Heaven and earth, Zhong Yan seems to have nowhere to escape, there is no escape.

Ruan Bailu was fighting with the bloody knife fallen monk, and he had no time to care.

In the face of an interception by an exterior location, Zhong Yan no longer seems to have any countermeasures.

[You're going to die, think about your last words, of course, the old man thinks you might be able to try to fight poison with poison! 】

The strange text seemed to mock Zhong Yan.

"Fighting ...... with Poison"

Zhong Yan's inner emotions surged, in addition to the resentment and tyranny brought by the demon knife red dyeing, there was also a small pleasure, bliss, depravity, and endless gushing desires.

Suddenly, he felt something in his heart and understood the meaning of this strange word.

Since your heart is already in chaos, it's better to push it hard to make your heart more chaotic and go to the extreme.

If there are any extremely distorted and depraved emotions that Zhong Yan can control, then there is only "Seven Killing Sword Techniques"!

Zhong Yan immediately gave up thinking and handed over his body to the long sword in his hand.

His eyes immediately reddened, and he gasped like a wild beast.

Those who disturb my heart will have many troubles today.

Evil is rampant in the world, others turn their backs on the frame, and heaven and earth are indifferent.

Kill!

The formless silk thread had not yet touched Zhong Yan, and was immediately wrapped in a strong killing intent.

The faint light dimmed, like a black hole devouring everything.

Zhong Yan took two steps forward, not retreating, but advancing, and handed out the long sword in his hand.

"Kill!"

The sharp sword qi cut off the formless silk thread, but there were more silk threads that fell on Zhong Yan's body.

His clothes were cut, his skin was torn, and blood splattered three feet.

But the sword in his hand did not stop.

"Kill!"

Zhong Yan shouted, the true meaning of the bloody knife fallen monk had completely enveloped Zhong Yan, but in that aura of fear and abuse, some deeper resentment sprouted.

He actually relied on the true intention of the "Seven Killing Sword Technique" to turn the true intention of the blood knife into his own use, and for a while, the true intention of the two was entangled, regardless of each other, and even made Zhong Yan temporarily reach the realm of true unexpectedness.

Perhaps, the demon knife of the Blood Knife Fallen Monk has also absorbed the true meaning of the "Seven Killings Sword Technique", so it has today's entanglement.

He Xiaoxiao was also infected by this breath.

was prosperous and wealthy when he was young, but his father was questioned and beheaded for his incompetence, and his family was in the middle of the road, and he was riddled with poverty.

Mother is committed to people, and she herself is floating between the bedsheets, and she has seen countless people who are incompatible, and finally, on a rainy night, a man holding a red oil-paper umbrella found himself in the rain.

"Do you want to change that?"

The other party asked, He Xiaoxiao only nodded ignorantly.

Since then, the rich lady who has been in the dust has never been seen again, only the Oiran of Ning Xiangfang remains, [Silk Play] He Xiaoxiao.

Countless memories came flooding back to my heart, accompanied by boundless resentment and murderous intent.

I have obviously mastered the power and killed all those who are unlucky, but why, the vacancy in my heart has not been filled?

Kill!

He Xiaoxiao's ten fingers were linked, and countless silk threads went towards Zhong Yan, but the chapter method was not as stable as before, leaving a lot of gaps.

With more than forty years of battlefield experience, Zhong Yan shuttled through those gaps, and with another sword, he destroyed the second formation eye.

Hmmm-

Several silk threads wrapped around Zhong Yan's foot and neck, trying to cut his leg off.

But Zhong Yan was unmoved, and continued to move forward.

[Xiaoyou, you are really the second craziest guy the old man has ever seen, no matter what, you survived this time, but not necessarily next time]

Zhong Yan didn't pay attention to the words in his sight, he felt pain all over his body, and he couldn't hear the sounds around him.

No.

Even Zhong Yan, who was in a state of killing, sensed that something was wrong at this moment.

All the voices of this world are gone.

Whether it is the sound of swords clashing, or the sound of insects chirping in the distance, or the sound of the collapse of invisible and phaseless silk threads, they are all gone.

It's as if the concept of "sound" has been erased from this world.

He looked ahead.

On one side was a tide of tyranny like blood, but on the other side, Ruan Bailu stopped moving.

All the voices of the world are silent for her.

The Blood Knife Fallen Monk suddenly realized that something was wrong, and the blade that had been cut out immediately deflected, taking away a few trees.

He Xiaoxiao hurriedly converged the silk threads, forming a translucent cocoon around him.

In an instant, a dragon's roar exploded.

Under the cover of night, Ruan Bailu's whole body burst out with countless sharp sword intents.

Those sword intents formed an illusory dragon shadow, hovering in the sky.

A real dragon is born!

The scene lasted only a moment.

Because the sword qi has come one after another, destroying the withering and decaying.

Three miles around the crater caused by this [Taixu] relic, all the trees were covered with hoarfrost in an instant, turning into a large snow-white forest of ice crystals.

The Great Array of Heaven and Earth was slashed by this sword, leaking out the bright moonlight.

The bright moonlight in front of the window is suspected to be frost on the ground.

With the light of the moon, those frosty trees shattered and turned into countless crystal dust, which were raised one after another.

And where the blade was pointing, there was a burst of white frost on the body of the fallen monk of the blood knife, his lips were pale, and only the crimson blade in his hand was still a little warm.

He Xiaoxiao spat out a mouthful of blood, her clothes were also a little torn, and the cocoon composed of formless silk threads had long been broken.

The Longyuan sword blade in Ruan Bailu's hand reflected the moonlight, and the leaves were pale, and the white dew was frost.

He Xiaoxiao sighed, and the silk threads around her quickly converged.

Ruan Bailu's wrist turned, and Long Yuan exploded with another dragon roar.

But the woman from the Ning Xiang Fang had already escaped with the frozen blood knife wrapped around the silk thread, and the sword light stretched for miles, missing He Xiaoxiao, who was fleeing with all his might.

[Immortal] maintained its original posture and stopped for a moment.

Immediately, a mouthful of turbid blood spurted to the ground, in stark contrast to the hoarfrost.

Zhong Yan knew that even if Ruan Bailu was actually exhausted by this blow, most of his strength had been exhausted, and if he pursued it again, he was afraid that it would be in vain, and the demon girl of Ning Xiang Fang was scheming, and there might be some traps.

In order to pursue one step to the sky, Ruan Bailu has not yet hastily stepped into the threshold of the exterior scene, relying on this realm of floating perfection and the two genuine exterior scenes, it is enough to shock the heavens, and if he is someone else, he is afraid that he will be crushed to death in the secret realm of [Taixu].

[Hey, this little girl is the most vulnerable now, if you have any wrong thoughts, hurry up when she can't resist]

In Zhong Yan's field of vision, the words resurfaced.

“......”

He didn't have the strength to do it himself, so he still thought about it.

Zhong Yan put Hao Ming in the sheath, used it as a crutch, and walked to Ruan Bailu's side on crutches.

He found that this Miss Ruan's breath was weak, and she had exhausted her strength just by standing.

“...... I have a few pills in my arms, you take two pills for me, and you take two pills yourself. ”

Ruan Bailu said angrily.

Zhong Yan bowed slightly, and glanced at Ruan Bailu's chest again, which had been damaged due to the attack of the demon knife, revealing his fair skin.

"It's okay, you don't have to worry so much at this time."

Ruan Bailu added a sentence and asked Zhong Yan not to care about the difference between men and women.

Zhong Yan responded, cautiously reached out and groped, and soon found a small medicine bottle.

When the medicine bottle was taken out, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Ruan Bailu's chest, and there was indeed a birthmark, exactly the same as Apo!

Shocked in his heart, Zhong Yan hurriedly poured out the medicine and fed it to Ruan Bailu in the palm of his hand.

Ruan Bailu couldn't move, only lowered her head slightly, and gently took it into her mouth, her soft tongue rubbing slightly in Zhong Yan's palm, wet and slippery.

Zhong Yan glanced at his palm, picked up the medicine bottle again, and ate two pills himself.

The pill is sweet, melts in the mouth, moistens the heart and spleen, as if the wounds on the body are no longer painful.

"Long Yuan will take us back to Jingting Mountain, you have already obtained the [Taixu] relics."

Ruan Bailu said again, after she took the pill, her body recovered, put Long Yuan in the scabbard, and asked again.

"[Taixu] relics?"

Zhong Yan asked ignorantly.

"Isn't that the one in your arms?"

Ruan Bailu pointed, and Zhong Yan immediately looked at his tattered clothes, the human skin scroll looked mottled and old in the moonlight.

[Oops, I was discovered, Xiaoyou, you didn't ask the old man, it's not the old man's concealment]

The words resurfaced.

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