Holding his head in his hands, his black robes were covered in white mist-like gas.
After a fierce and painful struggle, the hood was rubbed off, revealing the terrifying face burned by the sun.
The originally handsome and pale face was now blood red, with crimson blood beads dripping crazily, and the facial features were melted into a blur, looking very ugly and ferocious.
"Ah!" The girl's horrified scream pierced the sky, her eyes fluttered, and she fainted from fright.
And the groaning man on the ground suddenly lost his voice.
The disciple from the Ten Thousand Beasts Palace half-knelt down with his sword, covering his heart and saying in horror: "What kind of evil are you?!"
If his heart hadn't been different from ordinary people and was born in the right side of his chest, the blow just now would have killed him.
Thinking like this, the young man's face suddenly turned ferocious: "It is our duty to eliminate demons and defend the law!"
He struggled to get up and approached Bailian step by step.
As a result, before he had even taken two steps, he saw the white deer next to the demon widening his eyes and roaring angrily.
It actually moved like thunder, charging towards him with those two beautiful young horns.
The speed was so fast that people couldn't react. The young man only saw a white shadow rushing towards him, and then there was a sharp pain in his abdomen, as if he had been hit hard by a giant hammer.
The whole person flew backwards and hit the rocks hard. His cervical vertebra was snapped, and he was immediately lifeless.
Balian was rolling on the ground in pain, and the black silk was torn off, and he roared and screamed like a desperate beast.
The little deer quickly bit the handle of the glass umbrella to block him from the scorching sun, and Balian felt a little better now.
But that face was completely miserable.
He was breathing heavily, and the scarlet color in his eyes reappeared.
The little deer put the umbrella into his hand and raised his butt obediently.
Balian also knew that now was not the time to talk nonsense, so he drew out the Autumn Water Sword with trembling and bloody hands.
He had just made a small cut on the thick butt of the deer, and was ready to use his palm to carefully catch the blood that flowed out.
As a result, before the palms could reach over, the atmosphere between heaven and earth changed and suddenly became chilly.
In the air, a sword was torn open.
Without warning and from nowhere, a silver-white long sword broke through the wind and came in an instant, slashing straight at Bailian's outstretched palm.
Balian growled, his eyes became more and more cruel and scarlet, and the hand holding the umbrella suddenly turned to meet him with the umbrella.
As his burial object, the glazed umbrella was of an extraordinary grade. Naturally, its function was not only to cover up the scorching sun, but its defensive power was also extremely terrifying.
But when the sword collided with the umbrella, his thoughts were completely overturned.
This sword may seem ordinary, but it is terrifyingly powerful.
The cold sword intent that hit his face was useless even through an umbrella. The terrifying power used the glazed umbrella as a medium and was transmitted very clearly along the umbrella handle to every corner of Bailian's body.
The scene in front of him suddenly went dark, and he flew out in the air, just like the deer knocked the boy away just now.
He tightly held the handle of the umbrella that had become bitingly cold at some point. His body dragged on the ground leaving a long trace and blood stain, but he still held the umbrella tightly.
Because once he lets go, he will melt into the sunlight like snowflakes.
Without a sip of blood, Balian's entire eyes were completely replaced by scarlet, and his consciousness was on the verge of collapse.
He held the umbrella and stood up with difficulty.
And above the umbrella, it was already covered with a thick layer of ice.
Blood dripped down his cheek and onto the ground.
In the mountains and forests, thick frost and mist suddenly appeared.
Not far in front of Baili'an, the silver-white long sword flew in the air on its own, creating traces of frost, and finally fell into a narrow and slender hand.
A slender and tall figure slowly walked out through the thick fog. The silver sword in his hand stopped the clear sound and became extremely quiet.
This woman was very beautiful, with slender shoulders and a plain waist. However, her face was pale at the moment, and her figure was so thin that it was almost sickly, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.
There was a layer of bleak darkness under the beautiful apricot eyes, and she looked a little lonely.
A red dress stands out beautifully and brilliantly in the cold wind, like a beautiful flame in the frost and fog, but it also gives people a feeling of dying, cold, and reaching the end of the road.
There was a scabbard hanging from her waist, which was obviously the scabbard of the sword in her hand.
In addition, behind her sharp shoulders, there is a sword.
The sword was tightly wrapped in a piece of black cloth, and the specific appearance could not be seen clearly.
Her curly, long and thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, and as her eyes moved, she saw Baillian's inhuman appearance, but her eyes did not show much emotion.
Just the corners of the perfectly shaped lips curved slightly: "Where did this ugly thing come from."
She looked very beautiful when she smiled, even though there was no smile in her eyes.
Move your lips and smile with your teeth, as if wearing a smiling mask.
No one knows what kind of expression is behind that mask.
Hearing the girl's words, Balian subconsciously covered his face with his sleeves.
It was really strange. He was clearly going crazy with blood-killing desire at this moment, and his last trace of clear consciousness was almost shattered.
But for some reason, when he heard her words, he still subconsciously covered his ugly face.
It was as if... he didn't want her to see him like this.
But he clearly saw the ugly and bloody appearance of his zombie demon not long ago.
At that time, he actually didn't mind the frightened attitude of Orion and the girl.
The silver-white sword slowly returned to its sheath, and three things hung on the girl's waist.
Black jade, sapphire wine bottle, Qiankun bag.
The black jade is exquisite and luxurious, engraved with the pattern of fiery red birds.
The jade pendant has beads on it and black tassels on the bottom, which is quite ancient. When it lightly collides with the sapphire wine bottle, it makes a crisp and sweet sound.
The Qiankun bag also has a pattern of a mythical beast Suzaku embroidered on the front, which looks to complement the black ancient jade.
She took out a palm-sized coffin from the Qiankun Bag, held the coffin in one hand, and made a tapping motion with her other hand.
After tapping the coffin lid lightly, the girl's beautiful almond-shaped eyes slightly curved into beautiful crescent shapes, but there was still no trace of smile in her eyes.
But the tone was extremely gentle, strangely gentle: "Shou, dinner is ready."
The girl carries the coffin.
Such a strange aspect couldn't help but make Parian feel a shiver in his heart, as if something had grabbed his heart.
It was cold and uncomfortable.
What's even more frightening is that in a state of extreme thirst for blood, his body walked step by step in the direction of the girl in red without knowing whether to live or die.
The lid of the coffin was opened, and a sound like a child's innocent babble echoed throughout the forest.
The voice was innocent, but it made people's heads tingle.
Because with the sound, a scarlet tongue stretched out from the coffin, and then quickly retracted.
