Blood soaked the white sleeves, and the young man in white turned pale, but he still didn't take half a step back.

Bai Wanwan's body seemed to be drained of strength when he saw the blood, and even the hand holding the sword hung down weakly.

The long sword fell to the ground alone and made a soft sound, and Bai Wanwan covered his forehead and opened a few strands of hair, and laughed in a low voice, the smile was hoarse and terrifying.

If you can't get started, it has nothing to do with any other feelings.

In fact, when you calm down and think about it rationally, it seems that you can't blame him at all. But even though he knew that he was being used and deceived, Bai Wanwan still felt angry.

The emotions in her heart were so depressed that she couldn't breathe, she straightened up and looked at Feng Ah Candle behind Bai Yu: "Seriously, I look down on you." It's disgusting to be a human being to the point where you're here. ”

After speaking, no matter what Feng Azhu's expression was, Bai Wanwan took out the broken hairband from her arms and threw it on Bai Yu, she mocked with her eyes: "Your things, give them back to you." ”

When she picked up the saber from the ground, she caught a glimpse of the jade pendant still hanging from his waist, and wanted to speak, but a thousand words choked in her throat, and when she stood up and raised her eyes, her eyes were already clear.

"Excuse me, farewell."

The timing is already uncomfortable today, and if you stay any longer, it's just disgusting.

The young man in white was holding the broken hairband, and his clear and narrow eyes seemed to have a layer of mist, which could not be blown away or dissolved.

"You..."

As soon as he was about to open his mouth to stop Bai Wanwan, Feng Azhu behind him hugged his waist: "Ah Yu, I'm so scared." ”

Her voice was a little flustered crying, which should have made people feel pity, but at this moment, Bai Yu felt discomfort in his heart, and he looked at Bai Wanwan's back in the distance, like something and a broken hairband in his hand.

Forever divided in two.

"Lianlian, we have been friends for a hundred years.

Which ninety-seven years old died, but he waited on the bridge for three years......"

Bai Wanwan walked away with the song, and the words that used to contain warmth were chanted in his throat at this time, but they seemed to be holding a knife, stabbing people's throats.

The long, staccato song disappeared into the air, and the little girl in red walked away with her sword in her hand, and did not even look back.

She walked out of the valley and didn't think long before she bumped into Mu Xiaoyao, who was almost stunned because she couldn't find Feng Azhu.

At the first sight of him, Bai Wanwan subconsciously wanted to run back, but her physical strength could not be compared to Mu Xiaoyao, but in a few moments, he grabbed her back by the collar.

"You're not dead yet?" This is Mu Xiaoyao's question.

Bai Wanwan sneered: "Don't you think it's strange that none of the people sent by the sect master to Xuanji Mountain Villa have returned?" ”

Mu Xiaoyao narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Those people, you killed them?" ”

"It's just a courtesy, you taught me how many lives in Xuanji Villa, and you will return it to me in its entirety."

"It's a lot of teeth." Mu Xiaoyao snorted angrily in his throat, and almost used nearly half of his strength to strangle Bai Wanwan's neck.

Although the air was gradually thinning, Bai Wanwan's eyes were still clear: "But... You killed me...... What's the use? ”

This sentence seemed to sting Mu Xiaoyao's heart, and he let go of the hand that was holding her neck, but he took the sword and drove it into her shoulder blades, so that she couldn't move.

Blood gushed out, and Bai Wanwan endured the pain in her throat, neck and shoulders, and couldn't help coughing. This not only did not relieve the discomfort in his throat, but even coughed up two mouthfuls of warm blood: "If you kill me, you will never know where Feng Ah Candle is." ”

Mu Xiaoyao's anger seeped even more, and the sword that pierced her shoulder pressed inward, and when he heard Bai Wanwan snort in pain, he withdrew his hand with satisfaction: "Are you threatening me?" ”

Bai Wanwan smiled with her eyebrows, but she smiled sarcastically: "Isn't what I said the truth?" ”

Before Mu Xiaoyao did it again, Bai Wanwan had already endured the pain and pulled out the sword on her shoulder, and the blood gushing out almost soaked the sleeves of her clothes, she kicked the sword away, and pulled out five or six meters away from Mu Xiaoyao before she could stop.

She has no chance of winning a head-to-head fight with Mu Xiaoyao, and Mu Xiaoyao doesn't seem to be the kind of person who can be reasonable. What's more, now that he is injured, he can't escape far, no matter how he counts, it seems to be a dead end.

But just dying here, even if it is to throw away the task, Bai Wanwan will not be reconciled.

She frowned, the sleeve arrow in her sleeve was ready to go, and as soon as Mu Xiaoyao moved, she widened the distance between the two, and the arrow in her sleeve also shot out.

The martial arts of the male protagonist who is set as the leader of the Demon Sect are naturally many times higher than those subordinates, and he just dodged the sharp arrows nailed into the stone slab by turning sideways: "I don't know whether to live or die." ”

One blow missed, Bai Wanwan was not discouraged, and those hidden weapons like a net of heaven and earth poured down, like a rain curtain constructed with iron sheets, enveloping Mu Xiaoyao's whole person in it.

I couldn't see his strange body clearly, and in just a few moments, the black-robed man walked in front of Bai Wanwan again, although his robe had been cut by a sharp hidden weapon and several wounds had oozed blood, but these injuries seemed to be insignificant to him.

Before Bai Wanwan could dodge, the long sword passed through her abdomen, and the sharp pain that made her fingers tremble was almost impossible for her to hold her upright body, so she was half-kneeling and panting with one hand.

The air in her throat seemed to freeze, and the pain between her breaths was so painful that her eyes were so moist that she could barely see what was in front of her, and the blood spilled from her lips, and she choked on the ground in the midst of coughing.

The moment Mu Xiaoyao pulled out the sword, her mind was confused, and she couldn't even condense her consciousness, at that moment, Bai Wanwan really felt the powerlessness and despair brought by death.

So is the mission going to fail? Just die? She felt so depressed just thinking about it that she coughed violently.

Clenched back molars, clenched fists. Obviously, that sword should have been fatal, but she didn't lose her breath for a long time, and her eyebrows became more and more fierce.

The girl in red stood up with her knees trembling as if she had been soaked in blood, and she would not be reconciled if she failed like this.

The breath in her heart that couldn't go down was like an obsession in her heart, and she actually stood up with her sword like this.

001… I really hate weakness, as if I can't do anything well without him, no matter how hard I try, I still have to be trampled on the soles of the protagonist's aura.

001 of the sea of consciousness didn't dare to speak, judging from her data here, Bai Wanwan's body was already at the end of the strong crossbow, and it wouldn't last long.

But now, she held the hilt of her sword tightly with both hands, and straightened up to face Mu Xiaoyao.

The eyebrows and eyes of the blood-stained girl in the robe were cold, the ink hair was flying without wind, and the eyes on the blood-stained face were gray and empty, without any luster.

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