long night walk

Chapter 704 The sword in the palm and different body temperature

The wind in the middle of the night was quite piercing, peachy flowers and leaves fell all over the forest, Sikong looked at the familiar pair of red pupils in the dark night, and a real smile slowly appeared in his eyes.

He was not in a hurry to kill Yunrong anymore, anyway, he had already sent his own blood killing energy into Yunrong's heart, no one could pull out that bloody ice blade except him.

As long as the ice blade is completely melted and her soul is gone, even if the goddess Ehuang comes here in person, she will not be able to save her, let alone allow her to have a chance of reincarnation.

Sikong's goal has been achieved, he stopped looking at Yunrong, his eyes fell on Bai Li'an, and he said with a smile: "I don't see you every day, Achen, you really are a lot more presumptuous."

Bai Lian turned a blind eye to his abnormally hot and sickly gaze, and his ears seemed to be filled with hot magma, full of boiling and chaotic sounds, and he couldn't hear a word of what Sikong said.

His bright red pupils reflected the blood blade in front of Yun Rong's heart, as well as her pale cheeks stained with blood. For some reason, all the bones in his body were boiled for a while, causing severe pain in his muscles and bones, and he was in a state of dementia. , Unexpectedly angry for no reason.

He stabilized Yunrong's body, half hugged her and sat down slowly.

Yunrong's consciousness was pulled back to reality, and there was a pain in her heart that was almost collapsed. Her teeth began to tremble from the pain, and she trembled all over. The pain was beyond the reach of ordinary people. She frowned, as if it was unbearable .

Looking down, I saw a pale hand reaching out, holding the ice blade tightly, as if trying to pull it out.

Yun Rong took a breath with difficulty, and didn't think about why the body of the corpse was so hot for a while, but just thought that he didn't want to involve this simple little corpse in this murderous intention for no reason, and pushed him feebly , said: "This person's cultivation base is far superior to mine. This is a military killing technique he planted with blood. You can't pull it out, so don't waste your efforts..."

"Crack!" A crisp sound like a shattered mirror sounded from the blood blade held under his palm.

Yun Rong suddenly fell silent, only to feel the cracking pain and the breath of death that were pressing heavily on his heart suddenly disappeared, and the stagnant heartbeat also returned to life little by little.

The smile on Sikong's face froze, and his eyes became unfathomable.

Bai Lian turned sideways, changed his posture, lowered his head to hold the wound in her heart, and sucked the life-devouring blood energy remaining in her heart into her body.

Yun Rong's body trembled, and her soft lips were suddenly pressed against the painful wound. The scalding temperature, sharp and cold fangs lightly brushed across the skin wound, itching and crisp, and the sudden ambiguous breath made it difficult for her to adapt , She frowned and pursed her lips, raising her hand to push him away.

However, she found that her fingertips were so weak that she had nowhere to use her strength. She could only rub a strand of hair on his forehead. As he sucked the blood forcefully, her fingertips suddenly curled up tightly around his hair. Slowly, she blushed. Blushing his face, as if drinking alcohol, he bit his trembling voice and said, "It's ok..."

When did that shy and polite little corpse become so presumptuous and bold.

Sikong's eyes shrank sharply, and he was very puzzled why a junior who had only been awake for a year had such power to directly crush the ice blade that had condensed his blood.

Do not! ! !
It's not just that weird! ! !
He once betrayed the Dark Continent, and caused all his fifteen younger brothers to return to Chaos, so that the lineage of corpse demons withered to this point.

Since then, for ten thousand years, my father has not created a new descendant of the royal family.

What's more, his father's Holy Pool Blood Palace was sealed by Zhu Zhan himself. If he wanted to create a new blood descendant, without the assistance of the Holy Pool Blood Palace, this meant that he would need his most precious blood to create blood. descent.

His father is cold-hearted. In his eyes, everything in the world is just a group of orphaned rotting rats. Even they, the descendants of the royal family, are just things to pass the time to him.

Sikong couldn't imagine that his father would consume himself to help others to be reborn in such a dangerous situation where he was being checked and balanced by the fairy world everywhere.

The only thing that can decipher blood energy is blood energy.

With such a huge gap in realm, if he can crush his blood with one blow, there is only one possibility.

The purity of his blood energy far exceeds him!

How much effort did my father spend on him?
Thinking of this, Sikong's doubts deepened, but he couldn't allow him to think deeply about this question. Even if it was his own younger brother, he would never allow him to be so presumptuous and save this woman in front of him!

The arc of Sikong's eyes pressed out a trace of coldness, he used his palm instead of a sword, and slashed out in the air, a streak of unparalleled blood slashed towards Yunrong's head.

The sharp palm wind seems to have the terrifying power to split the world.

Bai Lian raised his head, the color of his blood-stained lips was like vermilion ink, layers upon layers of smudged into a cold color, the red vertical mark on the center of his eyebrows was so thick that it could hardly be melted away, and dense strands of invisible sword intent burst out come out.

Human emotions disappeared in his blood-colored pupils, like a god overlooking the world of mortals.

Facing Sikong's killing blow, Bai Li'an held Yunrong unchanged, and slowly raised his right hand with the palm facing upwards, as if he was holding up ten thousand hectares of sea water, an endless sea of ​​forest leaves and flowers, in this Under the weight of the stock, it floated up, and the petals danced against the sky.

When the seemingly gentle palm met Sikong's blood-slashing edge, the quiet space suddenly exploded like spring thunder.

Sikong's eyelids twitched violently, and then he saw that the blood in his palm was broken, it's just that the blow didn't work at all...

The next moment, a look of pain appeared on his handsome pale face.

He felt as if there was an invisible long sword falling from Bailian's palm, like the sharpest thing in the six worlds, breaking through his flesh and bones, and it continued to castrate. After penetrating his palm, it brought With an unrivaled speed, he stabbed towards the old sword wound on his chest.

The sword wound on his chest was caused by the divine sword of Immortal Zun Zhu Zhan.

But the power of the sword right now is not at all weaker than the sword that sealed him in the chaotic valley!

Sikong felt an unprecedented danger, his whole body shook violently, his body rose from the ground like a bird, and flew away a hundred meters away before his feet landed on a branch.

With a gloomy expression, he looked at the golden light sword mark shining in Bailian's palm, and his soul was so shocked that he lost control and said, "Sword of the Heavens!"

It was actually the sword of the gods enshrined in the Three Thousand Swords Tomb of the East Heaven Hall!
The Godly Sword of the Heavens specializes in slaying demons, and it is also the nemesis of the corpse demon clan. Even the royal clan of corpse demons can hardly face this sword squarely.

He is a young descendant of corpse demon blood, and he actually controls such a demon-slaying sword in his hand.

There was a turbulent wave in Sikong's heart, and before he could recover, Bailian's sleeve robe on the other end was dancing, and his palm closed, making a complicated sword formula, and a golden lightsaber gathered under his palm. The spirit condensed, and he was about to make a terrible second sword.

A sense of great fear of imminent disaster enveloped Sikong quickly, and the corpse demon's innate keen intuition made him aware of the terrifying sword force that would destroy the world. Sikong's complexion changed drastically, and his eyes looked deeply Bai Lian glanced at him, but he didn't dare to linger any longer. Although his figure dispersed in the mist, his breath disappeared.

The sword in Bai Li'an's hand lost its target, and naturally dissipated away, hiding in the palm of the sword.

Yun Rong was stunned for a long time, and turned to look at Bai Li'an with his eyes almost glowing, his expression was excited: "I heard correctly just now, that old corpse was talking about the Sword of the Heavens! You actually have a sword hidden in your hand!" The sword seal of the Heavenly Sword? That is the sword offered by the Eastern Heaven Temple, I have been ascended to immortality for so long and I have never seen such a legendary sword, little corpse demon, show me your right hand!"

Any anecdotes and secrets related to swords, it is difficult for Yunrong to suppress his heart.

The weak and soft hand didn't know where the strength came from, but it took the initiative to grab Bai Lian's palm, and gently traced the sword mark on his palm with her fingertips. I have never seen the sword pattern in my life. Is this the legendary sword of the heavens? Little Corpse Demon, can you..."

Just when Yun Rong was excited, he suddenly stopped speaking, and his complexion suddenly turned cold.

She was hugged tightly from behind by Bai Lian, in an extremely affectionate and ambiguous posture, with one arm tightly wrapped around her waist with a hot temperature, which was extremely presumptuous.

Yun Rong thinks that although she is obsessed with swords, she is still a principled swordsman. Even if she wants to observe the Heavenly Swords again, she will not be reduced to the step of betraying her appearance.

"Little Corpse Demon, although you saved me just now, Meng Lang's move was too presumptuous!" Yun Rong's tone was rare and severe, and he pushed his right hand away, struggling to get up.

How dare a kitten with no hair grow to think about such stupid things in front of her?

She was breathing fast, her face was reddish, and she was even more annoyed in her heart. She held up the sword formula with her backhand and was about to use her spiritual consciousness to summon the Xuexue Sword, so that the little corpse demon would have a good time.

Unexpectedly, before his fingers had time to pinch the sword formula, Bai Lian turned Yun Rong's body over gently and domineeringly, with his back pressed against a rough tree branch, and he pressed her tightly under him, bowing her head , and bit the scarred finger.

Yun Rong, who has always cherished her hands like her life, was treated so rudely, her scalp went numb, and before she could sternly reprimand, Bai Lian, who was holding her finger in his mouth, called out terribly:
"...Arong."

It's just such an ambiguous sentence, matched with his naturally gentle and good voice, it suddenly dispersed like smoke, and fell straight into people's ears, it was actually a heart-rending itch.

Since Yunrong was born, she has never been called like this, not even by her parents who died of old age.

But when Bai Lian called her softly, there was an indescribable natural intimacy and naturalness, as if she should be called by him like this.

The fingertips suddenly hurt, Yun Rong frowned in pain, watching the blood overflowing from the fingertips being licked clean by him, his abnormally bright red pupils were on fire, and the breath he exhaled was hot and dangerous.

There seems to be a blazing fire of desire, burning blazingly in this body.

At this time, Ah Rao's icy voice came from above the two of them: "There is blood in his abdomen, he must have been injured by the succubus in the forest. He has been planted with succubi and has lost his mind. If you don't want to be taken over by him Innocent and cheap, let’s knock him out quickly.”

Poison? !
Yun Rong's heart trembled, no wonder this boy was so different from his usual appearance, he was actually poisoned by such filthy things.

She hurriedly pulled out her fingers, fearing that the smell of blood would stimulate Bai Lian's animal desire, she pressed her palm against his chin to prevent him from lowering his head to bite and kiss her, swayed his face from side to side to avoid his heavy kiss, and shouted Summon: "Wash the snow!"

The Xuexue sword lying on the side came out of his body blatantly!With a sharp killing intent, the momentum rose vigorously.

At this moment, Mochizuki, who sensed the 'danger' of his master, raised his head and howled, and jumped down. With unparalleled strength, his gray and thin paws held down the majestic Xixue sword.

Under the wolf's paw, Xixue Sword let out a mournful cry, and lay down on the ground.

Yunrong's eyes were desperate, and both wrists were held high above the top by the young boy who was pressing on his body. He really looked like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. His belt was torn off by his arbitrarily action, and the black robe sacrificial clothes on his body suddenly came loose, revealing the white clothes underneath. Obscene clothes.

Yunrong never thought that she would be so coerced by someone with the majestic Four Swords of the Celestial Seal. In embarrassment, she knelt down and pressed Bai Lian's belly forcefully, trying to push him up forcibly .

But this angle of bending is really subtle, the position is three points lower, and it is on the wrong ground. This move completely made Bai Lian lose control, and he made a dangerous dull voice from his throat, like a hungry wolf biting a baby. Like a white rabbit, she bit Yun Rong's slender and fair neck with one bite, and the blood snaked down from her snow-white skin, stained with a strong sense of guilt.

He bit her, and kept sucking her vaguely: "Arong...Arong...Arong..."

But no matter how pitifully he whispered, he couldn't get any response from Yunrong.

He began to worry, the vertical marks between his brows became more and more sharp, and the biting movement seemed to be gnawing, but he obediently put away his fangs, and showed her delicate neck and slender fragrant shoulders. Leaving traces of bright red.

For a moment, under the force of Bai Lian's bite and bite, Yunrong actually had the illusion that he was about to be torn apart and eaten into his stomach.

The intensity of the nibbling would not cause her pain, but it was an unbearable torture. Yunrong lost his mind for a moment and hummed.

The weak humming sound was frighteningly soft, on the contrary, it surprised Yun Rong himself.

She suddenly came back to her senses, this little corpse was not biting her, it was clearly a foreplay before getting down to business.

She was bitten by him for a moment, her fragrant shoulders were half exposed, her robe was messy, and he untied the headband in her hair at some point, and it was entangled between his fingers, interspersed with her blue soft long hair. send.

Yun Rong was so angry that she wished she could kill this dishonest little corpse with one bite!

However, he started to become more and more ridiculous, completely lost the obedience he used to have, and gradually lost control of his breath, and the hand around her waist could be called unscrupulous.

Although the blood Qi left by Si Kong in Yunrong's body has been pulled out, it still messed up the spiritual breath in her body. At this moment, the bones are all loose, so there is no strength left to push him away.

Yun Rong's mood is complicated, although she has other methods to protect herself, but that method is too domineering and unsolvable, once she uses it, it will definitely hurt him very seriously.

Facing the little corpse demon, she would not repay her kindness with revenge, and choose to hurt her life at this time.

What's more, Yunrong has no special hobbies, and she doesn't want to use the sky as a quilt and a tree as a bed, and she is still being forced to Cheng Huan under the nose of His Majesty the Demon Lord.

But the reality can't allow Yunrong to struggle in his heart. Seeing that the last white single clothes on his body were about to be torn off by him, Yunrong grabbed the clothes on his body desperately, resisted stubbornly, and made the last useless struggle.

(End of this chapter)