The sharp thin sword pierced through Zhu Luan's chest, and there was not a trace of blood on it, as if it grew out of the girl's chest, and the sunlight through the gap in the bookshelf hit it, reflecting a dazzling silver light.

A sword that kills without seeing blood, just a fast!

The sword stabbed in deeply, so fast that Zhu Luan didn't feel anything, only heard the pop of the blade stabbing the bloody flesh.

And this person's sword intent was gushing, and after the thin sword pierced through Zhu Luan's chest, he wanted to continue to stab forward.

With a slight click, the thin sword, which had been bravely moving forward, suddenly lost all its vitality and was frozen in place motionless, unable to advance another inch.

The breath of grass and trees came to his face, and Song Huaizhu, who was originally a foot away from Zhu Luan, had already arrived in an instant, and with a gust of wind, he approached in front of Zhu Luan.

The white jade mask on the man's face was even about to be attached to Zhu Luan's cheek.

Zhu Luan lowered her head, Song Huaizhu's hand was placed in front of her chest, and one finger was against the tip of the sword that exposed her chest, that finger seemed to be made of gold and stone, and the thin sword was not allowed to advance an inch, nor to retreat an inch.

It was at this time that the severe pain of being late came, and the stabbing pain in the heart swept over in an instant. At the same time, I only heard the sound of a cold sword clash in my ears, and another thin sword came from behind the bookshelf again, but the tip of this sword was about to pass through the bookshelf, and it was separated by the fingers of Song Huaizhu's other hand, and the powerful force swung in the narrow space, and the sword that was bounced off the huge bookshelf cut a long ugly slash!

The original aiming position of this sword was actually Zhu Luan's side face, although Zhu Luan was confused, he still clearly felt the sword intent of this sword, this sword actually wanted to stab her face first, and then slash down on half of her shoulder!

Song Huaizhu's aura on her whole body became cold and piercing, even if she had just flicked off the second sword, the fingerprints of the hand that had stayed in front of her chest before did not move, and she still firmly fixed the first sword that pierced her chest.

Zhu Luan leaned on the bookshelf, his throat was sweet, and a bloody breath rushed out, looking at the face of the man who was close at hand, gritting his teeth, and trying to swallow the blood.

"You ......" Zhu Luan wanted to speak, but his mouth was full of blood and his voice was slurred.

I couldn't feel the breath of the person who came out of the sword at all, so I guess some means were used to cover up the breath, otherwise even if I didn't notice it, it would be impossible for Song Huaizhu, who was the master of the day after tomorrow, not to find out, but looking at the reaction of the man in front of him, he should not know.

There was no doubt that the sword was coming straight to her vital point, but at the moment when the tip of the sword pierced into her body, the sluggish body finally reacted, and it took her three lifetimes of reflexes to move an inch to the left at the last moment, narrowly avoiding the vital point.

At this moment, Zhu Luan felt that his whole body was heating up, and a strange red suddenly appeared in front of him, and at this time, under the red background, he could only see the vague outline of a person, like a fog, condensed and scattered, strange but a little familiar.

Zhu Luan's ears seemed to be empty, and he couldn't hear any sound, only silence.

Can't die.

Can't die.

Can't die.

Zhu Luan only knew that she wasn't dead yet, and she couldn't die yet.

Her heart was beating like a drum, and before her eyes was a sword shadow, a sea of blood-red fire like hell, a palatial palace, the whispers of her fiancé, twisted monsters, and spears passing through her chest. These messy scenes replay in my mind over and over again.

Those scenes are like monotonous and repetitive shadow puppets in the dark night, in the light and extinction, dead, and resurrected, all evil ghosts crawling out of hell, accompanying her in countless reincarnations, entangling her, tearing her.

Zhu Luan's whole body trembled.

Whoever it was, she was going to kill them.

She fumbled and opened the mechanism of the bracer guard on her wrist, and was about to make a fist.

"Stay awake, focus, and hold your breath." In the silence, she heard someone whisper in her ear.

She frowned, trying to make out the figure in front of her, but no matter how she looked at it, it was very unfamiliar.

"Hold your breath!" The man shouted. The aura on the man's body suddenly skyrocketed.

Zhu Luan squinted his eyes and glanced at him, holding his breath.

Then I only heard a muffled snort from behind the bookshelf, and with a bang, the man's fingers stopped firmly on her chest, but the tip of the sword that was originally in front of his fingertips was gone, and the thin sword inserted in Zhu Luan's chest was pushed back in an instant!

The blood all over his body was rushing, as if it was surging towards the wound on his chest, Zhu Luan originally thought that there would be an ending of blood splashing on the spot, but he only felt that the majestic True Yuan poured in from the wound, like a cool tide pouring in, and the boiling blood was calming down.

She lowered her head slightly, only to see Song Huaizhu's fingers, which had been on her chest, moving forward slightly, sticking to the wound that was originally inserted with the sword.

Zhu Luan frowned.

"Huh?"

At this moment, I heard a delicate voice behind me, like a jade bead falling on a silver plate.

"I didn't expect it to be stabbed? This woman next to you can't be an ordinary person, right? ”

The man who had been hidden behind the bookshelf stepped out from behind the bookshelf.

Zhu Luan tilted her head slightly, looking at the woman in white who walked out from behind, she looked a few years older than Zhu Ying's body, as if she was in her early twenties, her posture had fully grown, the curve was not like her delicate with a little green, but the full part was straight to spray thin, and the slender place was delicate and delicate, and the white dress with exquisite embroidery was not worn by her to show a fairy spirit, but became more and more enchanting, but a face with a dignified complexion, the corners of the eyes were slightly raised, and the flying phoenix was as bright and luxurious.

Seeing Zhu Luan looking over, the woman handed over a contemptuous look with coldness, and then casually turned her eyes away.

Her gaze fell directly on Song Huaizhu, who was staying in front of Zhu Luan.

She looked at Song Huaizhu with a smile and said, "Senior brother, long time no see." ”

Song Huaizhu didn't look up, nor did he look at her. Just stared intently at the fingers attached to Zhu Luan's chest.

Zhenyuan poured in from his fingers, like a river breaking an embankment, gurgling along the parts of the two people's bodies that came into contact, merging into Zhu Luan's clogged limbs and eight veins, and everywhere he went, it was like a spring breeze like a cold spring, cool and mellow, and majestic and long. After the injury, the flesh and blood meridians were meticulously repaired one by one, and the hearty inner rest soothed Zhu Luan's restless spirit, and not a drop of blood has flowed out of her wound so far.

With the help of Song Huaizhu Zhenyuan and Neixi, Zhu Luan's consciousness gradually sobered up.

"Song Gongzi, it's already okay." She whispered to Song Huaizhu, who was less than three inches away from her now.

Song Huaizhu glanced up at her when he heard this, took a step back, and opened the distance between him and her, but his fingers hadn't left yet.

Zhu Luan didn't mean to stop him anymore, after all, she didn't want to bleed in front of strangers.

She let go of the bracer on her hand, feeling the gaze of the strange woman, Zhu Luan raised her head.

The strange woman who was silently looking at Zhu Luan saw Zhu Luan raise her head, and an inappropriate sweet smile appeared on her originally expressionless face.

She looked at Zhu Luan calmly, but the expression on her face was gentle and polite, and she asked Zhu Luan in a low voice, "Who are you?" ”