When Lingxi regained consciousness again, he had already come out of the magic circle. The sunset was a little dazzling, and she was held in her arms, as if she was wrapped in the sun.

In a trance, she felt like she was back when she was a child, being held in her mother's arms, the arms were warm and stable, she couldn't hold on, and she could fall asleep in her mother's arms that night.

An irrepressible sense of pathos came up and pounded on her eyelids.

How nice it would be if time was still stuck in those happy moments...... It's just those cruel memories, she still doesn't remember too much.

Lingxi moved his head and neck slightly, and then opened his eyes completely, and his bones seemed to be scattered, and he couldn't exert any strength at all, it seemed that the aura was overused.

Bai Junqian's body scolding shook for a moment, and he looked at Lingxi and called: "Lingxi." ”

Lingxi was stunned, then looked to the side and turned her head to the side slightly, and saw the corpse, and the emotions that surged like a flood swept over at this moment, making her almost suffocate.

"Let me pass. "Lingxi is weak but determined. I don't know where to give birth to a strength, and I struggled out of Bai Junqian's arms.

"Lingxi!" Bai Junqian turned around to help, the expression on his face suddenly pulled, and he took a cool breath.

Lingxi's eyes were attracted, and only then did he find that Bai Junqian's body was also covered with blood, especially on the right side of his waist, his clothes were torn, and he was almost stained with blood.

Holding her has been in the strong wind and angry sand, he has indeed protected her, and if it is said that there is no price, it is impossible.

Lingxi breathed slightly, and when his body regained a little strength, he saw that there were many people around him fighting, and the battle was very fierce.

As far as the eye could see, there were two groups of people entangled together, Lingxi could only recognize that one of the groups was led by Huahua, while the other group Lingxi looked at them for a long time, and saw that they were wearing black cloaks, and their sharp swords reflected dazzling light in the sun.

She slowly got up and looked for Huahua's figure in the crowd, but before she could make a move, Bai Junqian had already felt the killing intent on Lingxi's body.

"Lingxi, calm down. Bai Junqian said immediately, looking at Lingxi with a twinkle in his eyes.

Lingxi looked at Bai Junqian's injured appearance, Lingxi's shoulders shook suddenly, and she clenched her fists to hide her anger, but her heart was very painful, but it was difficult to hide.

"Lingxi. Bai Junqian opened his arms and wanted to embrace Lingxi.

Lingxi's heart was suddenly grabbed, and she hugged Bai Junqian, as if she was awake, she choked up and said: "The person who just died is my brother, he is my brother......"

At this time, the sun moved westward, and the pale yellow light like water smeared on the horizon, stretching along the palace of the Yin family and the mountain range, mournful and desolate.

The mountains are undulating, and the prominent hills are like a bag of quiet graves, burying the secretive old things, the joys and sorrows of these old things are entangled to this day, if not forgotten, the painful side always revolves around a point, there is no dilution, there is no loop, it cannot lead to the future, it can only derive itself from the cascading and complicated punishment, falling in their own hearts.

Time is imprisoned in tears.

In this chaotic world filled with death and hatred, who is not as insignificant, driven by the oppression of fate, and changed in an instant.

Lingxi lowered her head, and the last rays of the setting sun shone in, shining a faint red on her face. Bai Junqian seemed to be able to see that the deep and hopeless pain had filled her heart at the moment.

"Lingxi, you're still very weak now, it's better not to make a rash move. Bai Junqian blurted out comfort.

Lingxi didn't speak, but slowly raised his eyes, then shook his head with a wry smile: "I have to kill him." Otherwise I'm ......."

Before she finished speaking, she left Bai Junqian's embrace. "Lingxi!" Bai Junqian turned which one you are going to change suddenly, and grabbed Lingxi's wrist, "You can't go, your body is ......"

Lingxi quickly broke away this time, looked away, and looked at the horizon in the distance, although the night had shrunk later, it was still burning hotly, paving the road under his feet with flames.

Then she looked at the corpse beside her, and wept silently, her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into the flesh, almost choking blood.

"I really haven't changed at all, and I still can't do anything!"

In the next moment, she picked up the Hongluan sword, and the sword flashed, and some hot blood splashed on the ground, and also on the side of her face.

She slew the enemies that were coming at her, and those enemies were none other than the ones who were drawn to her.

She got up and repeated the sword swing again and again, the blood almost enveloping her, but she still had no intention of stopping.

At this time, the sun had completely set, and the glow of the sky seemed to have been burned by fire, and a little red light faintly oozed from the bottomless night, at the edge of the horizon, at the end of the sky, in the depths of memory, in another world.

The cry of sorrow was like a loss in the world, exuding pain, drifting mournfully in the endless night: "Why! Why!"

......

The Yin family was in full swing, and Nanfeng seemed to have expected all this, and Quan Ling brought many people from the Demon Viewing Organization to the Yin family to confront the people of the dark tryst.

I saw that there were not many people in the Demon Watching Organization, but they were familiar with this battle, all dressed in black, with all kinds of bright faces, avoiding many traps and directly attacking the people at the core of the dark tryst.

And the leader of the Demon Watching Organization is the sixth uncle, holding a long whip, the whip sound is deafening, like a dead branch about to burn, sparks burst, and all the enemies in front of him are bounced away.

Behind him was a middle-aged man, with a wine jug hanging from his waist, holding a sharp sword in his hand, and the light and shadow of the Dao flashed, throwing those enemies out horizontally, and the damage was huge.

The white sword was red, the blood flowed like a river, and the screams were desolate to the ears, making people feel creepy and cold at the back of their necks.

The hot blood stained the ground red, and at the moment when the blood splattered, a clear drop splashed on the ground, and the ground was painted with red paint.

Corpses are everywhere, and no matter how vigorous life is, once it dies, it becomes filth in the grass, stumbling debris, and it is invisible.

It should have been such a cruel battlefield, but it became even more cruel because of the intrusion of the spirit.

She rushed forward alone with the Hongluan sword, and those enemies swarmed up and surrounded her, trying to trap her to death with crowd tactics, but for these people now, it is inevitable to ask for their own hardships.

The spirit was surrounded by a circle of crimson smoke that spread like a ferocious aura, and those people could not dodge, and they were swallowed up in an instant, and then fell to the ground vomiting blood and died.

Screams resounded through the place, and blood left trails in the air again and again.

"Spare your life, spare your life!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"We're forced too!"

The sound of begging for mercy also appeared in this place, but Lingxi turned a deaf ear and still stabbed those people with his sword.

"Lingxi!" Bai Junqian, who was chasing Lingxi, shouted behind her, and with a swing of his sword, he conjured up a column of sword qi, and the sword qi moved forward, and he was about to clear the obstacles, "Lingxi, don't hurt people anymore, they have already surrendered." "Bai Junqian, you looked at the enemies who put down their swords and knelt on the ground and kowtowed and begged for mercy.

It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, Lingxi's sword had already taken shape, she jumped up and pointed the sword at those who surrendered, the muffled sound of the sword cutting flesh and bones came, and in the red mist, a scream sounded, and blood sprayed out.

These are not stand-ins made of puppets, but living people.