In the firelight, the girl closed her eyes, and the last scene was the overwhelming silver thread strangled towards Liao Ming's figure, the silver thread was straight, as sharp as a sharp blade, and the fallen leaves were in pairs, not just to describe the sharpness of the sword.

The next moment, the girl suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Liao Ming's location with some surprise.

The expected blood-spilled scene did not materialize.

On the contrary, the silver thread shattered, scattered and swayed, and everywhere it passed, the flowers and trees were cut in two, the dust was everywhere, the thunder roared, and the arc was intertwined and lingered in the air.

There was another sound of breaking wind, the dust and smoke swept away, and Liao Ming's figure took a step forward, holding the wooden handle tightly in his left hand and the knife in his right hand.

At this moment, the wooden knife is completely unsheathed.

It is still an ordinary long knife, there is no such gorgeous sword light and sword shadow, there is no chilling glazed brilliance, and the arc around it seems to have nothing to do with Liao Ming, just standing on the ground so simply, it is like an ordinary knife swinging forward.

The girl's figure suddenly fell backwards.

Because in the next moment, Liao Ming suddenly put the knife into the sheath, and pulled it out in the direction of the girl again, slashing an arc of wind in the air, highlighting a word, fast.

Just in an instant, the place where the girl was originally located was set off by stormy waves.

The girl's figure floated on the ground, but it didn't fully step on the ground, floating an inch.

If you look closely, there is a silver thread at each of the feet, and everyone knows where it is connected.

Liao Ming retracted the knife again.

This time, Liao Ming opened his mouth slightly, took a light breath, his body suddenly pressed down, and the wooden knife in his hand was suddenly pulled out, and at the same time, Liao Ming's entire body shot out, drawing a blue rainbow light between Liao Ming and the girl's body, enveloping the heavy dust and sand.

All this was too sudden, and the girl's figure flew upwards without logic, but she found that she seemed to have been locked by Liao Ming, and even if she appeared there, she would be hit by the final blow.

The girl's eyes were sharp, her figure disappeared, followed by Liao Ming's blue rainbow light in a graceful arc on the ground, and then swooped towards a certain part of the jungle.

Look down from above.

Blue Hongguang circled around the barren mountain behind him almost instantly, and the trajectory was very different each time, and even once it was a corner turn, which almost made the girl die in an instant.

The girl appeared for the last time on the edge of a cliff, waving her arms lightly, as if in resignation, watching the gradually enlarged blue Hongguang rub the ground and rampage, until finally, the two collided together.

The whole cliff collapsed down.

The people in the city near the ancient river or the people in the rivers and lakes all subconsciously raised their heads.

The tea guests in the teahouse looked at the trembling drinks on the table.

The bold ones pretended to have nothing to do, and continued to drink the wine or tea in their cups as they pretended to be calm, but those who spared their lives had already run away, shouting: "Earthquake!

The most violent earthquake was actually Zhiyun Village.

The man, the girl's father, coughed and staggered towards the entrance of the village.

Subconsciously turned around, and actually saw a young man standing there quietly outside the door, his eyes calm, as if he was indifferent to what was going on around him.

"Are you?" the man suddenly remembered something.

Let's just say why there is a familiar feeling, isn't this the young man who was outside the village entrance that day, Liao Ming was carrying on his back?

It's just that at the beginning, this young man should have lost his breath, how could he still stand here intact at this time, and there were no sequelae.

Is it really a resurrection?

Yang Yi looked around and frowned: "Where is this? What are you doing?"

Before the man could speak, there was another loud noise in the distance, and a pillar of blue light rose into the sky, reflecting the already dim sky with a strange dark blue.

Liao Ming's knife had already been against the girl's neck, but for some reason, the terrifying knife could only take the girl back three steps, and then it was like a knife slashing at the Xuantie, and she couldn't move forward even an inch.

Take a closer look.

The surface of the girl's neck does not seem to be flesh and blood, but a layer of protective film composed of countless silver threads, although a silver wire is hard enough, it can't stop Liao Ming's knife at all, but if countless silver threads are stacked on top of each other, the girl is confident that even if it is the first knife or the first sword today, there is no way to cut this layer of protection.

The girl's eyes were calm, she had already expected this scene, one hand flicked the handle of the wooden knife, the other cat waist, and stretched out a hand against Liao Ming's eyebrows.

The air fell into silence.

The girl looked at Liao Ming's closed eyes, a silver thread stretched out from behind her, and when she was about to insert it into the back of Liao Ming's head, the blue pillar of light that originally rose to the sky in the canopy actually fell back into the world.

The girl raised her eyes in shock, and was about to retreat to dodge, but found that her arm had been grabbed by Liao Ming at some point.

His brows were tightened, and several silver threads intertwined out, wanting to cut off Liao Ming's hand that was grabbing his arm directly, but the falling silver thread was empty, because Liao Ming had already let go and swept back behind him.

The silver thread twitched again at the girl's feet, and her figure disappeared into the top of the treetops in the distance.

Liao Ming on the other side frowned slightly, and the hand that had held the girl trembled, and blood flowed between his fingers.

Obviously, the silver threads that spread all over the girl's surface did not just serve as protection.

After the girl's hands are intertwined, they are slowly pulled outward, and the web-like structure shaped like a spider web is presented in the girl's hands.

This time, instead of the silver silk thread used in the previous one, it was lavender.

The girl's figure took the initiative to lean out for the first time, and the next moment it appeared in front of Liao Ming.

Hands reach forward.

Liao Ming stabbed forward the wooden knife in his hand without thinking.

Just in the moment of contact.

The wooden knife was instantly cut into countless small pieces, and the previous thunderous posture of eye medicine was scattered at this moment, more like a piece of tofu being easily cut and falling to the ground.

Wooden knives are so, but what about people?

Liao Ming's figure swept back quickly, but it was not as fast as the girl.

In an instant, the reticulated purple silk thread had already devoured Liao Ming's entire wooden blade.

The girl did not follow closely, but threw it lightly and flew towards Liao Ming, seemingly fluttering, but in fact, if a leaf fell on it, it would inevitably be shattered.

Liao Ming lay on the ground, still holding the scabbard with one hand and attaching the other hand to the ground, his whole body was like a frog, ready to attack.

Liao Ming didn't know when he had dropped the simple wooden knife in his hand.

The hand attached to the ground was slightly raised, holding it in front of the scabbard, but there was no hilt, which seemed ridiculous to outsiders.

The girl did not slack off in the slightest, and countless silver silk threads burst out from behind her and broke through the air to Liao Ming's body.

When the reticulated purple silk thread was about to touch Liao Ming's figure, Liao Ming also moved.

With one step, the qi around him instantly climbed to the peak.

One more step, Liao Ming's entire body was pressed down and flush with the ground.

One step later.

The hand that was held in front of the scabbard slashed in front of him, and the extremely resilient purple silk thread actually broke in half at this time.

It's not over yet.

An invisible aura swept up all the oncoming silver threads, but instead of cutting them off as before, they slashed through them and flew straight towards where the girl's figure was.

The girl's figure turned again, dodging the blow.

Nothing had happened where they had been, not even a trace of dust had been brought up.

The girl's heart shrank suddenly.

Before he could look back, he saw a hand pass through his heart.

The silver threads covering its body crumbled until they finally vanished, and the girl revealed her original skin for the first time.