He was about to speak, when suddenly the tip of his nose smelled a faint fragrance, which was extremely aggressive, and instantly paralyzed most of Bailian's consciousness.

He fell limply back to the rocks, his eyes stunned.

Suddenly, my lips were cold, but I was overturned by something soft.

Brian found that his heart, which couldn't beat, was about to explode.

What's even more surprising is that in the absence of medication, he didn't dislike the kiss at all.

The salty rain and blood intertwined in his mouth for a moment, and the lips with a trace of residual fragrance had already left him.

But the woman didn't leave him.

Because the sound of the warm breath was close at hand, and it slammed between his noses.

"Remember the smell of blood, remember my ......"

It's strange that she doesn't even want to tell him her name, but she stubbornly and domineeringly makes him remember her.

A wry smile tugged at the corner of Bailian's mouth, but he saw that the woman had already gotten up.

He thought that the other party was leaving, and wanted to get up, but the faint smell seemed to be a strong incense, which made his limbs sore, and a strong and heavy tiredness and drowsiness came like a wave.

He could only barely raise his hand, weakly grasping one of her arms.

"Smack......

A small object fell out of her sleeve and crashed into Brian's arms.

"You haven't slept for too long, get a good night's sleep, don't worry, I'll be by your side tonight and won't go anywhere. ”

After all, the palm holding that arm still couldn't survive the Sandman, and it couldn't slip off.

When the darkness fell, the cold voice in the ear became a little vague and distant, but it was extremely reassuring: "I will accompany you, this time, I will not let you alone again." ”

Everything is quiet, and the four fields are silent.

I don't know how long it took, the cold feeling in his body gradually receded, and the slowly flowing blood in his body made his empty, dead body seem to have something different.

The corpse beads moved slowly, dyed with a thin crimson color.

The indifferent but lingering warmth in his chest caused Brian to wake up from his coma.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself still leaning against a large barren rock.

Heaven and earth were dark, lightless wilderness, and the breath of curse was everywhere.

In this world, the eyes of the corpse demon adapted to the dark night are still unable to see.

He subconsciously touched the Qiushui Sword, but a cold object rolled into his palm.

Brian was slightly stunned.

Not a dream.

This is the thing that was left in the sleeve of the mysterious woman last night.

He touched the corner of his lips in a daze, and was momentarily confused.

The object in the palm is cold and jade, slightly groping, it seems to be a half-foot-long jade flute, and tassels fall on the flute.

Although you can't see things at the moment, you can know the delicacy and smallness of this jade flute just by copying it by hand.

Obviously, it's a woman's thing.

Brian pressed the flute with his fingers, subconsciously brought the jade flute close to his lips, and blew a melodious and peaceful flute sound with only distant and vague memories.

The sound of the flute is clearer and more leisurely, and it is very pleasant to the ear.

"So you remember this tune. A crisp voice rang out from the darkness.

Brian was startled, and the sound of the flute stopped, and he looked in the direction of the sound in the darkness.

The sound of the sword rang out, and a clear sword light broke through the darkness, and the terrible roar of the beast and ghost as it was dying suddenly came from the space.

The sword light shot up into the sky, tearing a huge sword edge through the black cloud cover above the valley.

The faint morning light of the chaotic valley was not invaded by darkness, and then it was quickly invaded by the cursed black fog in the valley, and only a few fireflies flew up and down.

In the dense fog halo, the silhouette of the distant mountains is not distinct, and the floating light spots depict the snow-jade muscular and bony face.

Under the slender eyelashes of the wings are amber pupils, and the tiny flares of light fall into her eyes, like the first bright stars in the world, making her eyes brilliant.

The shadow in white clothes is very plain, but it is also beautiful.

Brian's wide-open pupils shrank slightly, not just because the woman in front of him was too beautiful.

There are also four boundaries, floating corpses all over the ground, bright red blood spreads all over the four fields, there are corpses of resentful ghosts on the ground, and there are terrible python corpses floating in the weeds, and the head of the giant python falls in a pool of blood, and the body is broken into several pieces.

Obviously, the cursed creatures in this darkness had already been destroyed by this woman with a sword in the middle of a road.

Although the evil creatures are dead, the breath revealed in the corpses still makes Baili feel at ease.

Every monster corpse lying on the ground is extremely evil and indestructible in the outside world, and among them, the weakest breath is afraid that they all have a realm comparable to that of a human cultivator.

And the anaconda, which has the strongest breath, exudes the breath of the realm of the soul.

If it absorbs enough evil qi in this realm and succeeds in evolution, it will be a successful tribulation and become a demon, which is an existence that thousands of years of immortals feel tricky.

But the woman in white in front of her swept away the evil and evil things within a radius of ten miles in one night.

How strong!

Baili was shocked, looked at the woman with a dumb voice, and read: "Wen ...... Sister. ”

His skull ached, as if he had some important memory that wanted to break through the ground, but was crushed by a solid rock.

This cold woman in white is none other than the Ninth Sutra of Taixuan, Wen Hanwei of the Fanyin Sword Sutra.

Her hand holding the sword was steady, and the glittering blade was dripping with bright red blood.

Ten miles around, a blood-colored, only her white clothes are as quiet as plain, dusty, like a white snow lotus born in a long pool of blood.

Su Xue's white boots stepped on the ground and there was blood, and she walked in the direction of Bailian with her big sleeves fluttering, like a fairy.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword in his palm turned into an extremely brilliant sword!

Brian suddenly felt a tingle in the corner of his eye, and a bright edge was reflected between his eyes.

He didn't even have time to subconsciously close his eyes when he heard a sharp sneer in his ears.

Immediately after, a puff of hot liquid splashed on his cheeks, and strands of hair that hung down on one side were stained on his face.

Then a very strong and fishy smell of blood was dispersed.

Brian's pupils shrank sharply, but he quickly calmed down, and looked sideways at his own eyes reflected on the cold sword blade, which plunged into an inch of barren rock, nailing an extremely strange evil spirit.

The demon had no body, only a faint green eye.

There was not a single demon corpse within three feet of Brian's body, half an inch of blood.

But such an inconspicuous little thing approached quietly.

A flesh-colored tentacle sprouted from that turquoise eye, almost reaching into his ear.

And at this moment, the snow was so cold that the blade of the sword had already penetrated the eyes of the strange evil spirit, and the flesh whiskers wrapped in green slime also softened, and there was no life at all.

The blood was extremely stinky, Bai Lian glanced at it sideways, and only felt that the sword was like its person, clear and beautiful, and the sword was a sea of snow, obviously a high-grade Xianmen sword.