In the darkness, a pair of extremely cold eyes were reflected brightly by the snow-like aurora.
The trembling murderous intention has already created a heart-wrenching illusion in people's chest. Bailian was shocked, and his eyes were filled with horror. He didn't understand why Yin Baishuang, who was chatting and laughing with him a moment ago, suddenly turned into a terrifying figure. God of death.
In Binghua's sword light, from the corner of his eye, Bai Lian saw Ying Xiu standing aside, looking at Su Jing in his hand with a bit of probing and a trace of undetectable hatred.
In this murderous atmosphere, the look in his eyes gradually became inexplicably calm.
Yin Baishuang's sword is lighter than a piece of snow, but the bone-chilling chill is like coming from the abyss of the far north, giving people a bone-piercing despair!
Balian's mind was blank at the moment, but the instinct that emerged from the moment of life and death told him that this sword was not aimed at him, but at the unconscious young master of Taixuan Sect.
If he hadn't moved tacitly, Yin Baishuang's cold sword would not have hit him at all.
He was worry-free in front of Yin Baishuang.
But……
How can you not move?
Balian lowered his eyebrows and quickly raised the thin weight in his hand, leaning on his side. The boy's red clothes and the woman's white clothes were like two-color butterfly wings fluttering at night.
Bai Shang disappeared behind the red robe and was safely hidden, helping her avoid the sword with great danger.
But in this way, with half of his movement, it was inevitable that his chest would brush against Han Zhi's sword blade.
The cold and thin sword edge grazed the red cloth and easily opened the skin between his chest.
The sword edge passed by, only to see that the sword edge was still silvery white and cold, with not a trace of blood visible. Instead, a cloud of light red ice shards vibrated in the air.
The wound seemed very shallow, like a faint trace of frost on pale porcelain.
However, Balian only felt that a large part of his chest was numb and senseless. With a slight movement of his body, his entire chest and abdomen felt as if cold needles were piercing deeply. The pain was unbearable.
Yin Baishuang sheathed her sword and stood up, looking coldly at the pale boy whose body was slightly swaying and unsteady: "Want to die?"
Her expression looked very light and calm, but her pupils were extremely deep, filled with terrifying murderous intent.
Balian wanted to speak, but his throat felt as cold and painful as if he had swallowed a needle.
He coughed twice, spit out two mouthfuls of bloody ice slag, and said in a calm voice, "Girl, please calm down."
"Calm down? Everyone in the world has known that I have been crazy for hundreds of years, and no one dares to persuade me to calm down. If you really want me to calm down, then give me the one in white."
Yin Baishuang sneered, and the dim light of intertwined shadows shattered into pieces in her deep pupils, making her look thin and surly. It was obvious that her emotions were on the verge of losing control.
Bai Lian couldn't imagine what would happen to Su Jing in the hands of such a madwoman.
He suppressed the cold sword intent in his chest and said, "I'm sorry, but I obey."
Yin Baishuang smiled instead of being angry: "Sure enough, in this world, those who prefer skin are regardless of race. Do you think you can get her to be grateful to you by using your mantis as a car at the moment and overestimating your capabilities? The first time she wakes up, she kills you!"
After hearing these threatening words, Bailian's expression calmed down. He smiled slightly at Yin Baishuang and said, "What Miss Yin said is undoubtedly the truth."
"Now that I understand, it's still so erotic that it makes me faint, really..." Yin Baishuang's cold and forbidding eyes settled slightly, and she saw the scar on Bailian's mouth under the red dress, and the madness in her eyes was suppressed. After a while, he turned into confusion: "Love-cutting sword?"
On his heart, there were new wounds stacked on top of old ones, and the sword marks were still there. One was the fatal wound from the small sword that he had died from during his lifetime, but the pain that Su Jing had caused him.
The Love-Severing Sword is by no means a common thing, but the scars it leaves behind are something that even the zombie demon's healing talent cannot erase.
Ying Xiu, who had applied medicine to stop the bleeding on his face, couldn't help but show a look of horror on his face.
That sword mark was on his heart. Su Jing rarely used the sword. She was so ruthless, so once she could get her to use the sword to kill him, no matter his status, she would not leave any room for him.
How on earth did this young man survive?
"Has she ever dealt a fatal blow to you?" Yin Baishuang's eyes mocked, as if looking at a fool: "You have suffered such a fatal blow at her hands, and you still want to fight against me to protect her?"
The strange thing is that Yin Baishuang's eyes were mocking, but indifferently... his murderous intention towards Bailian was significantly reduced.
Even though at this moment he was protecting the person she hated the most in her life.
However, Balian's vigilance did not weaken at all. He quietly lifted Su Jing behind him and said calmly: "I have never thought about going against Miss Yin, but I also don't want you to kill anyone. She is a defenseless person, since she was rescued from my hands, Si Chen will naturally protect her until she can protect herself."
Yin Baishuang said: "In front of me, you don't even have the ability to protect yourself, and you still want to protect others? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you too?"
Bailian lowered his head and glanced at the injury on his chest, and said, "If Miss Yin wants to kill me, she can do it now."
Yin Baishuang looked unpredictable. She slowly put down Hanzhi in her hand. The deep murderous intent in her eyes gradually subsided and she said softly: "I won't kill you."
Ying Xiu glanced at her with an incomprehensible look.
Balian said sincerely: "Thank you very much."
The frost is gone and the cold is gone.
Yin Baishuang said: "The sword pierced your heart very deeply, but she didn't hold back at that time. If you hadn't been..." She laughed and said with a calm expression, "You would have been dead."
"Su Jing once wanted to kill you, but now in front of me, you are seeking death to save her. If I kill you, in the end you will still die because of her."
She frowned and said with a sneer: "Why should I flatter her!"
What is the logic of this?
Bai Lian and Ying Xiu looked speechless at the same time.
When Yin Baishuang slowly hung the Hanzhi Sword on her waist, Bailian could clearly see that her knuckles holding the scabbard were turning pale. She was so indignant and unwilling to let Su Jing go.
I once heard Jin Sheng say that these two women had been fighting for more than two hundred years, and every time they met, there would be a bloody storm. Both sides were fighting for one man.
Who was so unlucky that he was attracted by two such terrifying women at the same time? Balian thought that if he were that person, he would probably die within a few days in this battle between dragons and tigers.
Both sides are so strong, whoever they choose will be terrible.
"Since you thank me, then do something for me." Yin Baishuang suddenly said.
Bailian said: "Miss Yin, please tell me."
Yin Baishuang pointed at Su Jing who was hidden behind him, his face became colder, and he nodded: "She has a two-hundred-year-old Qiankun bag hidden close to her body. Get it for me, and then give it to me."
Balian looked embarrassed and said, "Miss Yin, taking it without asking is a thief."
