The blood-red aura spread little by little, flowing from the dantian to the tendons and veins, and then to the limbs and bones, all the way through every corner of He Busi's body, and his eyes became red. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The boiling killing intent surged in his body, his head was splitting, and his consciousness was a little blurred, as if something was occupying his mind little by little, and the blood ** shadow behind him became clear little by little.

What kind of evil deed is this?

Not only Wen and Nian were shocked, but even He Busi himself was shocked.

So far, he has never undergone such a change in his body.

The blood color spread, and his body also turned blood red, from the soles of his feet to his knees, waist and abdomen, the bloodthirsty red aura gradually invaded upward, and gradually became devouring, his body coincided with the blood shadow behind him little by little, and his consciousness gradually weakened.

Something is going to take this body and replace it, before his consciousness became completely blurred, he suddenly noticed this, knowing that he was afraid that he would cease to exist if he was one step later, why not think about twisting his eyes, holding his right hand, and pouring all the remaining spiritual energy in his body into the Qiushui Sword, the dense spiritual energy flowed like water waves, and the Qiushui Sword suddenly flourished, and he snorted and stabbed down on his abdomen with a low sword blade.

"Sneer",

The sharp blade of the sword slammed through his heart, the tip of the sword penetrated from behind, and the sea of dantian qi also passed through.

The wind was howling, and the powerful air flow burst out from the dantian, and the bloody shadow behind him trembled slightly.

"He's broken",

Wen Ziliang frowned, and pulled Nian Shirong back.

"Peng",

As soon as he took three steps back, there was an explosion in front of him, and the red air currents outside him made a startling sound and flew in all directions, and the thick snow on the ground was suddenly lifted by the air waves.

"Bang Bang Bang",

Swallowing Wu Gong and breaking through the sea of qi, all the power in his body was released, and the demon shadow behind him also roared angrily and collapsed in the air, and the powerful air flow swept around, stirring up snow flying in the sky, and it looked like a landslide and tsunami from a distance.

Wen Ziliang and Nian Shirong hurriedly flew high, away from the powerful force, and the two of them floated in the air and quietly watched the blizzard rising in the air below.

The roar continued, and it was not until half an hour later that the snowstorm subsided.

"That traitor... Is it dead?",

Nian Shirong still had palpitations when he spoke.

Wen Ziliang shook his head, fell to the ground on tiptoe, walked quickly to the snow pit in front, saw a large pool of blood on the ground, but there was no corpse of He Busi, he couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "This person has such terrible perseverance, such a strong desire to survive, Brother Nian, I think it's better to let him live."

"He has broken his merits, and he is extremely injured, even if we don't chase him, he won't live long in this ice and snow."

Nian Shirong raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said: "How can we do that? We have been chasing him for so long, and now he is exhausted, it is the time to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, if he escapes the catastrophe and recovers his strength in the future, will I still have Ning Ri in Longhuo Mountain?"

Wen Ziliang sighed: "Brother Nian's worries are also reasonable, it's just that, now the matter can only be killed",

Unleashed the nematose worm and chased it in the direction of its hissing.

The cold wind howled, the snowflakes fell, and the snow on the ground was covered layer after layer, and after a while, most of the shocking blood stains were covered, and half of the sore arm was buried in the snow, and a thin layer of ice crystals formed outside the blood hole.

There was the sound of light footsteps.

A handsome and elegant young man stepped on the snow, he glanced at the backs of Nian and Wen with a smile on the corner of his mouth, leaned over and picked up He Busi's arm and wrapped it in oilcloth, and swept down the mountain rock with a movement of his clothes......

Serious injuries, broken arms, broken power...... He Busi, who fled to the bottom of the mountain, was already unconscious, everything in front of him seemed to be spinning, snowflakes all over the ground, howling cold winds, and dead trees covered with thick snow under the mountain.

The chill came to his bones, his feet seemed to be as heavy as lead, his body had almost no aura, his physical strength had long been exhausted, and even his blood was almost dry, even if his perseverance was strong, it was difficult to support it at this time.

The footsteps staggered, the eyes were hazy, vaguely he seemed to see a figure in front of him slowly coming, but when he rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, he only saw the wind and snow and the sky, how could there be any figure?

There were no footsteps, it was an illusion, he thought to himself.

From time to time there was the sound of the wind whistling, the sound of breaking the air, and the two familiar and disgusting breaths.

Knowing in his heart that today was a catastrophe, why not turn around with a sneer, clench the Qiushui Sword in his hand, and coldly look at Nian Shirong and Wen Ziliang who were chasing after him.

As soon as Nian Shirong landed, he came into contact with his cold eyes, and he couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

"He... can still stand",

What kind of person is this, exhausted of spiritual energy, drained of blood, frozen wounds, and no longer feels the body temperature of a living person, but he can still stand with a sword.

"Kill him quickly, if I don't get rid of him now, I will never have peace in Longhuo Mountain",

Fearful, shocked, and even more resolute, Nian Shirong has five fingers, the aura in his body surges, and the golden palm prints are formed in front of him.

He was about to kill He Busi with one palm, but his wrist was grabbed by Wen Ziliang.

"Brother Wen......",

When he turned his head, he saw Wen Ziliang's solemn side face and slightly frowning brows, he was about to say something, when he suddenly felt a cold sword intent overwhelming the sky in an instant, the Liuying Mountain in February was already cold, and as soon as this sword intent came, he suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Following his gaze, he saw a cyan figure walking slowly in the wind and snow, he walked slowly, but in a moment it was already in front of him.

As soon as he approached Nian Shirong, he felt that the temperature here seemed to drop a few degrees, and he couldn't help but want to retreat, knowing that he couldn't bear this cold sword intent, he quietly sent him some aura with his four fingers, and he felt warmer.

In the wind and snow, the handsome young man Tsing Yi was thin, holding a single-edged long sword, walking lightly in front of He Busi, and he didn't see any movements, and the sword intent around him had come out like flowing water to suppress the whistling wind and snow outside for him.

Nian Shirong's face changed: "Who are you this traitor......?

Wen Ziliang raised his palm slightly, shook his head lightly and signaled him not to speak, and instead looked at the handsome young man with eyebrows in front and shawl in the back not far in front, and said: "Your Excellency is a decisive person who washes the sword and ice? This person has some old grudges with Longtuo Mountain, and I ask Your Excellency not to interfere ......."

"I saved his life, you guys, get out",

Before he could finish speaking, Ah Jue interrupted coldly.