Almost at the same time, Feng Chenglin and Xuan Wubao's twin swords collided, and they both looked this way.

In an instant, the wind became a forest.

"No!"

The corners of Xuan Wubao's mouth were smiling.

"It's over!"

With an oversight, Feng Chenglin's Xuan Qi burst out, knocking him away suddenly, and flying towards Ling Luoyu.

"Three Lesser ......"

With a roar, he didn't care about Xuan Wubao, who was slaughtering behind him.

In mid-air, the long sword in Xuan Wubao's hand was raised high and stabbed at Feng Chenglin's back.

At this moment, Ling Luoyu, who was originally motionless, suddenly raised his hand.

"Boom!"

A black streamer was released from her palm.

The soul blade burst out of the air.

Feng Chenglin's pupils shrank suddenly.

Ling Luoyu's soul blade turned out to be in the direction of him.

After a momentary pause, the soul blade flew past his ear.

"Whoosh!"

Instinctively, Feng Chenglin turned his head in shock.

Behind him, the soul blade pierced through Xuan Wubao with strong force.

The moment he saw the soul blade, the long sword in Xuan Wubao's hand that stabbed towards Feng Chenglin turned around, wanting to block the soul blade.

Before the wrist could be flipped over, the soul blade had already broken out.

"Poof!"

Soul blades flew out from behind him with blood.

Blood splatters.

"Hmm!"

In the muffled sound, Xuan Wubao fell to the ground in embarrassment, knelt on the ground with a "bang", and blood gushed out of his mouth.

He looked down at his chest in disbelief, and then looked at Ling Luoyu, he couldn't believe it.

"You ......"

Ling Luoyu still maintained the movement of his shot, and a pair of eyes swirled with a blue luster.

Opposite her, the silver-haired lady also maintained the action of stabbing Ling Luoyu's heart just now, strangely motionless.

Feng Chenglin froze his steps, not daring to step forward again, his eyes staring at the two people.

Their bodies were almost close together, and no one knew what was going on.

All everyone could see was the blood dripping between the two of them.

Drop by drop, drop by drop......

After Xuan Wubao died, the white-clothed people around seemed to have lost their leader, and they all stopped unconsciously.

Far above the flying beast, Xin Kai sensed that something was wrong, and the beast galloped over.

"Madame!?"

The flying beast fell to the ground and kicked up dust.

The hair of Ling Luoyu and the silver-haired lady also flew all over the sky at that moment, intertwined with black and white, mysterious and beautiful.

In the midst of the flying hair, the bodies of the two people slowly separated.

The silver-haired lady's dagger did hurt Ling Luoyu, but it was her left hand that was injured.

At that moment, Ling Luoyu's left hand suddenly grabbed the dagger.

The dagger was sharp, cutting her palm.

However, although the palm of her hand was injured, the blood dripping from the ground was not hers.

On the silver-haired lady's body, a bloody hole was clearly visible.

And at the edge of the hole, there are obvious burn marks.

If it weren't for the fact that the blood vessels were closed by fire at the time of the trauma, the silver-haired lady at this time would probably have died of blood loss.

Ling Luoyu held the silver-haired lady's dagger in his left hand and stepped back.

The right hand flipped over, and the soul blade flew and landed in the palm of his hand.

"Madame......"

Xin Kaicang jumped off the flying beast in panic, and his face changed greatly.

The location where the silver-haired lady was injured was the dantian.

This position is injured, and it is definitely not a good thing.

The silver-haired lady suddenly raised her hand and drank Xin Kai.

"Go away!"

Xin Kaisheng stopped and didn't dare to step forward again.

Taking a deep breath, the silver-haired lady looked at her wounds.

The moment the two bodies touched, she felt that something was wrong.

At that moment, a kind of power burst out from Ling Luoyu's body.