long night walk

Chapter 541 The Curse of Ambush

Bai Lian felt a little ridiculous: "Don't you come to kill me today?"

After saying this, Ning Feiyan stared at him strangely for a long time.

After confirming that there was no ambiguity in what he said just now, it was just a simple literal meaning, and the cold killing intent in her eyes receded a bit.

Ning Feiyan was slightly puzzled and said, "You, do you know who I am?"

Bai Lian was taken aback for a moment, at the time of life and death, he did not expect her to ask such a question.

Unaware of the true meaning, his attitude is still polite: "Your Excellency is the Seventh Elder of the Wandao Immortal League, and the Lord of the Four Rivers in the Demon Realm. I left the Bronze Gate, but I didn't expect that the girl is so talented that she won the Demon Prison. Fortunately, she was not seriously injured. It is admirable to be able to survive from a desperate situation.”

Having said that, Bai Lian paused, as if thinking of something, and asked, "I don't know if Hongzhuang knows that you are safe?"

Ning Feiyan frowned, seeing that he really didn't remember what happened in those few days, and what was even more weird was that she didn't deliberately clean up the mess in the house when she left. How to deceive him into the past.

A smile appeared on her lips.

fair enough.

It saves some unnecessary trouble.

"My lord, you asked me so well..." Ning Fei's smokey eyes seemed to be filled with smoke, "Are you worried about her?"

Bai Lian saw her smile from time to time, but there was a lingering coldness in her brows and eyes, which looked a little cold in the night rain.

He only knew that most of the demons were cold-blooded and heartless, but that day inside the Bronze Gate, the killer Hong Zhuang was undoubtedly sincere to her.

But right now, when Ning Feiyan talked about red makeup, there was only careless frivolity and negligence in his words and eyes.

Comparing the two, Bai Lian felt that the unsmiling and indifferent killer was more pleasing.

Bai Lian lowered his head and wiped the rainwater off the sword, without saying much nonsense, he suddenly turned the edge of the sword, and the spiritual power gushing out of his body could not be poured into the sword body, but could only cling to the surface of the sword body.

The edge of the sword lit up with a faint brilliance, and the light broke through the heavy wind and rain. The straight line between Bai Lian and Ning Feiyan and the ground at a distance of [-] meters seemed to be unable to bear the heavy wind that overturned when Tiance Junshan swung it. , several long and narrow cracks appeared in the ground.

Ning Feiyan's expression remained unchanged, and she was not surprised at Bai Lian's initiative.

She lightly raised her right arm, easily holding back the strong wind brought by the sword.

The rain around the two suddenly burst and exploded, and Dai Zi's dress danced vigorously in the wind.

She grasped the buckle with five fingers, and the invisible and heavy wind made a terrifying cracking sound under her palm.

The wet soil between the ground was violently shaken with the rocks, the green and vast towering old trees were broken, and the thick stumps were blown into endless pieces.

The strong wind calmed down, and the skirt and shirt drooped.

Ning Feiyan stared unblinkingly at the empty front, and the boy lost his trace.

It turned out that the sword just now was just a cover.

Lin Ye fluttered down, Ning Feiyan smiled, and raised her hand to pick a piece. The thin and sharp green leaves twirled gently between her fingers, and with a flick of her fingers, the green leaves disappeared from her fingertips and disappeared at night.

She walked towards the direction where the leaf disappeared like a leisurely stroll.

Not long after, Ning Feiyan appeared in a canyon. She looked thoughtfully at the blood-stained leaf cut deep into the rock of the mountain wall, was silent for a moment, and then sighed softly.

This boy seemed to be much harder to catch than she imagined.

However, since she appeared here, she naturally wouldn't make a mistake and return empty-handed.

A rainy night is the best weather to wash away the breath, and Bai Lian is not a human being. He doesn't need to breathe, and it is even more difficult for the corpse demon without body temperature to leave traces in the night sky.

And at this moment, his aura has indeed disappeared perfectly between the heaven and the earth.

Ning Feiyan calmly watched the rain wash away the blood drops between the leaves, a very faint smile floated on her lips, but there was no emotion in her eyes.

She seemed to find a direction at random, and her figure rose up like smoke, like a demon in the night, moving freely.

……

Bai Lian didn't fly with the sword, he sprinted through the forest and turned over a mountain.

Even though the extremely heavy Tiance Junshan in his hand had an insignificant impact on his sprinting speed, he did not put the sword in the clear water and jade.

If he hadn't reacted very quickly to block it with his sword just now, the silent light leaf might have pierced through his heart.

On the line of life and death, Tiance Junshan counteracted the terrifying power contained in that leaf.

But even so, he could barely let that leaf's attack deviate from the track, and finally tore a bloody hole on his shoulder.

The wound was not big, but he didn't have any extra time to bandage it. During the strenuous sprint, the blood in the wound continued to seep out.

Not long after, half of his body seemed to have just been fished out of a pool of blood.

He didn't look back the whole time, and in a very short time, he pulled a very long distance from the forest just now, and he didn't feel any danger.

Similarly, he couldn't perceive half of Ning Feiyan's breath.

But the more this is the case, the more he knows in his heart that only the invisible crisis is the most deadly.

The dark clouds above the sky piled up into the ink, the light rain turned to heavy rain, and the raindrops hit the body, making it bone-piercingly cold!

He couldn't sense Ning Feiyan's existence, but the wind and rain were extremely strange, as if they had become part of her vision.

Bai Lian didn't run away aimlessly. On the way to control the sword, he roughly remembered the terrain of the world he saw in his mind.

He walked through forests and hills, and the rain never stopped. In the end, Bai Lian came to the depths of a hidden valley, surrounded by mountains and cliffs on three sides. If he wanted to move forward, he had to fly with his sword.

This valley was dead silent, and no birds, beasts or insects could be heard. Before entering the valley, Baili'an was covered with wind, rain and cold.

But when he stepped into this valley, the wind and rain stopped suddenly, the sky was filled with chaotic clouds, and a waning moon with a hint of crimson hung coldly above the sky.

The valley is empty and there are basically no green plants. Large areas of dead vines and old trees cover the black sand wasteland.

The grass and trees are all withered, and a few dead leaves are faintly stained with water, and there is a faint musty smell in the damp.

Bai Lian stopped in this valley. He didn't mean to use the sword. He came to a small stream and took the water from the stream to clean up the blood stains on his body.

Just as he was bandaging and knotting, a smiling voice came from above his head: "Are you planning to get caught without a fight?"

Bai Li'an paused for a moment in bandaging, and then glanced around, and saw a woman's figure reflected in the reflection in the stream.

Without saying a word, he clenched the Tiance Junshan Sword tightly with both hands, his sleeves were bulging, and the green python sword energy tightly wrapped around the edge of the sword along his arms. The submerged stream is illuminated brightly, like a beam of skylight across the space.

Ning Feiyan's smiling face was half-bright in the sword light, like a demon.

She waved her sleeves and raised her hands, and the calm space around her suddenly violently turbulent, and the dead leaves among the black soil were swept up by the invisible storm.

Fengjuan frantically killed the dead leaves and broke off the ground, as if being infused with life in an instant, turning into a huge wind butterfly.

The wind butterfly fluttered its wings, and the black earth couldn't bear the terrifying momentum. Where the wind wings passed by, there was no fire, and the ground was scorched.

The direction of Baili'an's sword was not Ning Feiyan. The black ancient sword, as heavy as the majesty of a mountain, smashed heavily into the stream, and the gurgling water surface was broken, exposing the sand and rocks deep in the bottom of the stream.

The sword didn't stop, it continued to chop deeply, and the depths of the river continued to be deeply cut, and the haze overflowed from the dark crack, enveloping a gloomy atmosphere.

Quickly put the sword into the clear water and jade, Bai Lian stepped on the seven ember steps, and retreated a hundred meters away.

But the wind is an untraceable disease in the world, and Bai Lian only felt a cold and sharp pain in his lower back, and the horrible numbness quickly spread from his waist. He knew that the waist and ribs must be caused by the Ning Feiyan's breath turned into wind.

After retreating [-] meters, the huge wind butterfly fluttered its wings and swooped down again. Bai Lian summoned the Piccolo Fushi, and the Piccolo Devil Weeping Yin Bead drew a faint scarlet light in the night, like a ghost staring at it.

The flute was blowing against his lips, and the bleak sound of the flute sounded. It was difficult for the divided river to reunite. In the gap broken by his sword, it seemed that something was waking up. The invisible giant hand forcibly tore open.

The wailing sound of ghosts and wolves seeped out from the deep mouth of the earth. Even though the distance was far away, the sound followed like a shadow, as if attached to the side of the human ear, crying and crying, extremely shrill.

The pitch-black demonic energy entered the mad dragon and exited the abyss, enveloping and devouring the wind butterflies on the ground.

The black air without substance continued to spread across the ground, and finally gathered into rows of phantoms arranged in an orderly manner.

Those phantoms were wearing armor, holding battle axes, with countless sharp arrows and iron blades inserted between their bodies, they all looked like they were on the eve of death in battle.

"This is..." Ning Feiyan narrowed her eyes involuntarily, with expressions of appreciation and surprise: "Ghost soldiers."

This valley turned out to be a place of mass burials on battlefields. Countries in the world have always been at war, and the battlefield is the place with the most resentment. A killing battle.

Ning Feiyan looked at the young flute player, but there was still no emotion in her smiling eyes.

"Do you think that if someone like me, a monster from the Tribulation Realm condescends to deal with a Tuohai Realm cultivation like you, I should feel that I have a certain chance of winning, like a cat playing with a mouse?"

Baili Anxin said, isn't that the case?

When they first met in the forest just now, Ning Feiyan could have kept him there forever with Ning Feiyan's strength, but she didn't.

Instead, he dealt with him very patiently, like a lynx teasing its prey, enjoying the process of catching the prey.

Ruoning Feiyan really has such a teasing mentality towards him, which is not a bad thing for Bai Lian.

Because in the process of teasing and arresting, this also means that he also has a certain amount of time to find opportunities to escape.

Just like the geographical conditions in this valley right now, it is tantamount to his perfect life-protecting talisman.

But Bai Lian forgot what happened during those three days. Ning Feiyan had personally experienced how powerful and terrifying Bai Lian was when his memory was blurred that night.

How can you be careless?

Today's game was originally set up for such a terrifying him.

At this time, even though Bai Lian had displayed the mind and ability beyond those of practitioners in the same realm, he tried to defuse her murderous intentions again and again, and his methods were indeed extraordinary.

But Ning Feiyan felt very clearly that the Bai Lian he was facing at this moment did not have the terrifying strength of that night.

Therefore, no matter what kind of miracles Bai Lian can create tonight, to Ning Fei, it is nothing more than a child's play.

From the very beginning, she was very serious, and the lion fought the rabbit, including the fact that Bai Lian would choose to fight in this valley, all of which were in her deduction.

Ning Feiyan is the best at observing, and she has witnessed all the battles in Bailian in the ghost mountain.

His abilities, his weapons, not to mention very well understood, eight of them are naturally there.

But Bai Lian never knew what kind of ability and hole cards Ning Feiyan possessed.

The moonlight was faint, and the crimson meaning soaked by the waning moon was blurred and scattered, forming a layer of scarlet halo in the dark clouds.

Ning Feiyan stared at the ghostly soldiers on the ground. The valley was shady, and the ghost soldiers formed by the ghostly atmosphere were extremely terrifying. The resentment was already extremely deep, and they were controlled by Yin Yu and Devil Weeping Beads. The ghost soldiers have undergone a qualitative change.

Every ghost soldier here has strength comparable to the peak of Chengling.

There are more than tens of thousands of resentful souls who died on the battlefield, and the black air in the cracks seems to be endless and endless.

A mysterious and treacherous smile suddenly appeared on Ning Feiyan's face: "Do you know why the Six Rivers in the Demon Realm have become the most ancient and terrifying nightmare on this continent?"

"Tonight... I will tell you."

She pulled out a strand of her own hair, and the tangled blackness on her fingertips receded, turning red like blood.

The soft red hair was entwined between her little fingers like a knotted red rope, forming a light bow.

With the strand of red hair at her fingertips, she swept into the endless black air.

Dai Zi's figure danced in the black shadow dance, and the red hair gently brushed past, giving off a strange figure, as if calling for something, or ambushing something.

She fell into this deep valley like a vortex, and no human or ghost could escape.

The sound of the flute gradually stopped, and when Ning Feiyan's figure fell into the black tide of ghost soldiers, his flute sound suffered a great backlash, and there was even a great twist and tingling feeling in the depths of his soul. Corroding his altar.

Her shadow was black, and it was a reflection that even the black energy of the ghost soldiers could not swallow. Like the reflection extending from the abyss, it continued to spread and cover the ghost soldiers.

The hair between the fingers was deeply red, and in this touch of red, countless dead souls were mourning and weeping, souls were breaking, and wraiths were wailing.

She is like a curse traveling through the darkness of the black earth.

The Yin soldier has long since died, his body has long since rotted, and his blood has long since dried up.

But every time that purple figure flies past, the clean and white fingertips can always tear off a cloud of scarlet.

She made these ghosts who are always accompanied by death feel the despair of death again.

The shrill screams are endless, piercing the clouds and piercing the sky, and the sound is neighing.

The gurgling brook is gradually stained blood red.

Ning Feiyan walked slowly to the side of the stream. Under her skirt, there were ghost corpses everywhere, like a ghost prison on earth, and she was like an evil flower blooming from the bones of a ghost prison.

The two separated streams were difficult to reunite for a long time, and there was still black air surging in the gap, as if a new ghost soldier was about to wake up.

Ning Feiyan glanced lightly, and the restless black air in the crack suddenly solidified.

In the end, under her eyes, like a hibernating poisonous snake, it slowly returned to the depths of its lair.

The streams and rivers converged, the waning moon concealed the clouds, and the screams finally stopped.

Under the waning moonlight, Ning Feiyan's beautiful and fair face was covered with a layer of cruel and indifferent killing intent that could not be concealed, and there was a smear of scarlet blood on her cheek, which made her eyebrows and eyes amazing.

She is like a blood-stained sword in the darkness of the black earth.

Bai Lian's whole body was cold, and the deep part of his throat felt an inexplicable itching, and the sweetness surged up. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and a blood butterfly spread its wings out of the blood.

The deep pain in the throat was so severe that it was difficult to make a sound, as if the vocal cords had been cut.

In his body, at some point, she actually planted the poison of butterfly Gu? !

The bloody butterfly flew back to Ning Feiyan's fingertips, and she smiled and said, "You know? Every time I kill someone, I'm used to using my own knife."

Bai Lian has not yet understood the meaning of her words. Behind him, the red makeup appeared like a ghost, the black robe danced silently, and the eyes under the half-moon mask were indifferent and empty. Ze's simple knife.

The blade penetrated fiercely from Bailian's back, piercing through the entire chest.

This knife seemed to be specially prepared in advance to deal with him.

This knife drank blood, and Bai Lian only felt that the moment the knife entered his body, the blood all over his body was quickly sucked and swallowed by the knife, and even the corpse beads in his body were almost exhausted.

The figure of the woman staring at her with a smile in the dark night gradually blurred.

He returns to darkness.

(End of this chapter)