The night should be quiet, and people who are tired of the day release the tiredness of the day.

The night should be beautiful, especially the night with the moon, the moon in the sky, the moon in the water, and the moon in the shape of a crescent lake. However, the sky above the Jade Mausoleum of Longyun Mountain was flying sand and rocks, and the dust swirled into the sky, turning into dark clouds, and suddenly the sky and the earth fell into boundless darkness. The moon in the sky, the moon in the water, and the moon in the shape of a crescent lake are gone. Because the moon is gone, the night is no longer beautiful, revealing its true face, its hideous face! The hideous face roars, the thunder that collapses the earth tears the veil of hypocrisy, and the lightning is its inhuman soul, and this soul is bloodthirsty. The little girl never knew that there was such a time in the night, and she was so frightened that she cried: "Woo······ Woo······ Brother Far Away, Brother Far Away, Brother Lead, Brother Lead······ Come and save me!······ Cries of terror and despair echoed in the dark night sky.

Thunder, lightning, pouring rain.

The little girl's cry was drowned out, and the little girl, who was soaking wet, shivered, and had tears on her face, but the tears had long been covered by the rain that kept flowing down her forehead. When the devil kills, he doesn't like people to cry. How can it rain like this in March, the little girl has never experienced it at a young age, but the white-faced tiger king has experienced it, and I don't know how many times.

The blue sword stabbed from the oblique air, drawing a graceful arc, but the very beautiful arc was here to kill, and the target was the white-faced Tiger King. Under the dark night sky, the blue of the sword looked even more eye-catching. The white-faced Tiger King had to admit that this color was really charming, even if he died in this blue brilliance, there was no regret or shame, and the power of the blue emerald sword of the Xinghua Nine Swords was still so overwhelming. Since the flood and famine, how many so-called demons and spirits have died under its blade, it and the other eight Xinghua Cui Swords sealed their owners in the Jade Tomb five thousand years ago.

Lan Cui Sword stopped in front of the little girl's chest, bursting out of a gloomy blue ice ball, but did not rush to attack, the blue ice ball was glowing with ghostly cold smoke, Lan Cui Sword looked at the white-faced Tiger King, and the white-faced Tiger King also pressed towards Lan Cui Sword with a cold gaze, and at the same time recovered his huge body, gently shook his body and sent the little girl out of a hundred zhang away, and sealed a layer of body protection qi. The two looked at each other, constantly changing angles. The white-faced Tiger King ascended into the void, his body glowing with silver brilliance, and the blue emerald sword hummed and hissed. Spectacular, that is the domineering spirit of the overlord fighting for the world; admiration, that is the admiration of the enemy of the world, the praise of the heroes of each other; memory, the picture at this time is a reproduction of 5,000 years ago! After looking at each other for a long time, the blue color of the sword body of the blue emerald sword gradually deepened, and the brilliance of the surrounding body began to fluctuate, and the fluctuation speed became faster and faster, sandwiched by the fierce cold wind, and the cold blue ice mass also quickly flipped up, and the blue cold smoke quickly froze, forming countless blue ice swords, and the sword body flicked suddenly, and the blue ice mass and ice sword pushed straight towards the white-faced tiger king with a momentum of ten thousand jun. The white-faced tiger king had already prepared and knew that this battle was inevitable, because the white-faced tiger king knew that the owner of the blue cui sword was a so-called righteous person, and it did not allow a demon tiger like himself to lie in the arms of a little girl, it would only think that it was going to hurt the little girl. The white-faced Tiger King's icy gaze instantly hit people, and countless ice picks and cold swords shot out from his eyes, and the cold light was shining. The Ice Pick Cold Sword swirled and roared towards the Blue Jade Sword!

After the landslide and the ground cracked, the ice cubes fell from the sky, just like the festive flowers, but only in two colors: blue and silver. The little girl in the ten zhang wai gang qi stared at all this in front of her, like a nightmare, death and new life so contradictory collision, how to understand all this, the sky was pouring rain, and suddenly there was no rain in her body, the raindrops seemed to hide from herself, and she changed direction when she came to her side, how could there be a membrane outside her body? Why did she suddenly get so far away from the tiger? Why did the sword kill herself? How could the tiger's eyes send a sword? The little girl's heart was full of confusion.

The falling ice flowers gradually stopped, and the blue emerald sword in the void was still there, without the slightest damage. The white-faced Tiger King held his head high against the sky, his cold gaze full of disdain. After the blue emerald sword roared, the sword gang twisted wildly, and the sword body grew rapidly, until it was more than a hundred zhang long, and in a trance, it turned into a blue dragon, rolling and moving among the clouds, the dragon's eyes shot out, the four claws rushed, and the cold light between the toes shimmered. The blue emerald dragon roared and flew towards Longyun Mountain, swimming like lightning between the peaks. And the white-faced tiger king followed, and his body swelled to more than a hundred zhang, stepping on the four peaks of Longyun Mountain and glaring at the swimming blue dragon.

After hearing only a few wild roars, the two giant beasts tore up, and the little girl saw from a distance that the two flashes of light in the middle of the peaks of Longyun Mountain were intertwined with each other, twisting into a ball, and the sound of landslides and earth cracks was heard from time to time. The monster was fighting, time was passing, and I don't know how long later, a silver light shot from the little girl's side, and immediately showed its original form, which was the white-faced tiger king. It's just that the white-faced tiger king in front of him is covered in injuries, and the coldness in his eyes is gone, and it is dimmed. There was blood at the corners of his mouth, his body shook violently, he kept coughing, and he kept bleeding. Although it was a beast, but the blood was also red, under the occasional lightning in the dark, the little girl saw what kind of blood it was, and saw the blood The little girl was heartbroken. The heavy rain hit the little girl's head and body mercilessly. I don't know why, the moment the white-faced tiger king fell, the membrane outside the little girl's body was gone, the membrane was gone, and the heavy rain was pouring on the little girl. It's so cold, the little girl said to herself. The white-faced tiger king was still spitting blood, and the short exposure of lightning made the white face even more pale and gloomy, looking at the little girl with blank eyes, but infinitely relieved and infinitely satisfied. It laughed, and its white miserable face was full of wrinkles, and the little girl saw it, and only the little girl understood that it was laughing. The white-faced tiger king knows that the little girl knows her own smile, and this smile belongs only to her, and that is enough. Since the flood, this is the only person who has saved herself, and the person who allows herself to exist, it is worth dying for her. The white-faced Tiger King knew that Lan Cui Sword was going to cut off his head in the next moment, but there was no trace of fear or regret. To be able to die under the hero's sword, to be able to die for a confidant is enough to comfort life! The white-faced tiger king closed his eyes and waited calmly for that moment.

With a soft roar, the blue emerald sword appeared above the white-faced tiger king, but the blue color was much darker, and the aura of the sword body was faint like smoke. After a pause, the Lan Cui Sword slowly stabbed into the throat of the white-faced Tiger King, not knowing whether it was powerless or unbearable. The moment it was close to the throat, it suddenly stabbed hard.

"Ahh