the sword body, densely packed, falling from the sky.

Great, he wanted to raise his hands to meet the snowflakes, because it was so hot, his whole body was hot, no, not just hot, it was hot, piping hot.

His throat was so hot that he couldn't even shout.

This snow came at a good time.

But his hands were so hot that he couldn't lift them.

Fortunately, the snowflakes will fall automatically.

However, the snowflakes were also hot!

When the snowflakes fell on his hands, the scorching heat burned his hands with blood blisters.

Yes!!!

Bianliang screamed in pain in his mind, he wanted to struggle, but he was weak.

Those sword-like snowflakes pierced him one by one, and each one would blister with blood.

In the blink of an eye, no part of his body was intact.

Am I going to die?

Bianliang knelt in the snow dejectedly.

Suddenly, in front of the snowflakes, a black clay figure appeared.

The clay figure was so realistic, it would come towards him.

The clay figure still had a smile on his face, and he looked so amiable.

Other than that, this smile is a little familiar.

Who could it be?

Hey? Why didn't it get hot, the snowflakes stopped, and the blood blisters on the body also fell.

This, what's going on.

Could it be that it's this clay man?

Bian Liang looked at the clay figure again, he was still smiling, but his body slowly melted.

This was originally a mud figure, but it was like a snowman, melting in the heat and eventually turning into a pile of muddy water.

Strange, why is this muddy water not pure black, why is there a thread flowing in the black water?

The water gradually receded, and Bianliang felt full of strength.

This kind of power, unlike when the holy water was soaked in the past, is a power that comes from the mind.

This power made him feel invincible!

It's like his body has become an indestructible weapon.

It's a great feeling.

Bianliang opened his eyes and found that the lightsaber in front of him was gone, and only the hilt was still on his right hand.

And on his left hand, there was a soaked piece of clothing.

This is, brother's clothes!

Brother? Bianliang immediately looked around, but there was still his figure there.

"Senior brother." He shouted, but there was no response.

Only the black water dripping from the clothes "ticked tock".

Where did Senior Brother go? Why do you put your clothes in your hands? Bianliang was puzzled.

But he didn't have much time to think about it, because the silver-white mirror behind the bed opened to both sides, and behind the mirror was a wooden cabinet, and there was a white air coming out of the wooden cabinet.

What the heck? Bian Liang frowned, put the hilt of his sword in his pocket, and walked over quickly.

The wooden cabinet was so cold that his clothes froze before he could get close, but his muscles didn't feel at all.

Strange, Bian Liang wiped it on his face curiously, because he felt as if something was frozen on his face.

With this wipe, a large frozen small blood clot was wiped off.

Whose blood is this?

He placed the ice cube in front of his eyes, and in front of the mirror image of the ice, he saw his own appearance, his face covered in blood.

It's your own blood!

What just happened?

He couldn't help but look back, only to find that nothing had changed, except for the absence of his senior brother.

It seemed to be very hot just now, could it be hot bleeding?

Bianliang shook his head again, how could the heat bleed!

He took two more steps and came to the wooden cabinet.

"Girl!" Bianliang exclaimed.

In the wooden cabinet, it was Zhao Xiangyi who was lying down.

Wrong! Not her.

The girl's hair was black, but the woman in the wooden cabinet was red, redder than blood!

This isn't a girl, so who is it? How can there be such a similar person in the world!

He reached out and touched the woman's face.

But above the woman, there was a transparent layer blocking his hand.

It's cold!

The transparent thing that didn't seem to exist, ten times colder than ice.

Bian Liang's hand only touched lightly, and his entire arm was frozen, unable to move.

He could only use his other hand to remove the frozen hand.

As soon as I left the thing, my hand moved again.

This? Bianliang stopped his hand in the air and didn't try again.

Because he saw that in the wooden cabinet, there were countless sunspots inlaid with mud.

That thing, it should be ice condensed from the air!

Even the air can be solidified, and this temperature is indeed low enough!

Bianliang withdrew his hand and walked outside, the temperature here was too low, and the muscles on his face were a little stiff after a long time.

As soon as he left, the mirror wall closed again, and Bianliang looked at it, the mirror wall was so perfect, like a complete piece, and there was no gap in the middle at all.

At the bottom of the mirror wall, close to the floor, there are some black spots oozing out.

Under the black spot, there is a document, which is the one that Wu Jun used to open the door.

Bian Liang picked it up, and when he took a closer look, it was a special contract order, with Xia Pet's brain pattern underneath.

Xia Pet, this boss, really...

It's weird.

There are so many secrets.

He rummaged through the filing cabinets and workbenches again, but found nothing else useful.

Forget it, let's go, it's not good if it's too long, if it's discovered, maybe it will affect the senior brother.

Thinking so, Bianliang walked out.

As soon as he went out, the door closed automatically.

Everything returned to calm, the door was still dark, and if you didn't open the hand, you couldn't see your fingers.

It's so spooky!

This kind of place, if it's okay, don't come back again.