Under the dark night, the sweet smell of blood floated back and forth in the air unbridled, and the scarlet blood had dyed the clothes extremely dazzling.
The more than ten years of life in Yaowang Valley have made her almost forget the pain of wandering life in her childhood. The moment she stepped into Yaowang Valley, the peonies in the skirts of the main skirts of Naowu Valley seemed to be in full bloom. The whole space in front of her. She said that she would cut off all ties with everything outside the Medicine King Valley. At that time, she would only need to follow that radiant woman for the rest of her life.
Even though things didn't go the way she thought they would. The sudden disappearance of the owner of Nawu Valley forced her to take on the livelihood of everyone in Yaowang Valley, but even so, the girls in Yaowang Valley actually relied more on her.
Except for Jiuxia and Qingyang, who had grown up with her, she just tried her best to protect them under any circumstances.
Even the moment she stepped out of the Medicine King Valley, she still didn't feel that there would be anyone outside the Medicine King Valley who would want to sincerely protect her. She was really shaken.
Gu Jianghe looked at the two injured people under the night. Even though she knew that they had other selfish motives for coming tonight, during these dark and boundless days, after she knew so many unbearable things, she still felt Being able to see the person who came to save her alone, a tear still slipped from her eyes.
Wen Jirou reached out and brushed away the tear on her face. The wind blew and his snow-white hair caressed their cheeks: "Trust me."
He let go of Gu Jianghe's hand and stood up quickly with his hands on the ground. At the same time, he pulled her up and pushed her behind him.
"I never thought that you would have the leisure to kiss me at a time like this." Ming Feng snorted coldly, "Your courage really does not disgrace me."
"Don't compare me to you," Wen Jirou said coldly, "My life was given to me by my mother and has nothing to do with you."
"It doesn't matter whether you admit it or not, because you have no life left here today." Mingfeng touched the ring on his right hand, "Although your blood can hurt me, with your skill, I can't do anything to you. Although you have the World-Saving Sword, it's a pity that you found a sick man and can't exert its power at all."
The round of fighting just now had once again triggered the poison in Ran Chen, who was already in poor health. At this time, he could barely stand up, but there was a faint bone-eroding pain in his knees. .
But there was always a voice in his head, he couldn't fall, he couldn't fall.
The sound of light coughs echoed continuously on the empty mountain top. He knew that if this battle was not ended quickly, he might not be able to support it anymore.
"Okay, since you like this stinky girl so much, I will let her see how you two died in front of her."
Mingfeng seemed to hesitate for a moment, but suddenly stretched out his hand and began to recite an unknown spell in his mouth.
A strange light began to slowly rise from behind him. The beam of light reached the top of Mingfeng's head and began to rotate continuously. Gradually, Wen Ji and Rou Ranchen were surprised to find that the beam of light turned into a long sword. appearance.
Mingfeng frowned and looked cautious, but he kept thinking in his lips and never stopped.
"Hurry up." Ranchen shouted to Wen Jirou, "If his sword of thought is successfully gathered, we will not be able to defeat him at all."
Wen Jirou pulled off the brocade handkerchief on her wrist and once again activated her inner strength. The originally long wound seemed to be torn open again by an invisible hand, and scarlet blood rushed out unbridled.
He turned his palm into a fist, put his hand on top of Wenxi Sword with great strength, and blood fell drop by drop on the long sword with cold light.
At the same time, the Jishidao held tightly in Ranchen's pale hand emitted a cold blue light, and he felt that his internal strength was collapsing.
As he gently caressed his chest with his left hand, he suddenly thrust it into his arms. In an instant, there was a dark brown pill on his pale fingertips. Ranchen didn't hesitate, raised his head and ate it.
That was the elixir he specially entrusted Jiuxia to refine. When the timid but superb medical girl handed the elixir to him, he hesitated for a long time: "City Lord, if we can't find a solution for the two of us." I'm afraid your body won't be able to survive this winter. But if you take this elixir, although it can condense your internal energy in a short period of time, the consequences will be an explosion of toxicity in your body. By then, I'm afraid the elixir will be gone. Spirit. I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for the antidote developed by the girl."
Ranchen let out a breath, rarely reached out his hand, patted Jiuxia's shoulder gently, and took the pill in her palm: "Don't worry, Miss Jiuxia, if it is not necessary, I will definitely Don’t eat it. Besides, I went here this time to rescue Miss Gu.”
A strange feeling rose from his dantian, and he felt that his internal energy, which had begun to dissipate, had regrouped, and the blue light emitted by the Jishi knife in his hand became even more dazzling.
There was a determined and focused look in Ranchen's eyes.
He concentrated all his strength on the fingers holding the Jishi Knife, and suddenly raised his hand to strike hard in the air. The air seemed to condense suddenly, and a cold light shot out from the knife, slashing towards Mingfeng.
The light above the head has condensed into the shape of a sword, and the lightsaber burst out of the light and split the sword shadow in half.
The sky seemed to be pressing down in a daze, as dark as the thickest ink. This night seemed like the end of the world.
Ranchen's figure moved quickly, and the Jishidao in his hand rushed forward like lightning with the cyan figure. The sword shadow collided hard with the lightsaber.
"With your dying body, even if you force your luck, do you think you can compete with me?" The blood-red shadow behind the lightsaber laughed wildly.
With blood still hanging on the corner of Ranchen's mouth, he smiled slightly: "Have you forgotten, there is another one of us?"
The sound of the sword piercing the air suddenly stopped only three steps away from him.
The Wenxi sword seemed to be firmly clamped by something invisible in the air. Even though Wen Jirou's right hand used all her strength, it remained motionless.
There was a hint of sneer on the corner of Mingfeng's mouth: "Do you think that my seclusion these days is just useless work? Although his blood can hurt me, I have already improved the loopholes in the barrier. You Now there is absolutely nothing we can do about my barrier."
There was a strong wind blowing in the air, and the long snow-white hair danced wildly in the air like the branches of a dragon blood tree.
Mingfeng's words did not make Wen Jirou show any panic. Instead, she showed a look of victory, which made Mingfeng feel something was wrong: "You are not the same person you were a few days ago. Do you think I will still be the same person you were a few days ago?" Do you like me?"
A look of panic suddenly appeared in Mingfeng's dark eyes.
The tip of Wenxi Sword suddenly burst out with golden sword flowers, like the sound of something cracking, and traces of golden cracks spread along the tip of the sword to all sides.
Mingfeng's expression changed from panic to despair: "How is it possible? How could you split my barrier?"
The sound of something exploding was like the most brilliant fireworks in the night sky, and something exploded into a huge golden firework in the underworld. It was as if he had been hit in the back, and severe pain crawled up his entire back.
He wanted to turn around, but the lightsaber in front of him shook violently. The Jishidao in Ranchen's hand suddenly increased in strength. In the process of contending with it, the lightsaber gradually began to show weakness.
Mingfeng no longer had time to worry about the people behind him, he used his hands as palms, raised all his inner strength, and input it into the lightsaber.
At the moment when the halo around the lightsaber began to turn into countless small swords, there was a sound of sharp swords piercing flesh and blood.
The resistance that Ji Shi Dao encountered suddenly decreased, and Ran Chen rose up horizontally, flipping his wrist, and flew towards Mingfeng.
He looked at his chest in disbelief. The tip of the Wenxi Sword pierced the red robe, bringing with it drops of blood, which were shining brightly on his chest. Behind him, Wen Jirou still maintained the same strength as before. The posture of striking a blow, the breath is still panting violently.
The shadow of the lightsaber gradually began to fall.
At that moment, the tip of Ji Shi Dao pierced Ming Feng's arm without hesitation.
All the internal organs seemed to be shattered into pieces in an instant.
Mingfeng's expression was horrified and unbelievable, but he could no longer hold back the blood in his mouth, and it spurted out and sprinkled on the green turf, dotted with stars.
"I don't believe it, how is it possible?"
Mingfeng clenched his right hand, trying to exercise his power again, but found that everything was in vain, and the true energy in his body had long since disappeared.
At this moment, the wound penetrated by Wenxi's sword seemed to have encountered hot flint and began to burn. Mingfeng screamed violently due to the pain.
"Ah..." The screams echoed in the empty night sky.
He seemed to have exhausted his last strength and swung hard. Wen Jirou and Ranchen's body received a strong impact. Wenxi Sword and Jishi Sword left Mingfeng's body at that moment.
The bodies of the two people flew out like arrows from the string and fell on the grass.
Wisps of white smoke began to appear from the wound on Mingfeng's abdomen. He looked at the wound on his abdomen in disbelief: "I don't believe it. How is it possible? It's just a sword, how could it hurt me?"
"Although the Wenxi Sword is a divine weapon, it cannot hurt the leader." A scent of gentian flowers drifted over from nowhere. Along with the scent, there was a cold voice, but the white-clothed priest I don’t know when it came to me, "The blood relatives of the leader can only cause you some flesh and blood injuries, but if it is his blood, plus the red blood mushroom, it is your only life between heaven and earth." Door."
Ming Feng's face began to turn pale, but his expression was as terrifying as an evil spirit: "Qing Ling, how dare you deceive me."
The blue-purple gentian flower bloomed on Qing Ling's forehead, but a pair of dark brown eyes revealed a bright light: "Master Leader, this is not your position. You have borrowed the Bihai Leader's The place has been there for too long. If she knew that you had destroyed everything she had carefully guarded so cleanly, she would not be happy."
"Bi Hai, you did it for Bi Hai." Ming Feng heard the name that had disappeared for decades and laughed wildly, "She only raised you until the age of ten, but you were able to endure humiliation for her for so many years. You are really a failure, I believed you so easily in the first place."
Qing Ling smiled slightly: "Master Cult Leader, if you don't believe me, do you have any other choice? After all, I am the only inheritor of the power of the Priest of Bihai Cult."
"Now that I have lost to you, I am really not willing to accept it."
"If you don't want to give in, what are you going to do?" Qing Ling reached out and brushed the broken hair hanging from her ears, "I still have something I haven't told you. I was the one who let Ayouduo go in the first place."
The wound on Mingfeng's abdomen that was originally only as big as the tip of a sword began to get bigger and bigger. White smoke kept coming out, and blood kept flowing out. He seemed to be about to drain all the blood from his body.
The smell of blood in the air became thicker and thicker.
Ming Feng raised his head as if resigned to his fate: "Qing Ling, Qing Ling, I never dreamed that I would lose at your hands. But Qing Ling, don't forget, the blood on your hands is nothing compared to I have few seats."
"I've never denied that."
Mingfeng's face was already as pale as winter snow, making his pupils even darker. He looked at Wen Jirou intently: "The reason why you hate me so much is just because of your mother, but do you know that your Mother, was captured by Qing Ling and taken to the Mingyue Sect. Now that you are with him, how are you different from me?"
"If I have to pay with my life for the murder I committed, I will never have any complaints." Qing Ling also glanced at Wen Jirou, but he didn't seem to hear the conversation between them and didn't react at all.
"You just shouldn't attack Master Bihai and Ayuduo."
As soon as Qing Ling finished speaking, Ming Feng's body seemed to have released all its strength. At that moment, his body fell backwards.
"Boom" sound.
The body fell to the ground with a loud noise. Blood was still flowing out from the wound, covering all the green grass around it.
A violent cough came from Ran Chen's mouth, and a sharp pain shot back and forth between his chest and lungs.
Seeing darkness, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and passed out.
