long night walk

Chapter 152 Terrorist Repair

The more this man wanted something, the stronger his desire to destroy it with his own hands.

But on the one hand, he is extremely contradictory, afraid of breaking his favorite toy, and how to survive this long and boring time.

It would be nice if you could be obedient.

The man's platinum pupils were replaced by blood.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Lian's calm voice sounded, like a cool wind blowing through a mountain peak at night.

"The choice you gave is not a choice at all for me. When I hold the sword in my hand, the point of the sword has already determined the existence of the enemy. All I can choose is to put all my eggs in one basket to decide the outcome. "

"Victory is life, loss is death."

His white and blood-stained face possessed a calmness and composure far beyond those of his peers.

Moderate in words and deeds, fearless.

Across the darkness, he glanced at the injured Wen Hanwei.

Wen Hanwei is also looking at him.

The blood was mottled and it was hard to hide the delicate face. A smile suddenly appeared: "My sword has not been completely dropped, how do you know that I can't hurt you?"

Bai Lian does not retreat, does not fear, does not surrender.

He said, "Take your sword, and you may see if I can wound you before you destroy me completely."

The man was a little stunned by his brisk and confident tone. He was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed loudly: "Hahahaha—I really don't know if you are naive or stupid!"

The man's beautiful and open eyebrows suddenly changed, and the fierce lines squeezed out between the eyebrows can make Siye shake and throb.

Those surviving corpse demons lying on the ground were so overwhelmed by the sudden terrifying momentum that they vomited blood, knelt on the ground humbly and kept prostrating, offering their praise and loyalty to their masters.

Wen Hanwei's body also sank suddenly, as if a huge mountain was pouring over her head.

Bai Lian raised his head and inhaled deeply. The Corpse Demon couldn't breathe, but the air he absorbed could turn into a kind of miraculous nutrient, making the scarlet flower in his heart bloom.

The bright red manjusawa bloomed between his pale skin, and half of his pale and delicate cheeks were covered with bewitching red flowers.

Hurricane lightning, black machine of death, lingering on the silvery white sword edge.

The pale skin in front of the sword suddenly collapsed and sunken, countless air was accumulated by the hurricane, and he avoided it in all directions. Bai Lian did not use his own power in his body.

This sword is devouring feedback.

Because Feedback is a sword that does not belong to Kaiyuan Realm, so it is powerful!
The man felt something, his calm smile froze on his face, his pupils shrank violently into a sharp line.

puff!
There was a sharp and soft sound piercing the water bag.

Beads of blood splattered, and Bai Lian's face was scarlet red, the cold blood wet his face, stained the back of his hand red, and even a few drops of blood splashed into the wound on half of his mutilated body.

Those few drops of blood were cold, but touching his bleeding wound was like burning.

He tried his best to let himself get used to the pain, frowned slightly, and watched the man in front of him loose his sword, his hands grasping in the air weakly.

Like shock, like anxiety, like fear.

There is also a hoarse syllable in the mouth.

Because at this moment, Bai Lian's small sword had pierced his throat from the back of his neck.

The edge of the sword sank into the handle without any hesitation or wavering.

Bai Lian knew that even if he blew himself up, even if he blew himself up, he would never be able to hurt this corpse demon.

So in the beginning of the head-on confrontation, he took his sword forcefully, and he really took the sword into his body.

That is the racial talent of the corpse demon.

One of the seven king-level talents, Devour!
This talent, among the hundreds of millions of corpse demons awakened since ancient times, only Si Li among the corpse demons of the sixteen kings can possess it.

Sixteen blood corpse demons of the direct lineage, each corpse demon has a different talent awakened.

That is theirs, the only talent.

Even if the blood that devoured them was sucked dry, the talents they had acquired would definitely not be deprived.

At this moment, it appeared on Bai Lian's body.

The little sword that could suck blood, for some reason, couldn't absorb this man's blood at this moment.

Bai Li'an felt a little regretful, Xin Dao really wasn't so easy to kill.

With one hit, the sole of the boot kicked hard on the man's shoulder, and the whole man rose into the air, wanting to distance himself and look for another attack.

"Heh...heh..." The man changed from his flustered look of scratching his hands.

He shot suddenly!
With five fingers grabbing Bai Lian's soaring ankle, his eyes were abnormally deep and scarlet.

The eyeballs trembled violently because of the interest that was about to collapse from excitement, and it reflected Bai Lian's face covered with strange red patterns.

"What is this! What is this! Look what I found!!!"

The power in the palm of your hand is undeniable!

It seemed to be welded tightly by the soldering iron, and there was no possibility of breaking free.

Bai Lian looked at the man who suddenly became mad and out of control. His slender eyebrows were calm and depressed, and he turned sharply in mid-air, regardless of the shattered calf bones and twisted muscles.

The right leg was accumulating strength, the toe was covered with black wind and thunder, and the white boots could not even withstand the force of the foot, and it directly turned into white fragments, which were twisted by the turbulent wind.

A leg hit the man's handsome face directly.

The man let out a muffled grunt, let go of his palms, and took two steps back staggeringly, before sitting back on the throne in some embarrassment.

He covered his mouth and nose, blood spilled from his fingers, and looked at Bai Lian who was flying backwards and flew out unacceptably, so shocked that he couldn't say a word.

Bai Lian landed next to Wen Hanwei, and as soon as Fang stood up, there was a heart-piercing pain in his left leg!
The face reflected by the blood was even paler, like a dead person.

Bai Lian's body shook violently, and he was about to fall down.

Wen Hanwei was seriously injured, but she still got up quickly, her arms were so heavy that it was difficult to lift them up, unable to support him, she could only use her soft body to support his body.

The two leaned on each other, and their clothes were covered in blood.

But so far in the battle, no one has fallen in the face of this powerful ancient monster.

The man sat on the ancient throne, the blood gushing from his neck wet the robe and the black throne, and dense scarlet lines appeared on his pale skin.

He stroked his neck gracefully with his pale sharp fingers, and the sword marks healed quickly, and the blood stopped.

Apart from the fact that the blood on his face was paler than before, he couldn't even see the slightest bit of depression.

When the bright red lines bloomed with an evil light, the man's face became a bit more wildly charming.

The fangs were looming under the scarlet lips. It was the first time in a thousand years that he was injured and bloody. He should have been extremely angry.

But at this moment, the joy in his heart made him feel a little surprised.

The shocking emotion quickly disappeared in the depths of the scarlet pupils, hiding it extremely thoughtfully.

He gracefully raised one leg, crossed his arms, looked at Bai Lian with a half-smile, touched his smooth and unscathed neck with his fingers, and the corner of his mouth was raised in a very playful way: "What a man of his word, You really hurt me."

He spread his palms and showed the running lines of the corpse beads in his body in front of Bai Lian and Wen Hanwei without hesitation.

The man smiled and said: "However, the facts are in front of you. You have exchanged me for an injury at the price of a crippled body, but you have not been able to turn the tide of the battle. This is the suppression of absolute strength. There is no possibility of taking advantage of it. If you continue If you insist on fighting with me, I won't be able to resist tearing the rest of your body to pieces."

Bai Lian's brows were lowered and frowned because of the strong erosion pain of his body, and there was a squirming sound of surging regeneration from his mutilated body.

man:"!!!"

He was shocked again. For thousands of years, all the emotional expressions added up are not as colorful as they are today.

Wen Hanwei suddenly felt that the cold body leaning on her suddenly became hot.

On the right half of the mutilated body, the huge blood hole is constantly being reorganized with blood-colored threads, the broken bones are extending, and the internal organs are also completely repaired under the blood-colored threads at an astonishing speed.

If it was said that the man's fatal wound with a sword was healed in an instant, Wen Hanwei was shocked.

The repair ability displayed by Bai Lian's body at this moment can be called an absolutely impossible miracle.

(End of this chapter)