In his heart, there was a jade-colored short sword, and the sword body was completely submerged in his chest, leaving only a lonely hilt, glowing with cold coldness, and blood kept gushing out.

With this short sword as the center, Jiang Xin had many jade-colored short daggers inserted in his body, constantly trembling, and the violent spiritual power entered Jiang Xin's body along the wound, shattering all his meridians.

Blood stained Jiang Xin's robe red, and stained the land under him.

Jiang Xin's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his painful face was a little hideous.

Su Yunran glanced lightly at Jiang Xin, who was covered in blood, and frowned impatiently, full of disgust.

As if he had lost his patience, Su Yunran's fingertips moved slightly, and his spiritual power flew out.

All the daggers and the short sword on Jiang Xin's body began to tremble violently, and the wound continued to widen, making it even more hideous and weird.

With Jiang Xin's painful roar, Su Yunran withdrew his hand, and the dagger and short sword all exploded at that moment, bringing blood splatters.

The heavy smell of blood quickly diffused and filled the space, making the already cold night even heavier.

Jiang Xin's body fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound and dying.

Su Yunran glanced at Jiang Xin, raised his thin eyebrows, and the hand holding the spear tightened a little.

With the subtle continuous "click" sound, many cracks appeared on the spear, extending at an extremely fast speed, and the spear was constantly trembling, making an uneasy sound.

A crisp sound came, and Su Yunran spread out his hand and flattened his mouth.

The spear turned into powder, and dissipated in the blood with the cold night wind.

Jiang Xin fell to the ground, blood spilling from the wounds on his body.

The pupils gradually dilated, the breathing gradually fell silent, Jiang Xin's hand tightened, but it was weakly released, stained with desolate blood.

Su Yunran stretched out his hand, grabbed it in the air, and pulled a white phantom out of Jiang Xin's body.

The phantom continued to struggle, letting out bursts of angry roars, but Su Yunran ignored it, and his white little hands tightened slightly.

In that instant, the fiery flames enveloped the phantom.

A hoarse scream was heard, and the phantom trembled violently in the flames, but in a moment, it turned into a pale light smoke and disappeared without a trace.

After doing this, Su Yunran slowly took out a silk handkerchief and wiped his hands seriously, with some meaning of independence in this bloody miserable situation.

After a while, Su Yunran withdrew the silk handkerchief, gently brushed his sleeves, straightened the slightly messy placket, and hooked the hair hanging down on the side of his face behind his ears.

The night wind blew away the smell of blood and spread it into the distance.

Glancing at Jiang Xin, who had become a bloody man on the ground again, Su Yunran snorted lightly, flicked his sleeves disdainfully, turned around, his body moved, and his thin figure disappeared in place.

Jiang Xin's corpse lay quietly on the ground, his robe was torn, and there were countless wounds on his body, large and small, deep and shallow, the skin and flesh were turned over, and some even revealed the broken bones and broken meridians inside, which was extremely terrifying.

The dark red blood gradually coagulated, glowing with a cold and eerie luster under the cold moonlight.

The night breeze blows, the branches and leaves sway, there are yellowed dead leaves a few times, falling leisurely, fluttering in the air, crossing the decisive arc, and finally falling to the cold and bloody ground, completing the last dance in this life.

***

Out of the palace, Su Yunran walked directly and quickly towards Silent Moon Mountain.

The spiritual power in the body was surging, which was obviously a sign of a breakthrough.

The slender figure swept over the shadows of the trees, and Su Yunran's body was extremely fast, stepping on the treetops on tiptoe, trying his best to suppress the spiritual power in his body.

The crescent moon hangs quietly above the night sky, sprinkling rippling moonlight, accompanied by fluttering water vapor, descending on the world.

Finding a hidden place, Su Yunran Fang breathed a sigh of relief, sat down cross-legged, and sealed his hands.

Without suppression, the surging spiritual power poured out, wandering through the various meridians of Su Yunran's body, polishing and strengthening each vein.

Su Yunran steadied his breath, took a deep breath, and silently recited the mantra of the heart, his eyes were closed, guiding the spiritual power in his body.

The majesty of the spiritual power descended, and the cold wind howled by, cutting off all the surrounding vegetation.

The ground trembled continuously, and the slightly smaller stones were directly shaken into powder and dissipated in the cold night wind.

Su Yun's thick butterfly-like eyelashes had long been wet with sweat, and the crystal beads of sweat slid down the side of her face, fell into the dust, and disappeared.

The spiritual power was guided by Su Yunran, and it gradually became rich and rich along the major meridians of the body, glowing with a jade-colored luster.

After a while, Su Yunran changed his handprint, his whole body exuded a jade-colored halo, flowing with a shallow halo, the purple skirt hunted, and the dark lines outlined by the silver filament flashed with the brilliance of spiritual power.

Layers of skirts spread out and bloomed into an elegant and noble appearance.

Gradually, the rich spiritual power entered the meridians, and the meridians glowed with a jade-colored luster.

After a while, the circulation of spiritual power changed, and finally entered the dantian, becoming more and more intense, and finally turned into clear droplets, which soaked into Su Yun's dantian, making the dantian more stable.

When the last trace of spiritual power soaked into the dantian, Su Yunran's aura around his body changed greatly, becoming heavier and heavier, and a purple totem slowly appeared in the center of his eyebrows, glowing with a faint halo, extremely mysterious.

The night sky suddenly became heavy, and a large area of dark clouds obscured the crescent moon, and there was a faint sound of thunder, rolling with terrible coercion.

In the Silent Moon Mountain, the sand and rocks suddenly began to fly, and the light on Su Yunran's body became brighter and brighter.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning tore through the dull clouds, making a sharp sound, and the piercing light reflected the constantly shaking branches and leaves, making it even more bleak.

Su Yunran snorted, his hands kept changing, and the spiritual power condensed in his fingertips became more and more clear and mellow.

There seemed to be something accumulating in the night sky, and lightning continued to appear, tearing a corner of the dark clouds, and then being swallowed up by the dark clouds, leaving only the sound of rapid thunder.

The night wind suddenly became violent, and the branches and leaves rattled, and the stones tumbled and tumbled on the cold ground, rolling down from above.

The vision quickly attracted people's attention, and many people speculated about what had happened.

Ling Yan Zhai ——————

Nan Shiyan held the scroll, stood with his hands in his hands, and stood by the window.

Sensing the vision of the night sky, Nan Shiyan frowned slightly, put down the scroll, and walked out.

Feeling the coercion and spiritual power flowing in the air, Nan Shiyan's heart jumped, his pupils widened suddenly, and his warm eyes lost their calmness.

"It's Ling'er who is breaking through."

Nan Shiyan raised his head and looked at the turbulent night sky, and the hand in his sleeve slowly tightened.

"It's ······ Thunder! ”

When the words fell, Nan Shiyan stepped on tiptoe, and his figure disappeared into the vast night without the slightest hesitation. , you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie