long night walk

Chapter 448
The unbearable pain between the body penetrated through the burning pain, and he couldn't help showing a touch of unbearable pain in his eyes.

The wind was cold and the snow was piercingly cold. After a while, the cold wind covered with snowflakes turned his pale face into a morbid and dying red.

The bleak moonlight that dispersed after the war slowly came out, illuminating this desolate world and desolate land.

"Master, you have lost."

She finally stomped him under her feet.

The hand holding the magic gun, the back of the white hand was covered with a little bit of orangutan liquid gushing out of his body.

Ah Rao slowly let go of her palm, tilted her head and looked at her hands in a daze for a while.

The blood flowed along the back of her hand and meandered between her wrists, soaking into a dilapidated red rope tied there.

She suddenly felt a little strange in her heart.

She actually kept this red rope on her body.

Ah Rao felt that she should laugh proudly at this moment, so she raised her lips, and the smile spread around her lips.

She was about to laugh out loud, but the corners of her lips turned cold, and tears rolled down uncontrollably without knowing when.

For a moment, she couldn't help but wanted to cover the wound on his body with her hands, and wanted to cry like before, "Master, I was wrong."

At this time, he coughed and choked on blood, his voice was hoarse and cold in frustration: "Are you satisfied?"

The turbulent impulse in her heart stopped, she slowly lowered her trembling hands, leaned over and untied the half piece of sapphire wrapped around the hilt of the sword.

When she raised her head again, the tears on Ah Rao's face were blown away by the wind, she smiled lightly and said: "Master, don't worry, I will not let you die so easily, I will let you see with your own eyes how these sentient beings kneel on my knees. At our feet, the story between you and me cannot end simply with life and death."

His voice was hoarse, no longer warm and clear, like a dying jackdaw at dusk: "My life and death are not up to you."

Ah Rao laughed, she even had his temperament, so she was able to firmly grasp his lifeline, and her eyes were full of ruthlessness: "Master, don't worry, I didn't kill everyone, Su Jing, Yin Baishuang, Yun Rong Even including Zhongyou Dynasty and so on, I didn't move, just to play a game with you."

She caressed his face with the palm of her hand, and a small silver sword slipped out from the cuff of the other sleeve, and the edge of the sword pierced fiercely into his abdomen. He couldn't help but let out a painful low hum.

His qi sea spirit mansion was infused with eerie magic, and his spiritual power nodes were stained mottled and pitch black.

The aura of this small silver sword is extremely evil, as if it has absorbed the endless magic power of the Great Chaos Land of the Demon World.

Even the Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan couldn't resist the erosion of this sword's black demon turbidity.

Ah Rao drew out the small sword with her backhand, and the blood gushing out was mixed with the purest divine brilliance in the world, like a poignant and bloody beautiful scene.

Thousands of years of despair, betrayal of loneliness, how can life and death simply quell this hatred.

In the end, she personally drove her banished immortal master high above the clouds into the dust and blood.

She has long been lost, and she has long since lost herself in the past, so how can he continue to sit cleanly as his co-lord?

That being the case, let's sink into this hell oven together and struggle forever.

She would teach him that death, too, would be a luxury of redemption.

The world is lost, and the fairy land is lost.

The magnificent six worlds seem to have returned to the era when demons danced together at the beginning of the prehistoric era.

Demons and demons eat herdsmen, and the common people suffer from disaster.

However, the blood of the human race has not been cut off, and this war is not a unilateral overwhelming victory for the demon race.

The unrelenting battle between Yitaixuan and Cangwu forces gave half of the monks and humans enough time to escape to White Camel Mountain for refuge.

After the defeat of Tianxi Sword Sect, the demon army invaded the mountain to search, only to find that half of the living beings, the monks and human beings, disappeared like the world evaporated.

Although the Tianxi Sword Sect has a vast territory, it cannot accommodate such a large number of humans.

From this point of view, it was Tianxi who had already prepared for it.

Demon Lord Aluo knew that the sword master must have used the forbidden technique to open the space of the plane, and rescued those humans.

She also knew how hard his mouth was. If he refused to speak, she would never be able to find that group of humans.

However, although she has the will to destroy the world and the common people, in the final analysis, there is only one deepest obsession in her heart.

Now that he was seriously injured and defeated, she was more willing to spend her thoughts on him than those insignificant ants, and accompany him to slowly continue this endless cruel game.

Emperor Taixuanzong and the disciples of Cangwu Palace did not retreat and sacrificed their lives, and the disciples of Tianxi naturally would not retreat to a safe place with those fleeing humans.

As the fourth sword of the Tianxie, Yun Rong, the wife of the suzerain, even though unable to hold the sword, was still on the battlefield, and kept the Tianxie with all the disciples of the mountain gate.

That night.

Stars and fields hang around, dead bodies float on the ground, the air is filled with a strong sense of blood like wine, and the remaining flames of war on the battlefield silently burn the ground and corpses.

When Ah Rao saw Yun Rong again, her eyes were full of laziness and boredom, and the killing intent in it was hard to hide.

She bullied her and did a very meaningless thing before killing her.

She tore off the snow-white gauze that bound the wound between her wrists little by little, and slowly inserted her slender and cold fingers into the wide and terrifying wound on her wrist, and pulled the spiritual thread that sutured the wound one by one. The root picks apart.

The unhealed wound added a new wound, and the fingertips mercilessly penetrated the muscles, and finally pressed against the wrist bones.

"The master has great powers, and he would not hesitate to ask for the cloud and smoke talisman from the East Heaven Temple for you, and also to heal your hand. It's a pity that he really did nothing, just to make you suffer again. "

Ah Rao chuckled lightly, but a savage color flashed across his eyes, and when he pressed down with his fingertips, he heard the heart-numbing sound of bones breaking.

The bloody hand collapsed powerlessly in the accumulated blood, cold sweat fell down Yun Rong's pale and lonely cheeks, and he gritted his teeth tightly so as not to make a sound of pain.

The strength of Ah Rao's finger was entangled with a sinister and strange force, like a small metal hammer, smashing her wrist bones, hand bones, and finger bones piece by piece.

No matter how many clouds and smoke from the Eastern Heaven Temple are searched, it will not help.

This hand, if you say it is useless, it is useless.

Yunrong didn't feel any regrets, it was just the torment of going back and forth, the pain made her feel deeply tired: "Ah Rao, you are the same, since you are all motivated to kill, why bother to waste your energy. Why, in this month's black wind Didn't it make you feel Ling Chi on the night of Gao Murder?"

Even at this level, she still does not lose the calm demeanor of the fourth sword.

Ah Rao was amused by her, and patted her cheeks with those bright red hands: "Yunrong, Yunrong, you said that if you left with those people, you wouldn't have to suffer such pain, you It’s like obstructing people’s eyes, why don’t you let it hurt a little more before you die?”

(End of this chapter)