The white ink painting takes advantage of the trend and picks up a sword obliquely, as if holding a heavy pen weighing more than 1,000 catties, from the bottom up, heavy and heavy ink and heavy colors swing up!

Sikong Jiu seemed to be taken aback, and his swordsmanship also changed at the same time, becoming like a long spring water, endless. But it was on the defensive.

The white ink painting seems to be a rather leisurely writing and painting, but it actually has such great power! This kind of strange martial arts, Qin Mengyao couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy, and couldn't take his eyes off it.

There is also the majestic sword move of Sikong Jiujiu, the continuous meaning of the sword technique has been highlighted, that is, the kind of people who do not know martial arts can see it, as if the real clouds and flowing water!

It even gave Qin Mengyao a strange illusion: that is, the two of them were not fighting to the death at this time, but were showing people a gorgeous visual feast, but unfortunately, Qin Mengyao was the only one left in the audience.

You come and go between the two of them, like a needle to Maimang, see each other's moves, or you attack me, or you defend me, or the two of them attack and defend each other, but for a while, none of them have anything to do with anyone, in the blink of an eye, the two have been against each other for seventy or eighty moves, and they are still evenly matched, regardless of victory or defeat!

As soon as the Sikong Nine Sword Technique changed, it suddenly seemed to be a frenzy of the sea, wave after wave, wave after wave, endless offensive, and it unfolded mightily.

Bai Mohua roared softly, the footwork under his feet changed, the short sword in his hand opened and closed, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced, mysterious and unpredictable, enough to withstand the offensive of Bai Mohua, and the two of them actually formed a situation of equal strength!

Dangdang, dangdang!

The crisp sound of the short sword and the silver flute clashing was like a fried bean, and the bodies of Sikong Jiujiu and Bai Mohua were entangled like butterflies wearing flowers, hitting from the ground to the air, and then from the air back to the ground, making it a dark place!

Seeing that the fight between the two of them was becoming more and more intense, he could only stand aside and stare dryly, standing by and watching, unable to help at all, Qin Mengyao was always in fear.

Just when the two of them were in a fierce battle and the fight was white-hot, Sikong Jiujiu's body suddenly turned sharply and swept towards the side away from Qin Mengyao.

"Aren't you going to go quickly?!"

While Sikong Jiu used his body technique to quickly retreat, he also shouted loudly to Qin Mengyao, who was standing in a daze not far away.

His move was obviously to deliberately escape, so as to open the white ink painting and give Qin Mengyao time to escape. And when Sikong Jiujiu saw that Qin Mengyao was still standing in place and was indifferent, he couldn't help but remind him.

Seeing that Sikong Jiu was in the middle of a war with himself, but suddenly "fled in the wilderness" for no reason, although Bai Mohua was very puzzled by his strange behavior, but such a good opportunity, how could he easily miss it?!

The tiger is not powerful, you and I are a sick cat!

He swore that he would make Sikong Jiu pay for what he had just done, and only in this way could he relieve the hatred in his heart!

I saw that the body of the white ink painting flashed, turned into a streamer, and swept towards the direction where Sikong Jiu went at an unprecedented speed.

Master battles, the most taboo distraction. Once he loses his mind and is distracted, he will be greeted by an abyss that will never be recovered! He will pay an incomparably heavy price for this.

It is because of concern that Sikong Jiu will make such low-level mistakes. But for the sake of Qin Mengyao's safety, he can't take care of this much, he has to gamble!

I saw that Bai Mohua used his amazing and brilliant light skills, and in an instant, he caught up with Sikong Jiu. Almost instantly, he flipped over and passed over Sikong Jiu's head, and landed directly in front of Sikong Jiu.

The White Ink Painting and Sikong Jiu struck almost at the same time, and the silver flute and short sword struck out almost at the same time, each heading straight for their target with a piercing cold and cold power.

"Be careful!"

Seeing this, Qin Mengyao let out a frightened scream between her lips. I saw her take a brisk step and run towards them.

But at the moment when the short sword was about to stab at the neck of Bai Mohua, Sikong Yujiu's eyes moved suddenly, and the arm holding the short sword subconsciously pulled out, and most of the power condensed on the sword was instantly wiped out.

Sikong Jiu and Bai Mohua dodged at the same time, and Sikong Kujiu's short sword did not cause any real damage to Bai Mohua due to the instant retreat of its strength and the timely and effective dodge of Bai Mohua.

On the contrary, it was the silver flute painted in white ink, but in the end, it was the waist ribs of Sikong Jiu, but because Sikong Jiu dodged, the silver flute did not pierce the flesh of Sikong Jiu, but pierced the robe he was wearing, and Sikong Jiujiu was also shocked by the aftermath of the power condensed by the white ink painting on it and fell to the ground.

Take advantage of his injuries to kill him.

Seeing this, Bai Mohua hurriedly stepped forward, raised the silver flute in his hand, and re-condensed the terrifying power to smash it at Sikong Jiujiu, who had fallen to the ground and had time to get up.

Sikong Jiu had time to get up at this moment, and he couldn't dodge this fatal blow in time, let alone he was still lying on the ground at this time.

However, just when his silver flute was less than half a foot away from Sikong Yujiu, from a distance, a white figure suddenly shook and instantly came in front of them, and then, an emerald green wooden stick stretched out like lightning, blocking the silver flute smashed down by the white ink painting, easily resisting the fierce attack of the silver flute, and dissolving the terrifying power contained on it.

This emerald green wooden stick is naturally the weapon he never leaves - the infinite stick.

arrived later, as well as Ye Ruyan and the Master of Death.

At this time, it happened that Qin Mengyao ran over, and when the white ink painting saw her, her eyes froze, and then, the silver flute in her hand was crossed against her pink neck.

This "stupid" act of hers has caused all the efforts made by Sikong Jiu to be in vain!

Originally, she was allowed to take the opportunity to escape, but now, she was sent to the door on her own, and once again fell into the hands of Bai Mohua, and once again became a hostage.

And the practice of white ink painting is very easy to understand, after all, Yun Fan and a few of them came in time, Sikong Yujiu has added so many helpers now, Bai Mo painting is not a fool, he will not be arrogant, but he will not be big, there are so many people on the other side, he is definitely not an opponent, so he must find a talisman as soon as possible.

Of course, this person will not be someone else, it can only be Qin Mengyao, who is alone and looks the least threatening.

This is really, someone gave a pillow when he was sleepy, and Qin Mengyao would take the initiative to run up, which surprised Bai Mohua. However, since this is the case, he is happy to accept it.

In the face of Yun Fan's people, Bai Mo's face was also fearless. He glanced at everyone, and finally his gaze fell on Yun Fan, and asked in a deep voice, "What about Jiang Biling?"

Yun Fan: "......"

"I said, if you can't find Jiang Biling, don't blame me for being unkind!" Bai Mohua suddenly looked sideways, looked at Qin Mengyao beside him, and said fiercely.

"Wait, we've found it. Ye Ruyan said softly with an indifferent expression, and her voice was extremely light and gentle.

"??!!......" Bai Mohua looked sideways, looked at Ye Ruyan, his lips slowly opened, his eyes trembled, his mind was foggy, although Ye Ruyan's voice was quite gentle, but when it fell on Bai Mohua's ears, it was like a heavenly sound, the words were shocking, the words were shocking, making him feel like he was in a dream, it was unbelievable!

The silver flute that was originally across Qin Mengyao's neck fell quietly at some point, and he stood in place for a long time, like a petrified statue...... For a long time.

After a long, long time, as long as a century, the white ink painting finally moved. He lifted his steps lightly, followed Yun Fan and them like a marionette, and just walked, walked......

Along the way, Bai Mohua has been silent, and Yun Fan and Sikong Jiujiu are also quite knowledgeable and speechless, and they have not bothered him.

Finally, the group stopped in front of a roadside tea shop not far from Shilipo.

The white ink painting stared at it, and soon, the white ink painting noticed the figure of a woman dressed as a peasant woman in a coarse cloth shirt.

This woman, the white ink painting is very familiar, very familiar, it can be said that this woman is the culprit who caused his miserable life in this life, and he will never forget her appearance in this life.

That's right, this woman is Jiang Biling, who he has been looking for with all his heart and soul but has no avail, and he can recognize it when she turns into ashes!

When he suddenly saw the smile on her face that could dissolve all troubles and unpleasantness, Bai Mohua seemed to return to the scene when he first met her ten years ago.

When Bai Mohua was about to smile, he saw Jiang Biling smiling at this time and the object of his smile was the two children on the stool next to him.

Bai Mohua's body trembled slightly as if he had been electrocuted, and the beautiful scenes that had just been crocheted in his mind were shattered in an instant, and the scenes that appeared in front of him instantly pulled him back to this cruel reality.

After so many years, the reason why he desperately wanted to find Jiang Biling was because he still had a trace of fantasy in his heart, he thought that Jiang Biling must have some hardships to treat him like this, and he thought that Jiang Biling still had feelings for him. Even, he was fantasizing that if he could find her, maybe they would be able to renew the edge and reunite after breaking the mirror, and Bai Mohua even had a trace of expectation in his heart;

But...... When he saw the two children, everything seemed to be unimportant, and the white ink painting was heartbroken!

A deep mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the white ink painting instantly came to his senses, it turned out that all along, he was deceiving himself, deceiving himself, everything was just his wishful thinking and fantasy!

When I looked at it again, it seemed that the scene in front of me had changed. He was completely disappointed in Jiang Biling, and he was completely desperate for his life.

True despair is never colorful, there is no sound. And what is more desperate than despair is despair after hope has been given.