Balian felt a little ridiculous: "Didn't you come to kill me today?"
After saying this, Ning Feiyan stared at him strangely for a long time.
After confirming that there was no ambiguity in what he said just now, and that it was just a simple literal meaning, the cold murderous intent in her eyes faded a bit.
Ning Feiyan looked slightly confused and said, "Do you know who I am?"
Balian was stunned. At the moment of life and death, he didn't expect her to ask such a question.
Although he didn't know the true meaning, his attitude was still polite: "Your Excellency is the seventh elder of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, and is also the master of the four rivers in the Demon Realm. We were separated by the Bronze Gate, but I didn't expect that the girl's ability reached the sky. Fortunately, she was not seriously injured in the Demon Prison. It’s admirable that he can still survive from a desperate situation.”
Having said this, Bai Lian paused for a moment, seemed to remember something, and asked, "I wonder if Hongzhuang knows that you are fine?"
Ning Feiyan frowned, seeing that he really didn't remember what happened in those days. What's even weirder is that she didn't deliberately repair the messy traces in the house when she left. So Su Jing was really good at it, so she didn't know How to deceive him.
A smile graced her lips.
fair enough.
It saves some unnecessary trouble.
"Young Master's question..." Ning Feiyan seemed to have smoke flowing in her eyes: "Are you worried about her?"
Balian saw that there was a smile on her lips from time to time, but there was a lingering coolness in her eyebrows, which made her look a little cold in the night rain.
He only thought that most people in the demon clan were cold-blooded and ruthless, but inside the bronze door that day, the killer Hongzhuang was undoubtedly sincere to her.
But now, when Ning Feiyan talks about Hongzhuang, there is only careless frivolity in her words and eyes.
Comparing the two, Balian actually found the unsmiling and indifferent killer to be more endearing.
Balian lowered his head to brush off the rainwater on the sword, and without saying any more nonsense, he suddenly turned the edge of the sword over. The spiritual power gushing out of his body could not be poured into the sword body, but could only cling to the surface of the sword body.
The blade of the sword glowed with a faint light, and the light broke through the heavy wind and rain. The straight line of a hundred meters between Bailian and Ning Feiyan seemed to be unable to withstand the weight of the strong wind that overturned Tiance Junshan when he swung it. , several long and narrow cracks appeared in the ground.
Ning Feiyan's expression remained unchanged, and she was not surprised at all by Bai Lian's initiative.
She gently raised her right arm and easily withstood the strong wind caused by the sword.
The raindrops around the two people suddenly burst and exploded, and Daizi's clothes danced in the wind.
She grasped the button with all her strength, and the invisible and heavy wind actually made a terrifying explosion sound under her palm.
The wet soil on the ground rose up with the rocks shaking, the green and vast ancient trees were broken, and the thick tree stumps were blown into endless pieces.
The strong wind calmed down, and the skirts and shirts fell down.
Ning Feiyan looked at the empty front without blinking. The boy had lost track of him.
It turns out that the sword strike just now was just a cover.
The forest leaves were falling. Ning Feiyan, with a smile on her face, raised her hand to pick one. The thin and sharp green leaves gently twirled between her fingers. With a flick of her fingers, the green leaves disappeared from her fingertips and disappeared into the night.
She walked leisurely in the direction where the leaf disappeared.
Not long after, Ning Feiyan appeared in a canyon. She looked thoughtfully at the bloody fallen leaves deeply cut into the rocks on the mountain wall. She was silent for a moment, and then sighed softly.
This boy seemed to be much harder to capture than she had imagined.
However, since she appeared here, she would naturally not return empty-handed by mistake.
The rainy night is the weather that can best wash away the breath, and Bailian is not a human being. He does not need to breathe, and it is more difficult for the corpse demon without body temperature to leave traces in the night sky.
At this moment, his breath has indeed disappeared perfectly between the world.
Ning Feiyan calmly watched the rain wash away the blood drops on the leaves, a faint smile appeared on her lips, but there was no emotion in her eyes.
She seemed to find a direction at random, and her figure rose up like smoke, like a demon in the night, moving freely.
…
Balian did not fly with his sword. He sprinted through the forest and climbed over a mountain.
Even though the extremely heavy Tiance Junshan in his hand had a significant impact on his speed, he did not put the sword into the jade.
If he hadn't reacted very quickly to block it with his sword, that silent light leaf might have penetrated his heart.
On the thin line between life and death, it was Tiance Junshan who counteracted the terrifying power contained in that leaf.
But despite this, he could only barely let that leaf's offensive deviate from the track, and finally tore a bloody hole on his shoulder.
The wound was not big, but he didn't have any extra time to bandage it. During the fierce sprint, the blood from the wound continued to seep out.
After a while, half of his body looked like he had just been fished out of a pool of blood.
He didn't look back the whole time. In a very short time, he was far away from the forest just now, and he couldn't sense any danger.
Likewise, he couldn't sense even half of Ning Feiyan's scent.
But the more this happened, the clearer he became in his heart that only invisible crises were the most deadly.
The dark clouds in the sky are accumulating, the light rain turns to heavy rain, and the raindrops hit the body, which is bone-chilling!
He couldn't sense Ning Feiyan's presence, but the wind and rain was extremely strange, as if it had become part of her sight.
Balian did not run away aimlessly. During the process of wielding the sword, he roughly remembered the human terrain he saw in his mind.
He walked through forests and hills, and the rain never stopped. Finally, Balian came to the depths of a hidden valley, surrounded by mountains and cliffs on three sides. If he wanted to continue moving forward, he had to fly with a sword.
This valley was deathly silent, and no birds, animals or insects could be heard. Before entering the valley, Bailian was filled with wind, rain and coldness.
But when he stepped into this valley, the wind and rain suddenly stopped, chaotic clouds flew across the sky, and a waning moon with a hint of crimson hung coldly in the sky.
The valley is empty, with almost no green plants. Large areas of dead vines and old trees cover the black sand wasteland.
The vegetation was all dry, and there were a few dead leaves stained with water, and there was a faint musty smell in the dampness.
Balian stopped in this valley. He had no intention of wielding the sword. He came to a small stream, picked up the water and simply treated the blood on his body.
Just as he was bandaging and tying knots, a smiling voice came from above his head: "Are you planning to capture him without mercy?"
Bai Lian's bandaging movements paused slightly, and with a quick glance, he saw a woman's figure reflected in the reflection in the stream.
Without saying a word, he held the Tiance Junshan Sword tightly with both hands, his sleeves bulging, and the green python sword energy followed his arms and tightly wrapped around the sword's edge. In an instant, Hua Qing's bright sword energy turned the night into darkness. The immersed stream shines brightly, like a beam of skylight across the space.
Ning Feiyan's smiling face was half-bright in the sword light, like a demon.
She waved her sleeves and raised her hands, and the calm space around her suddenly became violently turbulent, and the dead leaves among the black soil were swept up by the invisible storm.
The wind crazily killed the dead leaves and broke away from the ground, as if it was filled with life in an instant, turning into a huge wind butterfly.
The wind butterfly fluttered its wings, and the black earth could not withstand the terrifying force. Wherever the wind wings passed, there was no fire, and the ground was scorched and withered.
However, the target of Baili'an's sword was not Ning Feiyan. The ancient black sword, which was as heavy as a mountain, hit the stream heavily. The gurgling water surface was divided, exposing the sand and stones deep at the bottom of the stream.
The sword continued to chop deeply without resting, and the depths of the stream continued to be cut apart. Haze overflowed from the lacquered cracks, enveloping the dark air.
Quickly putting the sword into the green jade, Bailian stepped back a hundred meters away with the Seven Ember Steps.
But the wind is a disease that has no trace in the world. Bailian felt a cold and severe pain in his lower back, and a horrible numbness soon spread from his waist. He knew that the waist and ribs must be injured. It would rather be injured by the wind than the breath of smoke.
After retreating a hundred meters, the huge wind butterfly fluttered its wings and swooped down again. Bailian summoned the piccolo to support the scorpion, and the ghost weeping beads at the tail of the flute drew a faint aura of light in the night, like a ghost staring.
The flute was played against the lips, and the bleak flute sounded. The divided river water could no longer be reunited. There seemed to be something awakening in the crack that was cut off by his sword. The crack expanded rapidly, as if it had been broken by a pair of Invisible giant hands tore it open forcefully.
The wailing sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling seeped out from the deep mouth of the earth. Even though they were far apart, the sounds followed them like a shadow, as if they were attached to people's ears, wailing and crying, extremely sad and shrill.
The dark demonic energy entered the wild dragon and came out of the abyss, covering and swallowing the wind butterflies on the earth.
The incorporeal black energy continued to spread across the ground, causing disaster, and finally gathered into rows of orderly shadows.
Those phantoms were wearing armor, holding battle axes, and their bodies were filled with countless sharp arrows and iron blades. They all looked like they were on the eve of their death in battle.
"This is..." Ning Feiyan narrowed her eyes involuntarily, with emotions of appreciation and surprise in her eyes: "Ghost soldiers."
This valley turned out to be a battlefield and a place of mass burials. Countries in the world have always been at war. The battlefield is the place where the resentment is the strongest. This young man is proficient in the art of Six Yao, and he is actually able to use the Yin energy of this mountain to lay such a plot. A killing array.
Ning Feiyan looked at the flute-playing boy, her smiling eyes still showing no emotion.
"Do you think that if a demon like me, a Tribulation Realm demon, condescends to deal with a Tuohai Realm cultivator like you, I should feel that I have a sure chance of winning, just like a cat playing with a mouse?"
Bailian asked, isn't it like this?
When they first met in the forest, Ning Feiyan's strength could have kept him there forever, but she didn't.
Instead, he dealt with him very patiently, just like a bobcat teasing its prey, enjoying the process of catching it.
If Ning Feiyan really had such a toying attitude towards him, this would not be a bad thing for Bai Lian.
Because in the process of teasing and capturing, this also means that he also has a certain amount of time to find opportunities to escape.
Just like the current geographical conditions in the valley, it is an excellent talisman to protect his life.
But Balian had forgotten what happened in those three days. Ning Feiyan had personally experienced how powerful and terrifying Balian was when his memory was confused that night.
How could he be careless?
Today's situation was originally set up for such a terrible person.
At this time, Balian had exerted a mind and ability that were beyond those of practitioners in the same realm, and he had been able to neutralize her murderous intentions again and again, and his methods were indeed extraordinary.
But Ning Feiyan felt very clearly that the Bailian he was facing at this moment did not have the terrifying strength that night.
Therefore, no matter what kind of miracle Balian can create tonight, it will be nothing more than a child's fuss with Ning Fei.
From the beginning, she was very serious. She also used it as a lion to fight a rabbit, including whether Balian would choose to fight in this valley, which was also part of her deduction.
Ning Feiyan was the best at observing, and she had witnessed all of Bailian's battles in the Ghost Mountain.
Not to mention knowing his abilities and weapons very well, he certainly has eight points among them.
But Bai Lian never knew what kind of abilities and trump cards Ning Feiyan had.
The moonlight was faint, and the crimson color infiltrated by the waning moon was blurred and dispersed, forming a scarlet halo in the clouds.
Ning Feiyan stared at the ghost soldiers in the earth. The valley was shady and the ghost soldiers cultivated by the netherworld were extremely terrifying. The resentment was already extremely deep. In addition, they were controlled by the Yin Jade and the Devil Weeping Bead. The ghost soldiers have undergone qualitative changes.
Every ghost soldier here has strength comparable to the peak of the Spirit Bearing.
There are more than thousands of resentful souls who died on the battlefield, and the black energy in the cracks seems to be endless and endless.
A mysterious and treacherous smile suddenly appeared on Ning Feiyan's face: "Do you know why the Six Rivers of the Demon Realm has become the longest fearful nightmare on this continent?"
"Tonight... I will tell you."
She pulled out a strand of her hair, and the tangled black hair on her fingertips dissipated and turned red like blood.
The soft red hair was twisted as thinly as a red rope between her little fingers, forming a light bow.
She took the strand of red hair on her fingertips and swept into the endless black air.
Daizi's figure danced in the black shadow, her red hair gently brushing past her, making a strange figure, as if she was calling for something, as if she was ambushing something.
She fell into this valley like a whirlpool, and both humans and ghosts were inevitable.
The sound of the flute gradually stopped. When Ning Feiyan's figure fell into the black tide of ghost soldiers, his flute sound suffered a huge backlash. There was even a huge distortion and tingling feeling deep in his soul. Eroding his spiritual platform.
Her shadow is black, and it is a reflection that cannot be swallowed up by the ghost soldiers' black energy. It is like a reflection extending from the abyss, constantly spreading and covering the ghost soldiers.
The hair between the fingers is deep red. In this red, countless dead souls are mourning and weeping, souls are broken, and resentful spirits are wailing.
She was like a curse traveling through the netherworld of black earth.
The Yin soldiers have long since died, their bodies have long since rotted, and their blood has long since dried up.
But every time the purple figure flew by, the clean and white fingertips would always tear open a cloud of scarlet.
She made these ghost creatures, who are often associated with death, feel the despair of death again.
The screams are endless, piercing the clouds and the sky, and the sound is screaming.
The gurgling stream gradually turned deep into blood red.
Ning Feiyan walked slowly to the side of the stream bank. Under her skirt, ghost corpses were everywhere, like a ghost prison on earth, and she was like an evil flower blooming among the bones of the ghost prison.
The two separated streams have been difficult to merge for a long time, and black energy is still surging in the gap, as if new ghost soldiers are about to wake up.
Ning Feiyan glanced lightly, and the uneasy black air surging in the crack suddenly solidified.
Finally, under her gaze, like a hibernating snake, it slowly returned to the depths of its lair.
The streams merged together, the waning moon was hidden in the clouds, and the screams finally stopped.
Under the still frightened moonlight, Ning Feiyan's beautiful and white face was covered with a layer of cruel and cold murderous intent that could not be concealed. There was a trace of scarlet blood on her cheeks, which made her eyebrows stunning.
She is like a blood-stained sword in the black earth.
Balian's whole body was cold, and there was an inexplicable itching in the back of his throat. Sweetness surged up in his throat. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and in the blood, a blood butterfly spread its wings and flew out.
The pain deep in the throat was so severe that it was difficult to make a sound, as if the vocal cords had been cut.
She had planted the butterfly poison in his body at some point? !
The blood butterfly born of blood flew back to Ning Feiyan's fingertips, and she smiled and said, "You know? Every time I kill someone, I always use my own knife."
Balian hasn't yet understood the meaning of her words. Behind him, red makeup appears like a ghost, black robes flutter silently, a pair of eyes under the half-moon mask are cold and empty, and she holds a handful of faint red light in her hand. Ze's simple knife.
The blade penetrated Balian's back fiercely, piercing through his entire chest.
This knife seemed to be prepared in advance specifically to deal with him.
This knife drank blood, and Balian felt that the moment the knife entered his body, the blood all over his body was quickly sucked and swallowed by the knife. Even the corpse beads in his body were almost exhausted.
The figure of the woman staring at her with a smile in the dark night gradually blurred.
He returned to darkness.
