long night walk

Chapter 139 Chapter 130 Eight: The Sword in the Darkness
Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly smelled a delicate fragrance at the tip of his nose. The fragrance was extremely aggressive, and instantly paralyzed most of Bai Lian's consciousness.

He fell back to the barren stone limply, his eyes were astonished.

Suddenly, there was a coolness on the lips, but it was overturned by a soft thing.

Bai Lian found that his heart that was not beating under his chest was about to explode.

What's even more surprising is that, without any drugs, he didn't feel disgusted with this kiss at all.

The salty rainwater and blood lingered in his mouth for a while, and the lips with a lingering fragrance had already left him.

But the woman didn't stay away from him.

Because the sound of warm breathing was close at hand, hitting his nose.

"Remember the taste of this blood, remember me..."

It's very strange, obviously she doesn't want to tell him her name, but she stubbornly asks him to remember her.

Bai Lian pulled a wry smile from the corner of his mouth, but saw that the woman had already got up.

He thought that the other party was going to leave and wanted to get up, but the fragrance seemed to be a strong fragrance, which made his limbs sore and weak, and a strong and heavy sense of fatigue and drowsiness came like a wave.

He could only barely raise his hand, and grasped one of her arms feebly.

"Snapped……"

A small thing fell out of her sleeve and bumped into Bai Lian's arms.

"You haven't slept for a long time, sleep well, don't worry, I will be by your side tonight, and I won't go anywhere."

After all, the palm holding that arm still couldn't survive the Sandman, unable to slip down.

When the darkness fell, the cold voice on the side of the ear became a little fuzzy and distant, but it was extremely reassuring: "I will be with you, this time, I will not leave you alone."

Everything is quiet, the surrounding fields are silent.

After an unknown amount of time, the cold feeling in his body gradually receded, and the slowly flowing blood in his body made his empty, dead body seem to have something different.

The corpse bead moved slowly, stained with a tinge of crimson.

The indifferent but lingering warmth in his chest caused Bai Lian to wake up from his coma.

Opening his eyes, he found that he was still leaning against a huge barren rock.

There is a dark, lightless wilderness between the sky and the earth, and the breath of curse is everywhere.

In this world, the eyes adapted to the dark night with corpse demons are still unable to see.

He subconsciously touched the Qiushui sword, but a cold object in his arms rolled down into his palm.

Bai Lian was slightly taken aback.

Not a dream.

This object was left in the sleeve of the mysterious woman last night.

He touched the corner of his lips in a daze, momentarily bewildered.

The object in his palm was cold and moist, and he groped slightly, it seemed to be a half-foot-long jade flute with tassels hanging on it.

Although I can't see the object at this moment, I can know the delicacy and smallness of this jade flute just by copying it by hand.

Obviously, it's a woman's thing.

Bai Lian pressed the flute with his fingers, subconsciously brought the jade flute to his lips, and blew out a melodious and peaceful flute sound based on his distant and vague memory.

The sound of the flute is clearer and longer, and it is very pleasant to listen to.

"So you still remember this song." A clear and crisp voice sounded from the darkness.

Bai Lian was startled, the sound of the flute stopped, and he looked in the direction of the sound in the darkness.

The sound of the sword clanged, and a ray of clear sword light broke through the darkness, and the shrill roar of a dying beast and ghost suddenly came from the space.

The sword light soared into the sky, tearing open a huge sword gap covering the black clouds above the valley.

The chaotic valley was not invaded by darkness, and the twilight morning light sprinkled down, and then was soon invaded by the cursed black mist in the valley, leaving only a few fireflies flying up and down.

In the halo of dense fog, with the indistinct outline of the distant mountains as the background, the floating spots of light depict a muscular and skeletal face like snow jade.

Under the slender eyelashes intertwined with agile wings are amber pupils, and fine spots of light fall into her eyes, like the first burning star in the world, making her pupils radiant.

The photo in white clothes is very plain, but it is also breathtakingly beautiful.

Bai Lian's wide-open eyes narrowed slightly, not only because the woman in front of him was too beautiful.

There are also four directions, corpses floating all over the ground, bright red blood spread all over the field, there are corpses of grieving ghosts on the ground, and among the overgrown weeds floats the corpse of a terrifying evil python. a few cuts.

Obviously, the cursed creatures in this darkness were destroyed by this woman with the sword as early as in a help.

Although the Yin evil creature was dead, the aura exuded from the corpse still made Baili'an's heart palpitate.

Every monster corpse lying on the ground is extremely evil and indestructible to the outside world. Among them, the one with the weakest breath may have the state of expansion comparable to that of a human practitioner.

And the evil python with the strongest aura of cruel evil exuded the aura of the realm of bearing spirits.

If it absorbs enough evil energy in this realm and evolves successfully, then it will successfully cross the catastrophe and become a evil spirit, which is an existence that even immortals have found troublesome for thousands of years.

But the white-clothed woman in front of him wiped out all the evil spirits in a radius of ten miles in one night.

How strong!

Shocked in his heart, Bai Lian looked at the woman with a hoarse voice, and said, "Sister Wen..."

There was a faint pain in his head, as if some important memory was about to break out of the ground, but was firmly pressed down by a solid rock.

This cold woman in white is none other than Wen Hanwei, the Ninth Sutra of Taixuan, the Sutra of Fanyin Sword.

Her hand holding the sword was steady, and bright red blood dripped from the shining blade.

The surrounding area is ten li, covered with blood, only her white clothes are as quiet as ever, spotless, like a pure white snow lotus that grows in a pool of blood.

Su Xue's white boots stepped on the blood on the ground, and she walked towards Bai Li'an with her big sleeves fluttering like an exile.

With a slight movement of the wrist, the sword in the palm turned into a brilliant sword glow!
Suddenly, the corners of Bailian's eyes tingled, and a sharp edge was reflected between his eyes.

Before he even had time to close his eyes subconsciously, he heard a sharp scoffing sound beside his ears.

Immediately afterwards, a puddle of hot liquid splashed on his cheek, and the hair hanging on one side was wet on his face.

Afterwards, an extremely strong and foul-smelling blood aura spread out.

Bai Lian's pupils shrank sharply, but he calmed down quickly. He looked sideways at his own eyes reflected on the cold sword edge. The sword edge pierced into an inch of barren rock, nailing an extremely strange evil spirit to death.

That evil spirit has no body, only a green pupil.

Within three feet of Bai Lian's body, there was not a corpse of an evil spirit, and half an inch of blood.

But such an inconspicuous little thing approached quietly.

A flesh-colored tentacle grew horizontally from that green eye, and it almost reached into his ear.

But at this moment, Xue Han's sword edge had pierced through that strange evil spirit's eye, and the fleshy whiskers wrapped in green mucus also collapsed, lifeless at all.

The blood was extremely stinky, and Bai Lian glanced sideways, only to feel that the sword was like a man, clear and beautiful, with a sea of ​​snow on the sword's edge, obviously a high-grade immortal sword.

　Hoho, it’s on the shelves. Beibei thanks all the readers for their support, and is also very grateful to Guan Gongzi and Ji Chada for their chapter push. Beibei didn’t expect Guan Da to open a separate chapter. I am very grateful, O Give! !
　　
　
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