Si Chen was furious.

She withdrew her claws from Yan Ying's body, changed them into palms, and slapped a palm on Yan Ying's chest.

Yan Ying snorted, and a mouthful of blood rushed out, splashing on the thin snow of the sacrifice array, like a little cold plum.

He covered his chest, looked at Si Chen, and laughed, the corners of his pale lips were covered with dazzling blood, and his eyes were cold, and he laughed brightly and evilly.

The red light in Si Chen's eyes began to tremble and expand, and the terrifying killing intent spread, and the lotus step was like a glimpse of floating light, making Yan Ying's eyes bloom.

Yan Ying lost a lot of blood, first consumed a lot of Xuan power by Shen Run, and then fought a life-and-death battle with Si Chen, who was slightly stronger than him, and his body was a little bad.

But he knew that this one was Si Chen's loss, because she couldn't do it, the difference between a failure and a success, and she missed the opportunity at the last moment, and this is the failure of the failure.

A cold, smooth hand was still stained with blood, and it pinched his throat from behind with lightning speed, but it was not with firm force.

That hand, slender and slippery to the touch, pinched in his fatal place, would kill him at any moment.

At this time, a large number of weapon men poured in from the mouth of the cave and poured into the altar, blocking the altar airtightly.

Shen Run, who was standing aside, frowned.

The situation seemed to be Si Chen's victory, but he always felt that something was wrong, and at this moment a group of "flies" poured in, pushing the victory situation that had just been mastered to the defeat again, and he had to not tremble with a group of strange people who were covered in the smell of rotting corpses, these people were simply monsters, they were not afraid of pain and would not retreat, they only knew how to attack.

Si Chen pinched Yan Ying's throat, the smell on his body was too strong at this moment, like the strongest attractant. Her mind began to mess up, her eyes fell uncontrollably on his snow-white neck, and she could even feel the cyan veins that pulsed slightly under his fair skin, and the crimson liquid in them was sweet, something that would have almost killed her by calming her frantic heartbeat.

As if in response to the surging blood in his body, Si Chen distinctly felt the blood vessels under her skin begin to swell, expand, and begin to form thick veins.

Si Chen's heart secretly said, "Oops."

It's not night now, and the moon will be full today, which shouldn't have been like this.

Yan Ying, he knew that she had deteriorated, and he had a way to deal with her sudden loss of control.

Si Chen was furious, but he couldn't control her deteriorating body.

She gritted her teeth, the fingers that pinched his throat trembled uncontrollably. She can no longer force her to use her Xuan power, once she uses all her strength, she will deteriorate faster, and when the time comes, she will either explode and die by herself, or she will be killed by Yan Ying when she is forced to attack.

Anger burned, but she had no choice but to accept that she had fallen short because of her physical condition when the situation was already good.

"Uncomfortable?" Yan Ying let her pinch his throat, he put his back affectionately on her chest, her chest was soft, her hair floated on her cheeks with the wind, bringing her a trace of itching, his voice was gentle, like a spring warmed by the sun, and with a hint of temptation, he said, "Although you have seen through the medicine that prohibits your occult power, but you are a failure product whose blood will get out of control, even if you force out the medicinal power, the medicinal power will still remain in your blood, for you, just a little is enough." Although I didn't seal your mystical power, you are about to lose control. Chen'er, you lost. ”

"Really?" Her soft and slightly cool body was pressed against his back, and she was in his ear, her voice was low, slightly dull, and her breath was like an orchid.

At this time, Yan Ying suddenly felt a sharp cold aura in his lower back, this cold air made him creepy, he was shocked, and hurriedly broke through Si Chen's weak control and dodged to the side.

It was precisely because he was suddenly dodging, and after a moment of relaxation, he suddenly became nervous, and his movements were slightly chaotic, Si Chen waited for the opportunity to take a step forward, and a double-strand hairpin stabbed into his right abdomen fiercely, and twisted it viciously.

Yan Ying was furious and waved out with a palm!

Si Chen's body was out of control and he was no longer able to resist, he received a heavy slap on his shoulder, took two steps back, his heels hung in the air, he fell backwards, and his long skirt flew over, like a falling white butterfly, falling into the bottomless snow valley.

At the moment of falling off the cliff, the two looked at each other, and at the same time saw the strong killing intent in each other's eyes.

A figure as white as snow was like light, quickly passing past Yan Ying and jumping off the cliff.

Then, another elegant bamboo-colored figure broke through the siege of the weapon man and followed.

There was silence on the altar immediately, after the two men followed.

"Master!" Quicksand rushed through the crowd, followed, and held Yan Ying, looking at the two serious injuries on his body, and tightened his eyebrows.

Yan Ying stood in front of the cliff, looking at a snow-white, bottomless cliff, as cold as water.

"Send someone down there to search, all the men are killed, and the women are brought back!" After a while, he commanded coldly.

"Yes." Quicksand is not surprisingly responsive.

The weapons that received the order looked at each other, this is a cliff, fall from here, can people still live?

Yan Ying looked at the way they wanted to speak and stopped, and the anger in her heart was even stronger.

The weapon man he cultivated halfway is really not as good as the original weapon man who started from his childhood, and he spent a lot of money to make a group of half-hangers.

The steep cliff is nothing to the weapon people of Shengzi Mountain, survival of the fittest, those who survive are the elite, especially Si Chen, she is the elite of the elite, she was rumored to have died countless times when she was in Shengzi Mountain, and he has long since changed from panic at the beginning to disapproval now.

A cat has nine lives, and she has eighteen lives.

He knew that when he caught a glimpse of Si Chen's eyes looking behind him with his peripheral vision just now, he knew that even if he didn't make a move, she would jump down by herself, because that was the only escape path she had at that time, and it was impossible for her to escape from the front, because at that time her body could no longer use her Xuan power, and she had to save the last bit of Xuan power to use when she jumped off the cliff to escape, so that she could get out smoothly.

It's just that he didn't expect that she was like that, and in that case, she still had the leisure to stab him with a hairpin.

With an expressionless face, he pulled out the gold-inlaid jade butterfly hairpin that had been twisted into his belly, brought out a stream of blood, and splashed it on the ground.

He was furious and threw the hairpin in his hand heavily on the ground.

"This is the hairpin I bought for you, I paid for it!" He thought indignantly to himself, and went outside the altar.

"What about Fire Dance and Si Jiu?" He asked with a calm face.

"I didn't see Huo Wu and Si Jiu." Quicksand followed him, whispering in reply.

"What happened to those human sacrifices? There is also Feixia Mountain Villa. ”

"Feixia Villa and General Zhou's side have been calmed down, General Zhou didn't know that the master was there, and he accepted the guilt after knowing it." Quicksand said, paused, frowned, and said, "The human sacrifice is almost all disposed of, but ...... There are two people missing, one is the third master of Feixia Villa, and the other is the seventh son of Sun Qilin Village. ”

Yan Ying's heart sank, her eyebrows were condensed, and her anger was even stronger.