This sentence obviously works.

Alipu's palm was surging with true qi, but there was no next move.

Seeing this, Toril couldn't help but sneer.

He knew that today, the other party would never dare to kill him.

This will lead to a direct outbreak of war between the two sides.

"Alipu, I just said that I came here just to find this person, and I didn't mean to break the rules."

"That man, with the lives of many of our Guardians on his hands, will surely die!"

"Since you killed me, saving me a lot of effort, I want to thank you instead."

Toril laughed loudly and turned slowly, ready to leave.

"Don't worry, I won't take a single plant or tree here."

The words fell, and Toril gathered strength under his feet and stepped directly into the air.

The cold wind was howling, and Alipu stood on the top of the snowy mountain, staring at the figure that disappeared into the sky, his brows furrowed.

What's the situation?

Isn't that young man in white a guardian? How did they kill their own people and be hunted down by Toriel?

……

At this moment, a hundred miles away from the Chiqing Snow Mountain, in the bottomless rift.

Bai Yourong's face was extremely pale, and he had already fallen into a coma.

On the side, Ling'er refined the spirit grass in her hand into juice, melted it into a bowl of water, brought it to Bai Yourong's pale lips, and gently fed it to drink.

On that day, she left, how could she rest assured, collect some spirit grass and return immediately.

If not, at this moment, Bai Yourong would probably have run out of essence and blood and died in this rift.

It's just that in the daytime now, she doesn't dare to leave here with Bai Yourong.

Prepare to wait until midnight before taking him away.

As for the young man in white, Ling'er would not ask.

"Who the hell is he? Is it worth your life? ”

"Are you stupid?"

Ling'er muttered while feeding Bai Yourong and drinking the spirit grass juice in the bowl, and her face could not hide her distress.

She clearly remembered that Sister Yourong had said that this person was just her friend.

Whether it is a martial artist or a spirit beast, essence and blood are fundamental, and now Sister Yourong has consumed most of it, which is not something that can be recovered in a year and a half.

Beside him, there was a trace of abnormal movement, which made Ling'er look sideways.

I saw that the young man in white moved his fingers slightly, and the next moment, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Humph!"

Ling'er snorted coldly, ignored it anymore, fed all the juice in the bowl into Bai Yourong's mouth, rolled up the cuffs, and gently wiped off the residual juice from the corners of his mouth.

Yebei sat up and saw at a glance that Bai Yourong was unconscious, especially the pale face as paper, with almost no trace of blood.

I just wanted to go over and check it, and suddenly I felt that there were two forces in my body that were abnormally restless.

Holding his chest, he forcibly took a breath, he didn't have time to check his own situation, he moved to Bai Yourong's side, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, Ling'er suddenly scolded angrily:

"Don't touch her, go away!"

Yebei's palm couldn't help but be stunned.

Seeing the other party's blank face, Ling'er became more and more annoyed in her heart.

"If it weren't for you, how could Sister Yourong be like this!"

"It's all you!"

"Get out! Get out! ”

Ling'er roared like exhaustion, and tears fell down her eyes.

There were no waves in the north of the night, and nothing was said.

The two fingers stretched out directly and lightly rested on Bai Yourong's wrist, and as soon as he touched it, his face changed instantly.

"Where's the essence and blood in her body?"

In the fight just now, although the other party's blow was extremely sharp, it was impossible for her to cause such consequences by protecting her behind her.

"Huh, what do you say?"

Ling'er knew that the other party was in a coma, and it was impossible to know, but the anger in her heart made her extremely angry with the person in front of her.

"You have been in a coma for a day and a night, and in order to save you, Sister Yourong has almost exhausted the essence and blood in her body!"

"Who the hell are you Sister Yourong, who can make her sacrifice her life to save her like this!"

When Yebei heard this, his brows furrowed.

Only then did he notice that among the two forces in his body, there was obviously a force that could not hide the bloody aura.

Only essence blood can do it, and the number is huge.

Obviously, during his coma, this Bai Yourong used almost all of his essence blood in order to save himself.

Feeling the extremely weak breath, Yebei picked up the Beiwang knife.

Hmmm-

With a sound of friction, the Beiwang knife was instantly unsheathed, and the red knife light reflected around.

"You—what are you going to do!"

Ling'er was taken aback instantly.

I knew that the strength of the young man in white in front of him was not low.

can kill the Black Wind Leopard and the Candle Yin Beaver, and this person's strength has reached at least the sixth order of the Transformation Saint.

"Save her."

The two words fell, and Yebei held the Beiwang knife tightly in his right hand, and hung the blade above Bai Yourong's head.

Seeing this, Ling'er was completely furious, and a layer of true qi suddenly condensed around her body.

Save?

Use a knife to save people?!

"You! You are simply ungrateful! ”

"Sister Yourong saved you, you actually want to kill her!"

The angry shouts fell, and the true qi condensed in the palm of his hand, and he shot out with a palm towards Yebei.

This person must have coveted Sister Yourong's flesh and blood, so he stayed by his side.

After all, Sister Yourong is a holy beast, and all the warriors in the world want to get it.

Now, at last, its true nature has been revealed.

Such a person, the word scumbag is far from being described.

The palm wind swept in instantly, and Yebei stretched out his left hand to block it directly.

Ling'er has only turned into a second-order saint cultivation, how can he hurt him in the slightest in front of Yebei.

"Scumbag! Scum! ”

Ling'er knew that she was invincible, but she couldn't hide her anger in her eyes, and she kept cursing.

Sister Yourong sacrificed her life to save her, and actually saved a white-eyed wolf who would take revenge!

Yebei ignored it, and a wisp of true qi condensed on the blade.

Airplanes......

The blade trembled slightly in an instant, and a humming sound came out.

Immediately afterward, the light on the crimson blade skyrocketed.

The next moment, a drop of scarlet blood slowly condensed on the tip of the knife.

Tick......

The blood dripped down and fell directly onto Bai Yourong's pale lips, and was slowly absorbed.

"W-What is this?"

Ling'er was stunned.

At such a close distance, I could feel that the drop of blood just now contained an extremely huge amount of power.

is sharper than Sister Yourong's essence blood.

What kind of blood is this?

"The essence blood of the Black Flame Dulong Jiao."

Yebei said indifferently.

In the Xuanhe River, the essence and blood of the Black Flame Dulong Jiao were all absorbed by the Northern King Sword.

Therefore, when fighting just now, Alipu felt this bloody breath, and mistakenly thought that Yebei would be the guardian.

After all, Black Flame Dulong Jiao was killed by the Holy Lord of the Guardians.

"What?!"

Ling'er was instantly shocked, obviously, she knew this Black Flame Dulong Jiao.

As this drop of essence blood was absorbed, Bai Yourong's face gradually had a trace of blood, but he did not wake up.

The essence blood of the whole body is almost exhausted, and it is not something that can be made up by a drop of dragon blood.

Yebei stepped aside and sat cross-legged.

On the body of the Northern King's sword, there is naturally far more than this drop of Jiaolong essence blood, but right now, Bai Yourong's body is extremely weak, and he can't rush for quick success.

Ling'er lowered her head and bit her red lip lightly, and stopped talking.

Obviously, I just misunderstood the other party and scolded so many ugly words.

Yebei looked at Ling'er on the side, didn't blame, and asked:

"Why is there still a force in me?"