She didn't know anything about Wanyan's strength, and she didn't know anything about her abilities, positions, and levels. Thinking of the relationship between the other party and Song Jue, Jiu'er couldn't be careless even the slightest.

With her current status as an ordinary person, the ending of the opposite can be imagined.

But Jiu'er still came.

Whether she is sent to death or arrogant, she must meet this woman today.

It was rare for the two to agree on their thoughts, and the smoke suddenly disappeared, just as it appeared when it appeared.

Jiu'er's heart condensed slightly, standing motionless in place, the quiet and gloomy street didn't know if it was her psychological effect or what, it became more and more illusory and hazy, her eyes were filled with white energy molecules, dense, revealing an evil that was completely different from most of the energy, and the coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow was more obvious.

Spiritual, but Zhongli's energy color is completely different from hers, if you have to study it carefully, Wanyan's energy is more pure and active, and the dangers contained are completely incomparable to Zhongli.

"Today, I will teach you what attitude to use when facing different people, arrogance also requires confidence."

People come before they see the sound, and the sound comes from all directions, and there is no trace to be found.

Jiu'er squinted her eyes and didn't say a word, it can also be understood that the other party didn't give her a chance to speak at all, an invisible coercion suddenly came, caught off guard, the air contracted in an instant, and her straight back was constantly pressed down, her knees were weak, and the surrender psychology for no reason controlled all her consciousness.

Jiu'er gritted his teeth and straightened his knees, half-squatting on the ground and holding on, confused, and a figure seemed to be slowly walking in his sight, with a condescending posture.

"Please, I'll make your death easier."

The other party's thoughts are clear.

Before killing her, making her bow down is the best way to satisfy her almost pathological vanity.

But... How can it be!

She could face any zombie vulnerable, but it was absolutely impossible for her to kneel in front of her and beg for mercy.

The heart moved slightly, the hanging peach blossom eyes flashed, no one could see it, and the blood pupils that suddenly appeared in those eyes were like a flash in the pan.

Wanyan's thin lips were slightly hooked, and seeing Jiu'er's almost prostrate posture suppressed by energy, the depression accumulated in her heart seemed to dissipate a little.

Yes, it should be like this, how beautiful it is, no matter where it is, only strength can be king.

Ji Jiu'er is not qualified to be an equal to her.

She chuckled suddenly, looking at the figure that insisted on herself, lest she have long nights and dreams, and the invisible energy turned into dense tentacles, rushing to Jiu'er with lightning speed, and moving forward with a tearing momentum.

"Die!"

In an instant, a stream of energy sources instantly covered and submerged the person, and the tentacles were formed by the convergence of abilities, changing and changing according to the master's mind, tightly winding and tearing the target, once touched, it was difficult to fly.

Wanyan's eyes looked indifferently at the sharply contracted energy source, and the light fell silent for a moment after it suddenly bloomed, and there was a strange sense of calm in her heart.

The dust has settled...

"Hehe..."

The delicate female voice seemed to be in her ears, and Wanyan's unwavering eyes suddenly surged, and she saw the figure slowly walking out of the energy source, her charming peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, her pale little face smiled, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly.

"Stupid."

It was inconceivable that she was so angry that in an instant, Wan Yanyi moved at will, her body scurried, ignoring the phantom in the energy mass not far away, and she was entangled with Jiu'er in an instant.

Wanyan really didn't expect Jiu'er to have the ability to create illusions.

In the final analysis, she still underestimates people in the end!

Jiu'er didn't have the heart to think too much, at this time she was fully focused on Wanyan's attack method and position, if she was confident in a simple fight, the bad thing was that the opposite was Wanyan, who had a high ability and didn't know what else was able to press the bottom of the box.

Good spirit, not bad spirit, this idea has just fallen, Wanyan has returned to normal from the initial surprise, and since then she has never been given a chance to get close, how high the damage of the energy source Jiu'er doesn't know, she only knows that the scorching fluctuation that is about to tear her apart is still still there, if she hadn't taken precautions to escape carelessly, she wouldn't have survived.

She escaped once, but not the second time, Wanyan didn't need to be close to her, the energy of manipulation had already dizzy her, the illusionary blade grazed her skin again and again, it hurt, but she didn't dare to stop, Jiu'er was desperately protecting the fatal parts, and her body kept repeating the action of dodging like a machine, it didn't seem to be long, and it seemed to be a long time, until she was numb.

Putting aside the hostile identity, Wanyan rarely had a trace of admiration, and there was no suspense in this battle, but she couldn't understand what this fearless tenacity meant?

The smell of blood wafting around hooked the zombies with a keen sense of smell everywhere and were ready to move, but in an instant, Wanyan didn't think about it, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he stepped forward, like a galloping lightning, and his long legs fell to the ground as soon as he danced, rolling a few laps and stopping.

Dizzy, full of pain, as if to flash the body.

Jiu'er's heart sank slightly, she really had no strength, the two daggers in her hands were completely passive, and at this moment she was half-kneeling on the ground, the blood on her forehead was falling drop by drop, and outside her blurred vision was the figure of Dao Na, step by step, and she was coming.

Wanyan pursed her lips and raised her hand slightly, and the blade that was invisibly transformed was not yet close, which made Jiu'er feel the chill that penetrated into the bone marrow.

That's murderous.

Ethereal, mysterious and mysterious things.

"Tick..."

The splashing sound is particularly clear in the silence, as if some kind of strange signal, like a coincidence, as if it is destined, and it falls on the prosaic ancient ring accurately, one drop, two drops...

The ancient precepts are all accepted according to the order, the ghostly light is magnificent, and the carved ancient beast totem seems to come to life, the invisible deterrence is useless to ordinary people, but for Wanyan in the same world, it is a cultivation that kills people without seeing blood.

Jiu'er couldn't feel it, but something seemed to come alive in her heart, and a voice in her head kept comforting her not to be afraid, and she raised her head under the inexplicable confidence, touching the sluggish Wanyan, and the dark energy was entangled in wisps.

Song Jue.

Lowering his head and sweeping his eyes, the ancient ring that seemed to have been washed away from the lead in his hand, Jiu'er couldn't help laughing.

She endured it and couldn't bear to ask Song Jue for help, but in the end, it was because of him that gave her a glimmer of life.

I don't know where the strength came from, Jiu'er got up suddenly, the explosive power of the body that already contained countless energy was incomparable to ordinary people, there was a dark energy suppression, Wanyan had to be forced to bear Jiu'er's attack, those eyes that were full of pain and battle intent were completely different from the killing intent, that face was still beautiful, the body's reaction ability, tenacity, and positioning, but it was no different from those dead soldiers who licked blood with swords and didn't want to die.

If the dark energy has been imprisoning her ability, according to the crazy battle posture of the person in front of her, Wanyan was a little panicked, and forced herself to calm down and said coldly, "I know the partners in your base, and I also know that the spiritual ability who is struggling to find you in the W area, Ji Jiu'er, I don't think you want them to die because of you, right?" ”

Psychiatric...

Zhongli...

Jiu'er took a deep breath, and the woman really followed.

She clasped her hands, suddenly stopped moving, bit her lower lip without saying a word, her thoughts were rolling, her peach blossom eyes looked at the bright-looking Wanyan in front of her without blinking, and she said for a long time, "You have always wanted to kill me before?" ”

The voice is a little ethereal, powerless to follow the taste of the heart.

Wanyan shook her head, "I want to kill you, but I won't borrow someone else's hand." “

In this way, someone really targeted her, Wan Yan's look and the meaning revealed in the words, I must know who it is.

Jiu'er's straight back was slightly bent, as if accepting some kind of desperate truth, the dagger in his hand clenched crumblingly, and the ancient and mysterious ring emitted a dark and dazzling light.

Wan Yan's heart was full of pain, and she really couldn't figure out why Song Jue would bring this ancient ring that had a contract of life and death with him to this woman's hand, if the ancient ring was lost in any way, he would not be able to live.

Secretly hated in her heart, taking advantage of Jiu'er's stunned Wanyan suddenly urged energy, Jiu'er was faster than her, the dagger in her hand was like having eyes, she was very good at using the influence of the ancient ring in her hand, the dagger accurately pierced Wanyan's neck, sharp and close, Jiu'er's face was full of blood, only the eyes were bright and scary.

This woman is so deceitful!

The energy urged by Wanyan was not used on Jiu'er, but disappeared without a trace.

"If you don't kill me today, you'll only have to die in the future!"

This sound used up all her strength, Jiu'er found a random place to sit quietly against the wall, and ran away at this time, if she really stayed, she really didn't know what to do.

It's just that the sense of relaxation for the rest of her life after this catastrophe has not been maintained for too long, looking at the few humanoid zombies who are looking at her with a greedy face not far away, Jiu'er doesn't know whether to talk about it or not.

"Don't be afraid, little master, I'll help you."

The voice was accompanied by the figure of Xingye from far to near, Jiu'er's heart was slightly relaxed, and the corners of her mouth slowly hooked up a smile, "Okay, I'm not afraid." “

Helping each other at night, Jiu'er will naturally not be harmed, compared to her ease, Wanyan, who was intercepted by Song Jue at this time, is not having a good time.

Obviously he should run, but his eyes met, but Wanyan's legs couldn't move away.

The man's brows were slightly furrowed, his slender and powerful legs slowly approached, his face was handsome and unparalleled, his eyes were like the mysterious night sky of the vast universe, as bright as stars, leading people to fall without knowing it, no matter how many times he saw it, he could give her a completely different shock and turmoil.

Just like the first time they met, he lifted the curtain and walked slowly from the sedan chair, wearing the stars and the moon, behind him were thousands of followers, long hair hovering high above his head, and the dark black hairband was inlaid with three superb heavenly spirit stones, which easily covered the tens of thousands of believers in the Hehuan Palace, his expression was light and cold, and his eyes were full of careless laziness and casualness.

Her father told her that he was the overlord of the Demon Realm, the only Demon Venerable who had reached the self-built plane of the Transformation Stage for thousands of years.

At that time, she was thinking about how good it would be if she had stopped and stared at her all her life. No matter how extravagant she is, with one-thousandth of that person's love, she will die without regrets.