long night walk

Chapter 702
Bai Lian reacted very quickly, and stopped his feet in time to close his eyes.

In the dark night, the crimson mist diffused all over the field, and even Bai Lian's dark vision was greatly hindered.

It is almost impossible to distinguish the surrounding environment with the naked eye.

However, in Bai Li'an's field of vision, he could clearly see the suddenly broken branch at his feet falling down.

In the process of falling, it seemed to be cut by countless invisible sharp objects, and silently turned into several stumps, falling into the sky and disappearing.

Spiritual sense release.

"Zizi——"

It's like a very thin bowstring collapsing and tightening to tune.

In the cold moon, caged sand, heavy clouds and light scattered, weak moonlight and thick fog, Bai Lian 'saw' countless thin silver threads intertwined with thin and weak spider silk, which were connected into countless fine webs between branches. .

Yun Rong's face sank, and the Snow Washing Sword hovered above her head in the air, and the sword's edge exuded a clear light, reflecting the cold texture of jade on her fair face and skin.

The two stopped their steps at the same time, and suddenly the silvery-white light in front of them was like three thousand hairs, swiftly flying under a shadow, cutting off several branches like cutting tofu, and swept towards the top of the two of them.

Yun Rong's eyes were lowered, and she was about to squeeze her sword fingers, but Bai Lian crossed her arms to stop her movement, and said in a low voice: "These silk threads are all dead objects, obviously intended to consume, we don't need to waste energy to deal with them."

Yunrong couldn't see that these silver threads were all dead objects manipulated by people, but according to Bai Li'an's words, it is obviously not acceptable to stand here and let others slaughter them.

Before she could guess what Bai Lian was going to do, she saw him wave his arm, and the green jade between his thumbs shone with a mysterious light.

Several huge and heavy shadows descended from the sky with a burst of space fluctuations, and the thick branches creaked and weighed heavily.

Yun Rong couldn't help opening his eyes wide, looking at the tall mech man standing like an iron tower in front of him, he couldn't help but burst out in surprise: "This is the organ talisman of Shifang City?!"

Bai Lian took two steps back, and his consciousness split into five strands, which flowed into the spirit stone cores of the five mechas respectively.

"Om——" There was a deep sound.

The five mechas slowly opened their eyes, as if hot magma was flowing in the jewel-like eyes.

Thousands of silver threads extending from the sky like cracks and spider webs fell over.

A dull roar of metallic texture resounded in the wind, and the icy-cold steel bodies of the five mechas suddenly burst into light like red gold. people!

The five mechas stretched out their arms together, their ten fingers entwined the silver threads that rolled all over the sky, and their arms tore with all their might.

The long and slender silver threads twisted by thousands of strands were broken, just like the thin threads of flowing water frozen into silk in the cold winter months, turning into light dust like countless dust particles.

Yun Rong was extremely surprised: "This is the mecha of Shifang City? But why is it a little different from my impression?"

Her eyes were so sophisticated, her eyes were suddenly gloomy for a moment of astonishment, and her eyes fell on the sparkling spirit stone pattern on the heart of the mecha, and her pupils suddenly narrowed into a vertical line: "Puppet art?!!!"

He actually integrated the Demon Clan's skills with the mecha technique of Shifang City? !

Under the protection of the five mechas, the place where Bai Lian and Yun Rong stood was not seen in the slightest.

Bai Lian looked very calm and leisurely, folded his hands on his chest and said: "It's fair to use puppet technique against puppet technique, isn't it?"

He said that the weird sharp silver threads all over the sky are actually puppet art?

As soon as the words were finished, a particularly slender white shadow floated over among the sparse shadows.

The pale clothes whirled in the night wind. The white shadow's head was hanging crookedly, and the facial features could not be seen clearly. His long white hair hung down from the front of his face, and the ends of the extremely long hair could not be seen.

And the silver thread that rolled towards Bai Lian came from her body.

Yun Rong said: "It's a hair demon."

Demons are different from succubi, they are not protected by Beiyuan Forest, and naturally they are not cursed by Beiyuan Forest.

She was not assimilated by the curse of this forest, but she was no longer free either.

The white-haired banshee hung weightlessly above the treetops, her arms and limbs were twisted in an extremely distorted posture as if being seduced by a string.

It looks like a puppet on the stage that is manipulated by people with silk threads.

A slender silver thread stretched out from her heart. The silver thread was stretched and stretched, as if it was connected to the heart, and her heart was a little red.

As her pale arms were suddenly raised high, her hair suddenly danced wildly and violently, and more and more silver strands came rushing in like waves, and their fierce aura increased greatly!
A terrifying hidden force left deep scratches on the five mechs, the core of which could be seen deep.

But it became extremely difficult for the five mechas to hold the piece of silver wire with their palms again.

The metal palm was cut in half by the silver wire, like a hot knife cutting half of the frozen oil, and the sharpness was embedded in the palm, and the rolling molten iron slid down along the wire, piercing the branches like insect eyes.

In an instant, Fa Yao had the upper hand, but this move was also extremely exhausting of energy and life.

As a result, her heart gradually became unbearable, and blood stains scattered from her heart and white clothes little by little.

She tilted her head and moved slightly, as if she was in great pain, and slowly raised her pale face with difficulty and despair.

Wang Yi actually used the puppet technique on a living being whose consciousness has not yet died out! ! !

Yun Rong frowned, and said: "Your mecha doesn't seem to last long, shall I give her a good time?"

Hearing that, Bai Lian summoned three mechas again, which were all the mechas in stock in the clear water.

"What's the point of killing a hair monster that is being manipulated by someone? It's better to find the person behind it first, which is the key."

Although the power of controlling living puppets is infinite, it cannot control a batch of mechs at once like ordinary puppet art.

If this living puppet is destroyed, Wang Yi can naturally withdraw his energy and knead a new living puppet for his use.

In this way, it was still him and Yun Rong who were exhausted.

Bai Lian sacrificed all the mechas, and carefully sensed the aura of Wangyi hidden in the darkness, but found nothing.

Sensing Bai Lian's intentions, Yun Rong tugged at his sleeve and said, "I know his exact location, follow me."

Bai Lian was surprised.

Wang Yi's ability to conceal his aura is the best in the demon world. Although Yun Rong used the secret method to stimulate the blood of the immortal and forcibly improved his cultivation, but it is not enough to strengthen his spiritual power to such a degree, right?

The situation was urgent, and there was no room for Bai Li'an to ask more questions.

He held back his breath along with Yun Rong, and circumvented Kai Yao's offensive range.

Stepping on the branches of peach blossoms, several flashes jumped, their figures were as fast as Ye Mei, flickering faintly in the night mist.

Ten breaths later, Bai Lian found Wang Yi in a lush peach forest.

Sanhe, who is good at dealing with darkness, did not get entangled by those succubi. Not only did he escape unscathed, he even came here in advance to make preparations and set up a murderous situation.

Wang Yi's puppetry seems to be far above Burial Heart.

Or in other words, the puppets in Buxin's hands may have been obtained from Wang Yi's hands at all.

Wang Yi stood in a sea of ​​flowers and forests, with his arms outstretched and his eyes closed.

His ten slender fingers moved nimbly and lightly, and each of his half-long round nails extended out a strand of pure white air transformed by spiritual power.

As he moved his fingers together, majestic spiritual power visible to the naked eye sprayed out from his fingertips.

Suddenly, his fingers froze and stopped, and the breath at his fingertips dissipated a little. Wang Yi turned his head, revealing a very ordinary face.

One look at that face, one could tell that it was wearing a mask to cover up the aura, and it was by no means his real face.

Although his eyes were surprised, he didn't see any panic. He looked at Bai Li'an and Yun Rong with a confused expression:

"Although Wang Yi is not the best among the river masters, but in terms of covering up the secrets, looking at the whole demon world, even the demon king may not be able to find my real body, the two of you are very lucky."

As he said that, he turned his eyes lightly, looked at Yun Rong, and said with a dazed expression: "The sword heart is clear, and it really deserves its reputation. Wang Yi has been taught."

Bai Lian looked at Wang Yi's ten slender fingers without blinking.

Wang Yi, who noticed Bai Lian's quiet gaze, also looked at Bai Lian.

But Bai Lian was not simply looking at his fingers, but at his spiritual realm.

Undoubtedly, unlike ordinary practitioners and even Mo He, Wang Yi's major is the spiritual realm where the path of suffering is difficult.

Without any warning, just between Wang Yi's hands hanging down his sleeves, a powerful aura suddenly burst out from his body.

The moonlight was shining like a cloud, and the clouds were drooping. His dark pupils seemed to be replaced by the light of daylight in the eternal night, and the color of the pupils gradually became lighter and brighter.

The pupils under the eyes seemed to directly reveal his powerful soul essence.

He softly spit out the four-character magic words: "Axe! Saw! Knife! Halberd!"

Immediately afterwards, countless axes, saws, knives and halberds sank out of the sea of ​​clouds in the sky in an instant, and the sky was full of dazzling lights, burning like the soul fire from the nine heavens.

Bai Li'an stretched out his hand to hold Tiance Junshan, followed the countless sharp edges that looked like fire in the morning light, and thrust his sword towards the sky.

The majestic sword of Kunlun mountain rises up!

But when Bai Li'an's sword was powerful, the sacred and ancient Kunshan sword seemed to have pierced through the air.

A torrential rain of weapons like a gust of wind fell, like a phantom that confuses people's eyes, and did not have any confrontation with Bailian's attack.

But when the blades of those ax soldiers fell on his body, although Bai Lian didn't see any bloody wounds on his body.

But the Lingtai felt extremely painful for a moment, like a knife and ax were chiseled, and the consciousness was like a piece of spotless white tofu, which was suddenly crushed into ink slag by a big black hand.

This was the first time that Bai Lian felt such a strong mental attack, and his complexion turned pale instantly.

This made him truly realize the horror of Sanhe Wangyi.

Bai Lian didn't have the experience of fighting against mental attacks. The wounded spiritual sea made his skull feel like a knife was twisted, and his brain, which was always flexible and clever, became dull at this moment.

Before he was allowed to think of a countermeasure, a sword light from the front of the cold illuminated his eyebrows.

Yun Rong, the sword is out.

She didn't seem to have received the slightest influence, and Lingtai was like a thousand-year-old steel city, unshakable in the slightest.

She walked steadily, and Shuanglin Guhua's sword was faster than the sound, slashing towards Wangyi.

What made Wang Yi aware of the existence of this sword was not his reaction instinct, but the biting cold sharp pain from his shoulder.

He took half a step back expressionlessly, but only half a step made him draw an afterimage ten meters away in the space.

The unimaginable speed of movement still failed to dodge the sword.

A long scarlet sword edge stretched from his shoulder to his lower abdomen.

The bloody wound was extremely thin, but the cut was extremely deep. When he stood still, the extremely long wound opened and gushed out blood.

This sword almost cut off half of his body.

No matter how hard it was to maintain a smile on Wang Yi's face, his blood-stained face flickered in and out of light and shadow mottled mist.

He covered his chest with one hand, and the blood still overflowed from her fingers uncontrollably.

His face was a little ugly, as if he was watching a great accident and looked at Yunrong: "The four swords of Tianxie, it is absolutely impossible to have such a terrifying sword power, who are you!"

Before today, if someone said that a sword cultivator of human origin had only cultivated for a few hundred years, he could be severely injured with a single sword.

Wang Yi must think that this person is talking nonsense, absurd and uninhibited!

But right now, the sharp pain coming from his body is telling him...

He underestimated the enemy!

At night, the wind in the high places is a bit piercing, and there is a faint fragrance of peach blossoms in the cold wind. A full moon is about to be full in the sky, disasters are rampant in the world, and demons are dancing.

When Yun Rong folded her sleeves, she coldly shook off the blood on the blade, her black eyes were cold, like cold springs filled with autumn.

She stepped forward slowly, raised Wang Yi's chin with the tip of her sword, her eyes were cold, and she said: "The tricks make her beautiful, but it's a pity that under my sword, it's too gaudy."

No matter how beautiful you are, I will destroy your innocence with only one sword!

Bai Li'an once again saw Yun Rong holding the sword in his right hand, full of high spirits, and dared to stand up to the sky!
Standing under the moonlight, slender and elegant, with sword robes swinging, golden wings flying, and a slender figure, but it reminds people of a sword made of ice and fire.

The fireworks in the world, the world of mortals, were completely washed away from her flesh and blood.

This kind of her is really indescribably powerful and beautiful.

It was clearly an extremely strange scene, but it gave Bai Lian a familiar illusion as if he was in a dream in a world away.

Wang Yi was seriously injured, and although his expression was gloomy, he didn't see any panic.

Even if Yun Rong only needs to take three more steps and strike a sword at this moment, he can completely end his life.

The emotion in his eyes still did not reveal the despair of dying.

Yun Rong obviously did not intend to save his life.

Just as Wang Yi thought, in the billowing crimson mist, she came over with sword aura, apparently not intending to give him any chance to breathe.

Wang Yi quietly watched her slowly close her eyes, like a sinner who accepted her fate, waiting for the doomsday judgment.

But the corners of his mouth hooked up confidently amidst the vertical and horizontal sword lights.

Bai Lian felt a sense of tingling almost from his soul. He raised his head suddenly, and the spiritual sea of ​​consciousness was attacked so that his vision was dark.

He could only vaguely see the outline of Yun Rong's back, and at this moment, the sound of "Bo" sounded like a strange sound of water bursting out of a sack, resounding in Bai Li'an's ear.

Although it was extremely subtle, Bai Lian was still keenly aware of it.

He rubbed the red marks between his eyebrows fiercely, gritted his teeth and leaned over, like a seagull passing by the sea, rushed out quickly, and pushed Yunrong hard behind him.

"Pfft!!!"

At the moment when blood gushed out from Bailian's abdomen, he held the sword in his backhand, and the blunt Tian Ce Junshan Sword pierced through the head of the succubus awakened in the mist and liquid without even thinking about it.

(End of this chapter)