When the last moment came, there was no point in hiding his back hand any longer, and Yang Zhao did not hesitate to use the means to stimulate his potential, igniting the remaining snowfield in Jindan.

But for some reason, he didn't let his divine sense touch the starry sky in the sea of consciousness.

Jin Dan burned violently in an instant, replenishing his true essence continuously.

Move against the chaos.

His figure suddenly disappeared in front of the forest, suddenly appeared in the distance, and then disappeared again, reappeared, disappearing and disappearing, like a ghost.

But the speed of that streamer is too fast, and no matter where he appears, he will meet it head-on the next moment.

The sound of the sword breaking through the air kept ringing, and the wind on the shore of the lake and the sound of the waves coming from the lake were cut into countless fragments.

From time to time, blood splattered out in the air, like flowers, but when the blood flowers fell to the ground, the people who had fought before had already appeared dozens of feet away.

Those blood flowers, sometimes black, sometimes red.

After Yang Zhao's body was tempered by Thunder, it was really powerful, and at this point in the battle, there were no wounds on the surface.

It's just that, despite the protection of that formation, he was still hit several times by the woman's highly poisonous black thorn, and the insidious and serene power penetrated his skin and penetrated deep into his intestines, bringing extremely severe internal injuries, and on two occasions he almost vomited blood, but he swallowed it back.

But this time he tried to take a risk, the true yuan was all in the sword, and there was a hole in the defense of the nine-yuan formation, and he took a heavy blow, and there was no way to completely hold it back. A thin stream of blood flowed down the corner of his lips.

He didn't want to leave such a precious formation jade talisman to the enemy, his mind moved slightly, and he only heard a sound of fine metal crashing and rubbing, and the nine jade talismans instantly retracted, turning back into the original purple jade with scales, and then disappeared in his palm.

He no longer flipped his wrist and held the sword, just carried it so casually, looking like a young man who went home with a drink and drank with others.

The black fog is getting bigger and bigger. Temperatures are also getting colder. The afterglow of the setting sun in the direction of the steppe in the distance brought the last warmth to the forest and the last drive to the wind, blowing on his face.

He took out his handkerchief from his sleeve and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. Then take it back. The handkerchief has disappeared nowhere.

In such a short period of time. The wind still had an intimate contact with the blood, bringing out some flavor.

It wasn't bloody, it was a strange smell.

The rest of the demons stood in front of the mountains and forests. The horizontal sword was strictly guarded to prevent Yang Zhao from escaping into the forest with that wonderful footwork, a little farther away.

And that girl has an unimaginable sense of smell, her five senses are very keen, and she is right in front of Yang Zhao, very close, so she smells this smell.

It's really not bloody, it's not sweet, it's not the smell of pig iron in the depths of winter, it's a ...... Fragrance.

The fragrance is very light, like an orchid in a deep valley, but it is extremely fragrant, as if the orchid is in front of her eyes.

The fragrance is the breath released by some kind of crystal clear fruit in the process of slowly ripening, and it is like the freshness brought out by the mountain breeze blowing in the pine valley overnight, and it seems to be the saltiness steamed out of the stones on the beach when the morning sun rises.

On that night a few years ago, this smell once appeared in the cliff behind Kaiyang Peak, causing countless magical beings to be uneasy because of it.

More than ten years ago, this kind of smell once made the little fox who sneaked out of the house into Yang Zhao's world by himself.

Except for the night after meeting Xiao Bai, this smell hadn't appeared on Yang Zhao's body for a long time, even if he was injured and bleeding in the Yellow Spring Secret Realm, or when his flesh and blood were blurred outside the Chaotic Star Immortal Mansion.

However, after he entered the outer world, the night he was awakened by that shadow, this smell reappeared, and it was in his blood.

The closer you are to nature, the more pure your life will be able to smell it, and the more you can't refuse, the more you want to be closer.

Xiao Bai, who has the blood talent of the nine-tailed fairy fox, will have such an expression, how can this woman who is a spirit body be able to stand it?

Just in an instant, she was drunk and stupid, as if she had returned to the sea of flowers when she was born.

The vibration of the pair of light wings behind her gradually slowed down, and it seemed extremely soft, and there was still a little bit of power, more like fanning the wind.

Yang Zhao didn't understand what was going on, but he knew that this was his last chance to escape.

The rest of the heart demons couldn't smell that smell, so they were very sober and vigilant, and soon they found something strange in the forest, those heart demons looked abrupt, some rushed behind the girl, and some used their magic weapons to get out of their hands, and the most majestic and defensive heart magic in the outside of the world continued to strike, forming an insurmountable barrier between Yang Zhao and the girl.

They hoped that by doing so, they would be able to wait until the girl was back to normal.

They were very sure that no matter how tough Yang Zhao's methods were, no matter how many his magic weapons were, and how unpredictable his wonderful footwork was, there was no way to pass through the heart magic in such a short period of time.

But Yang Zhao didn't use the nine steps of the Reverse Demon.

In the forest, the sword wind is fierce, and the sword momentum is great.

Purple Void Sword Qi came out.

He reversed his sword moves, using the sword for the man, and the man for the sword, and threw himself directly into the air from the lakeside.

At that time, the starry sky was dark, and those black fogs were stretching across the sky of this world.

On the surface of the lake, which has become a little gloomy, there are still some afterglows of the starry sky.

Yang Zhao broke through the air, crossed the illusion array of those inner demons, flew high into the sky, and then fell to the surface of the lake.

He landed in the reflection of the starry sky on the lake.

Water splashes.

The girl woke up, there was still a slight look in her eyes, she didn't know what had happened at that moment, and the next moment, the slight confusion turned into anger.

Seeing that he was finally going to kill that difficult young man, how could he let him escape.

The black wings vibrated violently, and a painful hum rang out from the lakeside.

The girl looked at the demons and said, "Go after those who have escaped, and I will deal with this person!"

With that, a black light shot straight into the center of the lake, and then turned abruptly in the air and shot into the lake.

The sky was already dark, and the reflection of the bright starry sky on the lake had no way to illuminate too much of an area.

The clear and transparent lake water when the black fog did not rise has now become a little dark, especially in the depths of the lake, it is even more obscure, and it is extremely difficult to see, as if it is ink, but in this way, the light in the distance seems more and more eye-catching.

Yang Zhao flicked his legs and desperately swam towards the light, he could see clearly with his discerning eyes that there was a passage to the outside world.

However, before he could swim out more than ten feet, a huge pressure came from the lake behind him.

He didn't have to look back to know that it was the girl who was chasing him.

The black wings vibrated violently in the depths of the lake, like two oars that would never get tired, driving the girl's body to break through a clear line of water and shoot towards him.

The lake was stirred up in a great mess, as if it were boiling.

Yang Zhao knew that he didn't have time to swim to that piece of light, so he turned around in the water, the short sword was held in his hand again, and his legs flicked quickly, maintaining the posture of swimming backwards, while preparing for the arrival of his opponent.

The faint light spread out in the lake, and the girl's white clothes were tightly wrapped around her body, and she seemed to be naked, looking like a white fish, and the black wings behind her illuminated the surrounding space, glowing with a faint blue light, very beautiful, even at such a moment, he was amazed.

The waterline stretched forward, and soon it was in front of him.

Yang Zhao held the sword and stabbed forward, but the girl with a dignified and strange expression was really angry, did not dodge or dodge, as if he was going to let him stab the sword into his high bulging chest, and at the same time his hands grabbed his hand like a lock, almost at the same time, the girl was also really entangled, holding his left arm with both hands, and his tight legs twisted his waist.

The two black wings slowly closed together, like shells.

Yang Zhao was sealed in the light wing, and he was close to the girl.

If it is not a life-and-death struggle, or snuggling, it is a better description of the picture at this time.

A stone's throw away.

They looked at each other's faces, slightly distorted in the lake.

The dignified girl looked indifferent, and there was a hint of ridicule and blushing in her eyes.

The depths of the lake are getting darker and darker, and even more so at the bottom of the lake, like an abyss, like night.

Yang Zhao is the strangest and least wanted to enter the night.

Only the pair of black wings still exuded a ghostly line.

In the icy lake, falling towards the night of death, Yang Zhao's eyes became a little blurry.

He knew he had to take the risk of doing it, or he would regret it too late by the time he was unconscious.

He regretted it a little now, he shouldn't have let Chiba and them leave, although they couldn't let everyone get out of trouble, there must be some other way in this lake.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sword intent in his sea of consciousness.

That sword intent was faint, but it was fresh.

He remembered that before coming here, when he was standing in the courtyard of the city and being bombarded by thunder, he also sensed a sword intent.

Is this sword intent?

The magic of the heart by the lake gradually dissipated.

Looking at the lake that had returned to calm, the rest of the demons were silent for a long time.

They were a little confused, or perhaps a little happy.

But now, they don't have to be so confused.

The good thing is that the person is dead, and they also have their own mission.

They withdrew their gaze and turned to walk towards the forest behind the lake, silently thinking that if they killed everyone who had escaped, their mission would be successful, and their eternal world would be saved. (To be continued......)