Ethereal dreams are not worth nostalgia at all, probably like such a sentence, finding real people from the world of nothingness is probably a problem with the brain. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Therefore, Yanhe will not show mercy to Lu Baiyi's subordinates.

Therefore, Lu Baiyi will definitely die today!

"Are you so sure you can kill me, or do you want to kill me like that? What are you running away from?"

However, how could Yan He be easily persecuted by him, her short frost-white hair was like a bright moonlight, just like her heart that was now as cold as ice: "I think that the sword you used to kill the Leopard God Monarch will definitely not be used now." ”

"Why?" Bai Yi was quite interested. He was curious as to why Yan He in front of him would make such an assertion.

"Do you think you're not a person who will repay you, or do you want to say that you will retain your strength?" The cold mockery, like a long knife with a broken blade, completely cut off all the ethereal fate.

"You're a lot like her, but you're not her. Although there was some sadness and inexplicable regret in his heart, the look on Bai Yi's face was obviously gratified.

Maybe this is the best result, the person in front of her is just herself, she will never become the shadow of others, she is such a word, the most true and indifferent word.

The frost rolled up, but in an instant it turned into an endless nothingness, and the plain clothes she wore rose with the wind, not like the ordinary. The martial arts gate is different from the outside world, they are all dead soldiers carved out of a mold, the only difference is who kills more. And this consistent exercise is called the "Twelve Floors".

A heavy pavilion turns around, and twelve high-rise buildings are divided into life and death.

This is an extremely dangerous exercise, and it is also a quick exercise, which can make rapid progress after passing through every four-body tribulation. That's why this has become the foundation of the Forbidden Gate, because for this murderous knife, the fastest is naturally the best.

Plain hands made a knife, indomitable, Yanhe's palm was attached to the frosty edge like a crane tapping the throat of Bai Yi, as soon as he made a move, he was killed, leaving no way for himself to retreat, nor did he give Bai Yi more opportunities to persuade. Although, Bai Yi knows how to persuade him, I'm afraid this one still has to be fought.

"I thought I was still so decisive, but I didn't expect that after not being a man, my heart would still be soft. Bai Yi said quite self-deprecatingly, he didn't use a sword, but his index finger happened to point the hand knife in Yanhe, and then the empty mountain was trapped.

With such a decisive blow, Bai Yi did not fight to the death with the other party, but chose to give in. He stepped back, keeping his distance from each other, perhaps to make the duel less premature.

"If you continue to be so naïve, then you will definitely die. Yan He raised his other hand mercilessly, mixed with his internal qi, and instantly scattered the sword intent left by the white clothes, and his eyebrows were full of frost and cold killing intent.

"In that case, you might as well give it a try. ”

There is no sword in the left hand of the response to the words and attacks, but the sword of Bai Yi has never been limited to the one in his right hand, and he has been taught not to stay in things, and Bai Yi's understanding of sword intent is already very deep. For him, although not everything in the world can become a sword weapon in his hand, he himself is an incomparably sharp sword.

Flick your fingers to "kill immortals"! This sword slashed with strength, and even the sound of the wind was frozen in the frost and cold air, the white clothes waved his hand and slashed, and with a flick of his fingers, he cut off the phantoms of those crane pecks one by one, but he never thought that Yan He's hand had a black broken blade, which happened to be inserted into his chest.

"It turns out that you have a blade. Bai Yi nodded, roughly admitting his mistake, maybe the record of killing the Leopard God Monarch did make him too arrogant, completely forgetting that even if the other party is not as fast as his sword, if he has a blade in his hand, he can still hurt him.

Just like now, Yan He was not satisfied with her own blow, she seemed to have already arranged the follow-up actions in her mind, the broken blade was half withdrawn, and then she stirred it with her backhand, and pulled it outward, instantly expanding the slightly blackened wound several times.

Blood was dripping on Bai Yi's chest, his current appearance looked extremely embarrassed, the wound on his chest was already fatal, not to mention that he noticed his somewhat sluggish body, Bai Yi also understood, the broken blade must have been soaked in poison, and it was poison that sealed his throat with blood.

But what's the use of all this?

Yuebai rose with the wind, intersected with the broken blade, and then made an extremely violent explosion, and flew the white-clothed bullet out. He stared at the slightly hesitant Yan He, and slashed his hand on his chest. The blackened flesh fell and rotted with the moon-white light, and then became a filth.

And Bai Yi stared at his chest with some astonishment, and now he could see the white bones and the beating heart, and smiled inexplicably. He smiled coldly, and it was frosty, or rather, now that he had finally found a reason to convince himself.

She really wants to kill me, so if I kill her, it won't be too much.

People need to convince themselves, and the white clothes who choose to become inhuman also need to, at least he now believes what the lies that life is full of. All lies come from my heart that I don't want to believe, and always from the feeling of dying by luck.

I won't die, but if someone wants to kill me, why can't I kill her? Just because we had an illusory relationship? No kidding, it's not a legend. It's not an inspirational hot-blooded boy comic, the world is cold and desolate, and there is no warmth at all.

Warmth is too extravagant for people like him.

Regardless of the splash of blood, the wound on Bai Yi's chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, which undoubtedly illustrated the fact that his recovery ability was definitely more terrifying than Yan He expected. Perhaps this is the miracle of the so-called elixir of immortality, or rather, this is the curse of the so-called elixir of immortality, from those ethereal fragments, the recovery speed of the white clothes has never been revealed, but this speed has completely exceeded the calculation of Yanhe.

For the first time, Bai Yi saw fear, uneasiness, despair, and the intention of retreating from the familiar and unfamiliar eyes that were close at hand. But since you have already done it, how can you let you live? After all, I have warned you a long time ago, and if you don't listen to people, you will always have to suffer a little.