"Poof!"

Blood rained down, and when Xiang Lin arrived, he just saw Ji Chengche dragging a Jinfeng Wei knight from the back of a colorful phoenix like an eagle catching a chicken, and tearing it into two.

The mountains and forests were in shambles, full of colorful phoenixes and the severed arms of the knights of the Jinfeng Guard, and the scene was terrible and chilling.

Ji Chengche was like a demon who came out of hell, indifferently threw the two bloody corpses aside, pulled out the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife and slashed his arm, and the last colorful phoenix was in a different place.

"Turning into a dragon!"

Xiang Lin's pupils contracted, he pulled out the overlord spear with his backhand, and said slowly: "I'm going to kill you monster!"

Ji Chengche had also discovered Xiang Lin, and slowly looked sideways, his eyes were cold without a trace of emotion, flashing with a deep black light.

The surface of his skin shone with scales, and clumps of dragon breath seemed to be endlessly radiated from his body, transforming into a 10,000-year-old Frost Holy Dragon that was like a substance.

"Whoa—" Xiang Lin didn't want to wave his hand and sacrifice a string of red bells.

There are a total of six of these bells, strung together with golden silk threads, and the whole body is lit up to release a thick bloody aura, but there is a very nice name called "amorous golden bell".

"Bang, boom—" Jin Ling made a noisy bewildering sound, but unfortunately it didn't work for Ji Chengqing at all.

His mind moved slightly, and immediately a thousand fire dragons poured out of thin air, almost enveloping the entire heaven and earth, and the loud sound of "boom" amorous golden bells and fire dragons collided in the air, and the brilliance splashed and flowed in flames, and the surrounding large areas of ancient trees and mountains and rocks melted silently.

"Thousand Dragons Curse!"

Xiang Lin let out a low sigh, grabbing the gap between Ji Cheng's distraction and dealing with the amorous golden bell, and the Overlord Divine Spear stabbed him in the chest with a three-point divine spear.

"Keng!" Ji Chengqing didn't look at the swing of the knife, and the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife accurately found the true body of the Overlord Divine Spear in the unpredictable shadow of the gun, and directly hit the head of the spear.

Xiang Lin suddenly felt his arms tingle, and he couldn't help but retreat a few steps back, and the Overlord Divine Spear spread aside.

Xiang Lin was taken aback, the two fought several times, this was the first time he suffered a loss in skill, and he was repelled by Ji Cheng!

But before he could regain his footing, Ji Cheng was approaching with great strides, and the Fetal Yuan Divine Sword was whimsical and violent, attacking like a storm!

"Keng, knot, keng-" Xiang Lin swung the Overlord spear high and low, his body swayed from side to side and stepped back, looking as if he was dancing from a distance.

It's a pity that although the dance is wonderful, it is not really dancing after all, but teaching Ji Cheng's Fetal Yuan Divine Knife to stand unsteadily, and can only retreat step by step to resolve the other party's stormy knife momentum.

He connected the Seven Swords and couldn't help but be annoyed and angry, forcibly turned defense into offense, and used the Holy Yan Technique to attack Ji Chengqing.

However, Ji Chengche had already completely turned into a dragon, and his whole body was filled with a cold and violent killing intent, and he didn't pay attention to the overlord divine spear that stabbed him, and the fetal Yuan divine knife was still slashed down according to Xiang Lin's chest.

"This little devil cub is crazy, Wang Rou has to do whatever it takes for him!"

Xiang Lin hated it in his heart, and with a shake of the gun, the blade of the gun buzzed and trembled, and a ball of light with a diameter of more than nine feet was conjuring up, locking the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding ......" between the lightning and fire, I don't know how many times I exchanged a knife and a gun, and Ji Cheng's knife momentum finally fell, and there was a trace of condensation.

Helplessly, Xiang Lin was also at the end of the crossbow, so he could only give up the opportunity to attack, and his body took advantage of the momentum to slide back more than ten zhang, spit out a turbid breath from his mouth, and shouted coldly: "Duh!"

The various magic weapons on his body seemed to emerge in endlessly, and he pinched the magic seal in his left hand and sacrificed twelve flying swords, forming a fan-shaped sword array and shooting towards Ji Chengqing.

"The Twelve Swords of the Heavenly Stems!" Although Ji Cheng's mind sank, he could still recognize the origin of these twelve flying swords, and he snorted angrily in his nose and rushed forward without fear, and the seal of his left hand made a Demon Emperor Seal.

"Boom!" A black magic seal was revealed, and the blue wolf above the seal howled as if it came to life, his eyes were arrogant and hideous, and on the emperor's seal stepped on his feet, he engraved the golden and red characters in the magic language - "Reign in the world!"

In an instant, the Demon Seal grew dozens of times, like a hill pressing towards the sword array, the divine power was shocking far beyond the past, and in a trance, it seemed that the Xuanyuan Demon Lord had returned to the four seas and eight wildernesses!

But those twelve Heavenly Stem Flying Swords did not show weakness, and went up against the current to stab the Demon Monarch Emperor Seal!

"Boom!" The Demon Monarch Emperor Seal collapsed and exploded, and the furious hurricane of the Emperor also destroyed the entire sword array, and the light of the twelve Heavenly Stem Flying Swords was dimmed and distorted, and they didn't know where they flew. Even if Xiang Lin recuperates and refines in the future, he will not be able to recover without three or five years of work.

"Sonorous!" Ji Chengche rubbed his body, and three more knives were slashed, and Xiang Lin waved his gun to parry.

The two figures staggered, and clouds of blood bloomed in the sky.

Xiang Lin snorted, and his figure staggered and suddenly accelerated and rushed forward, quickly disappearing in the roaring light. Hundreds of feet away, a sneer came from Wu Zi: "You are already a walking corpse, and you want to harm others and yourself?!"

The voice echoed in the mountains and forests for a long time, and the traces had already flown into the dark.

Ji Chengche stood in place, slowly turned around and looked at the direction of Xiang Lin's disappearance, with a cold expression on his face, like a piece of ice that had been sleeping at the bottom of the sea for thousands of years.

Suddenly, his body shook violently, opened his mouth and spurted out a thick puff of purple-blue blood, and slowly fell back into a coma.

This battle was another lose-lose situation, but Xiang Lin's injuries were far more serious than the previous two times.

Rao is like this, he is already very remarkable, after all, Ji Chengche turned into a dragon in anger that day, and killed Tianbo's true personality in Wanzhang Bo's heart. What's more, his cultivation is no longer comparable to what it used to be, and it is not a fluke that Xiang Lin can withdraw from it equally.

The forest became quiet, because of a thrilling bloody battle just now, the nearby birds and beasts had already scattered in panic, and those poisonous insects were also strangled by the violent gangqi, and they were silent for a while.

At this moment, a girl in black suddenly came from the light mist, it was Wang Rou. She floated to Ji Cheng's side, her cold eyes couldn't hide the trace of anxiety, and gently picked him up and took him into her arms.

"Dragonization—" Seeing the glittering black scales on Ji's clear skin, Wang Rou stretched out his hand like the wind to seal his cracked wound.

Ji Chengche was asleep, her eyelids moved, Huo Ran opened, her cold and ruthless gaze fell on her world-class pretty face like an ice blade, and there was a strong hostility and murderous aura between her eyebrows.

Wang Rou didn't see it, and skillfully pulled out the Longyang Divine Sword that Ji Chengche carried, and cut a bloody hole on his left wrist, and the blood gushed out and dripped onto his lips.

Ji Chengche frowned in astonishment, and smelled a strange fragrance in the fresh blood in his nose, like the smell of grass and trees after the rain, which unconsciously seeped into his mouth and gurgled down his throat.

Wang Rou watched Ji Cheng's expression change quietly and carefully, but her heart was far from being as calm as it appeared on the surface.

Drops of blood dripped on Ji's clear lips, and many splashed on his cheeks and chin, and the air was filled with a faint fresh fragrance, like an orchid and musk.

Suddenly, Ji's clear body bounced up from the ground, opened his mouth and bit Wang Rou's bleeding wrist roughly.

Wang Rou frowned tightly in pain, but she couldn't hold back a word, and her eyes couldn't help but show a hint of joy.

Ji Chengche couldn't see the change in Wang Rou's expression at this moment, he greedily sucked her wrist, and wisps of blood flowed into his body like elixir.

After a while, the black scales on Ji's clear skin began to fade slowly, and the strange black light in his eyes gradually faded.

He sucked the wound on Wang Rou's wrist, but felt that the blood he sucked out became less and less.

Seeing this, Wang Rou pulled out the Longyang Divine Sword again, bit the blade in his mouth, and cut his wrist across his right arm.

She put her right wrist in front of Ji Cheng again, and said softly, "Here-"

Ji Chengqing sucked the blood while raising his eyes to look at Wang Rou's right wrist.

On the snow-white and flawless skin, the bright red blood slowly flowed down, which was extremely poignant.

Ji Chengche hesitated, and felt that Wang Rou's appearance seemed a little familiar, but he couldn't think of anything.

His memories were like frozen pieces of ice, heavy in his mind that could not be opened.

Soon, Ji Chengche gave up his memories, opened his mouth and bit Wang Rou's right wrist again.

Wang Rou's face was flushed with pain, and she quietly stared at Ji Chengqing and said in a low voice: "That time for me, you also became like this, right?"

Ji Chengche didn't answer, and was engrossed in drinking blood.

Wang Rou's face became more and more pale, and the blood in her body was losing at an accelerated rate.

After about another stick of incense, Ji Chengqing gradually stopped sucking and fell asleep exhausted.

Wang Rou let out a sigh of relief and glanced at her wrist, which was covered with tooth marks that had been bitten by Ji Chengqing.

She carefully untied Ji Cheng's shirt, cleaned his wounds, applied ointment, and bandaged them.

Finally busy, she hugged Ji Chengcheng in front of her, slowly stood up, and almost fell forward in her mind.

Wang Rou hurriedly stood firmly, knowing that there would be pursuers here at any time, and he must leave immediately.

But she was about to take a step but suddenly stopped, and looked coldly to the west.

I don't know when, there was an extra figure in the place outside Baizhang, and it turned out to be Zhao An, the chief eunuch of Zhangwu Palace.

"Miss Wang, give him to me. Zhao An's shrill voice sounded.

Wang Rou didn't speak, and looked at Zhao An coldly.

Zhao An smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong, I mean well." ”

Wang Rou had never seen Zhao An, and he didn't know how he could reveal his identity, but looking at his clothes, he knew that he should be from the palace, and said with a cold face: "I won't give him to anyone!"

Zhao An shook his head and said: "You can't take him away, the nearest pursuers have been forced to within ten miles, and all around are the elites of Great Chu and the men and horses who are chasing and killing Ji Chengche from all walks of life." You're alone, how can you take him away?"

Wang Rou said calmly: "I will always accompany him and protect him." If he really can't escape, he won't let him go alone. ”

Zhao An smiled and said, "But I have a better way, Miss Wang wants to know?" (83 Chinese Net.)