"You're going to die."

Mo walked out of the shadow of the bushes behind the demon tiger and walked towards Bai Yujing step by step. Remove a bamboo leaf that has been stagnant in the air and blow a light song.

Slowly bypassing the blade of the sword in mid-air, patting the dust on Lin Xuanlang's shoulder, Mo walked in front of Bai Yujing and put the bamboo leaves in his pocket.

"Rest for a while, this monster beast is still too reluctant for you now."

"This beast also existed in my time, called 'Shadow Tiger', and it is good at controlling ghosts and hiding in the shadows."

"Their clan has a secret technique - bloody killing, every time you kill the marked prey, you can heal the injury and increase your strength in a short time, and if you can't kill it, you will naturally be eaten and fall to the realm, oh, the mark is the previous tiger claw scratch on your body, your strength is too weak, he thinks it is nine out of ten."

Looking at Bai Yujing sitting on the ground, Mo was also half-squatting, smiling and grinning, as if he was very happy when he saw Bai Yujing deflated.

"Why, the real enemy is much more difficult than the museum, I can't help myself, and now I'm dragging down your friends."

Mo pointed to the knife that was about to approach Lin Xuanlang, which was a picture of the arrival of death.

"Mo, you have a way, you know the demon tiger so well, and you have such magical powers, can't you make a move?"

"How can a practitioner always hope in others? Why don't you work harder, even if you can't improve your cultivation too much, you can use your aura and spiritual power more profoundly. ”

"There wasn't enough time, things were moving too fast, and there was no excuse to deal with the balance between the school and the thaumaturgical world, so today would be the situation."

"Reality is not a novel, there is no situation where the chosen son will not die, this kind of person is more overwhelmed by the way of heaven and dies the fastest."

"Even if you don't admit it yourself, in the deepest part of your mind, you are relying on me, thinking that I will always protect you no matter what."

"Ask yourself here, have you tried hard enough?"

Mo pointed to the position of his heart, and every sentence, like a precise scalpel, peeled off Bai Yujing's disguise layer by layer, naked, and there was nothing left.

Bai Yujing lowered his head, his hands clenched into fists, and his nails sank deep into his flesh.

"Mo, please save him."

"How can the sword bearer hope that others will hold the sword for him, where is your sword intent placed, and is it worthy of the people and things that give you understanding?"

Mo shook his head, stood up, and snapped his fingers in the direction of Lin Xuanlang.

"So, we all have to pay for our actions."

Time moved again, and the blade ruthlessly slashed Lin Xuanlang, and Lin Xuanlang was still handing out his palm to Bai Yujing until the last moment.

"Don't!" Bai Yujing rushed forward suddenly, and the spiritual power around his body poured wildly.

It's all your own fault! There is always a trace of luck in my heart, I can spend everything I encounter safely, I just need to take my time, and I don't need to be too tired.

Bang!

Just the remaining sword wind knocked Bai Yujing away, his clothes were torn in several places, and he was covered in blood.

Lin Xuanlang fell in a pool of blood, still mouth-shaping Bai Yujing, telling him to run quickly, a tiger claw pressed his head, and a big mouth came out of the shadow to devour Lin Xuanlang.

I unconsciously put myself in the position of the protagonist, if I work harder! Comprehend the profound sword intent a little more! Take the initiative to ask Lin Xuanlang a little more! It won't drag Lin Xuanlang down!

Bloodshot climbed into his eyes, something was shattered in his heart, and bits and pieces of memories of the past filled the lost void in his heart like fragments.

Blood and qi surged, sword intent surging layer after layer, Bai Yujing stood up, a huge blood-colored phantom condensed behind him, he was dressed in a simple battle armor, a tattered cloak danced, and a delicate jade pendant pinned to his waist.

Giving up all retreats and the safety of his life, Bai Yujing gathered all his strength for this blow.

An ancient long sword was held in Bai Yujing's right hand, exactly the same as the weapon of the phantom, and the movements of the two were synchronized, raising the sword together.

With a swing of the sword, the sword intent flowed out, and the sword light shot out.

Heaven and earth are slaughtered, and the four fields are silent.

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Lin Xuanlang was about to use the palm wind to send Bai Yujing away, but he tripped over something, and the whole person fell to the ground, and happened to dodge the long knife behind him, and the knife light went straight towards Bai Yujing behind him.

Lin Xuanlang secretly screamed badly, raised his head and shouted: "Bai ......" The voice stopped abruptly.

Bai Yujing stood in the back, with a simple long sword in his right hand and a huge red phantom behind him, and he swung a sword horizontally, and the swords converged in front of Lin Xuanlang's eyes, and the sword light was twisted into dust along with the sword and the ghost itself.

The sword light did not pause at all, and continued to slash towards the demon tiger.

The demon tiger began to hide as soon as he saw Bai Yujing's posture, but the sword light was too fast, and now it could be completed.

A round of daylight suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield, dispelling all the shadows, and the demon tiger suddenly had nothing to hide, his body reappeared, and the sword light had arrived.

In an unwilling roar, the demon tiger was split in two.

Xu Rong landed slowly, used his spiritual power to simply build a cage to store the corpse of the demon tiger, and then dispersed his secret technique, the white sun.

Xu Rong happened to see the last scene when he hurried over, and at this moment, Bai Yujing was standing with a sword in his right hand, and the phantom behind him was slowly dissipating.

Xu Rong lit a cigarette and exhaled.

"It's really a sword fairy style."

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Bai Yujing woke up in an unfamiliar room, with a Chinese-style beam design, and the midday sun flowed through the lattice window on the solid wood desk.

There is a crisp birdsong outside the house, and the faint smell of medicine is full, and it is a little refreshing after smelling it.

The wooden door was pushed open, and a delicate girl wrapped in a white scarf walked in with a medicine bowl.

"Father said you woke up, let me bring the medicine to feed you to drink."

The girl's face was blushing and a little timid, and she didn't usually see people much, let alone feed medicine. However, my father was boiling medicine for another patient, and it was a critical time that he really couldn't leave.

The girl walked to the head of the bed step by step like a robot, her hands were still trembling, and Bai Yujing felt that the medicinal juice was about to be spilled.

Finally waited for the girl to walk to the head of the bed, Bai Yujing wanted to get up to herself, and after moving a little, she felt a huge pain all over her body, and there was a feeling of cramping and peeling her bones.

"Ah!! Pain and pain!! To die, to die, to die!! ”

Seeing this, the girl's eyes were flustered, and she put the medicine bowl on the bedside table, and her hand wanted to gently press Bai Yujing but was embarrassed, and she looked helpless.

"Father said that your meridians are damaged and you can't move casually! Don't move! I'm coming, I'm coming! ”

Bang dang!

A loud sound of the door opening frightened the girl like a cat.

"Sister Su Yue! I heard that Bai Yujing woke up! A figure flashed directly to the head of the bed, speaking a familiar Trump, which was extremely cordial.

Bai Yujing couldn't believe everything in front of him, and deliberately glanced at Lin Xuanlang's waist, and his strange eyes made Lin Xuanlang hairy, as if he had been cut in half.

"What, what's wrong? Oh! Don't worry, I don't have any external injuries! Speaking of Bai Yujing, you are so fierce, in the end, Brother Xu said that you have the style of a sword immortal! ”

"Oh, yes, you had a bamboo leaf on your chest at the time, I guess someone left it for you, you see."

Lin Xuanlang took out a bamboo leaf from the bag in his heart, and engraved four words with sword intent with superb skills.

"Cherish the Moment"

Thinking about that difficult night, looking at the scene of falling asleep now, Bai Yujing couldn't hold back any longer, and tears burst out of his eyes.

This scene directly frightened Lin Xuanlang and Su Yue.

"What's going on! Is it where it hurts too much! Tell me if you're uncomfortable! Ahhh What to do, what to do! ”

"Yes, yes, don't look at Sister Su Yue like this, her medical skills are actually good, tell her if she is uncomfortable!"

Bai Yujing looked at this lively scene, and the corners of his mouth smiled unconsciously, leaving Lin Xuanlang and Su Yuezhang and the second monk at a loss.

Outside the house, the birdsong is crisp, the sun is warm, and the fragrance of medicine overflows the grass hall.