My Darling Sick Beauty

The blade of the sword froze with the blade for a moment, rubbing out a dazzling collision luster.

The blood on Jiang Zheliu's wrist spread along the inside, and it was pouring through the sleeve. He glanced down at the cuff, his injured hand suddenly tightened, and a cool, full aura swung from it, with no weak strength.

Wen renye was forced back by the cold wave of Lingxiao sword.

They stood in the air, not too far apart. Around the bone wing hovers the mighty magic Qi.

The wind is blowing.

Jiang Zheliu's cold snow hair was blown up, lifting the hair falling from his cheek. He stopped at the opposite side of the night, his eyes dark and deep under the snow eyelashes.

His clothes were also brought up by the wind. He was slender and white, which was in sharp contrast with the dark tone of the devil.

"The night of hearing." He looked at the two dancing dark purple fireworks and said calmly, "if you are forced to blink."

He could figure out that he couldn't help but make a joke with him.

I don't know why, when the four fields are quiet and the world is vast, and only the two of them look at each other head-on, even if there is an unpredictable choice, he feels relaxed and happy.

The little devil won't kill him, will he?

The last word hesitated. Just after Jiang Zheliu's last sentence, before the idea was over, another rarely seen red blood knife was put into his palm and fiercely cleaved face to face.

The gale was so strong that it was almost blinding and painful.

The body of Lingxiao sword trembles, and a piece of cold light condenses on the whole body. If there are real ice crystals condensing and winding up from the body of the sword, you can do several moves to kill the soul with the blood knife. Their realm accomplishments and swordsmanship are basically the same, only a few points less than their body strength and endurance.

It doesn't matter that the couple fight. The light wave breath from Lingxiao sword and Shuangdao can't be bound at all. The topography here has changed from rift valley. Now not only the surrounding mountains have been cut to flat ground, but even the deeper land has been cracked, and the surging streams have been pried out.

If this was a normal duel during Jiang Zheliu's heyday, rather than relying on external blessing, his ability of enduring war would have been a bit stronger than that of hearing people's night, but his conditions did not allow him to fight for a long time.

All the chips have been put on the table. What's the point of his action if he can't bring back Wen Ren ye?

The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword are scattered in the air, and the traces are far away. Only half a step Jinxian dares to watch. Even Chang Qian is pulled away by Gongyi yanxie and the devil general. She is only left holding the void blade, ready to take over all the post-war situations of the devil queen.

Not far away from the two men's fight, he Laogui, who was sitting on a mass of black gas, held back his breath and spread the ghost gas cage which had been broken before on the ground again. This time, he didn't want to pay attention to the night of hearing people. He just wanted to involve each other's actions.

Just beside him, the light of the Buddha lights up from afar. He turned his head and looked at the little monk beside him. He felt uncomfortable with the Holy Buddha light. He squinted and said, "what are you doing? Give Jiang Zheliu a boost? "

Mingjing adds Buddha light to master Jiang. He doesn't even look at him. He says, "Amitabha."

"Why do you always ignore me?" He seems to have a bad temper. "Buddha lotus terrace, give it back to me."

Mingjing turned her head and looked at him. She was silent for a moment and said: "absorbed."

"You..."

Just before they could make a clear break, a pair of people who were fighting in front of them suddenly burst out loud. Hearing people's night, the bone wings spread out from the mid air, and the long tail caught Jiang Zheliu's little arm. The evil spirit and spiritual power were so powerful that they collided directly into the rocks in the distance.

As they fight and move, they have completely left the original Rift Valley, and the cliffs and peaks continue to suffer.

Smell the evil spirit of the night, with a blood boiling heat, full of a sense of fury. But Jiang Zheliu is as cold as the snow of the cold mountain. Now they are fighting each other, just like boiling water into the glacier, stirring up white smoke like fog.

The rocks burst and burst all around. Jiang Zheliu retreated from mid air for more than ten miles. At last, he was put on a solid and heavy stone wall by the fierce and heavy magic pressure. His whole body was thrown into the wall by his opponent, and the gravel rolled down.

Jiang Zheliu pressed his sharp claws and held them tightly in his palm.

He cherishes his life very much.

Lingxiao sword re frame double Dao, two people's breath is only a line apart, but each other are obviously excited.

The spirit of war rose in secret.

"... it's hard to start." Jiang Zheliu licked the blood from the corner of his lip, "you really hurt me."

The little devil looked at him with unfocused eyes, and the flame trembled slowly. His body shows a desire to deal with the ultimate killing, the more powerful creatures, the more can arouse his infinite desire and anger.

Jiang Zheliu is so strong that he can't move his eyes.

It's like a wonderful attraction. Even if two people don't have any normal communication, it doesn't hinder their emotional transmission. They can clearly detect the subtle changes of each other.

Just when Wen renye wanted to satisfy his desire and bite him, the long sword holding the double knives in front of him suddenly jumped down. The chill forced people to slide up the blade. The blade of the sword passed by Wen renye's armor, marking a striking white mark on the hard bone armor.

In the twinkling of an eye, the snow-white soft ball in his arms slid out like a swimming fish, and the ripples stirred the five senses of the night.

The little devil then turned around, and the blade suddenly caught the sword and split it. But when he hit the sword, he found that this move didn't use his strength. Instead, he turned and moved down, and the blade cut off his bone and tail.

The bone tail in the shape of inverted fish's bone spurs is broken, releasing the control on Jiang Zheliu's arm. After the dazzling sword moves, the chilling cold penetrates the shoulder of Wen renye.

But he is a demon. He is very strong. Even though he penetrates the shoulder, he just suddenly touches the bone wing. He is forced out by the tight muscle texture and can't enter.

Blood gas spread.

At the moment, they just changed their positions, but Jiang Zheliu suffered some injuries when he bumped into the stone wall, and his bones were crying with pain, but this pain can be ignored for both sides.

The night of hearing people even felt intense excitement for the match.

There is no sense of propriety in this kind of fight. Both sides are fighting to the death. Only when they are ruthless and don't feel distressed can they continue the fight. If either side is lax, they will lose in an instant.

It's a lie to say that you don't love me.

Although Jiang Zheliu used to educate the demons, it was the first time that he fought with Wen renye to such an extent. He can smell the slightly fishy and sweet smell of blood at the fracture of the other side's bone tail, and can hear the sound of rapid growth and rapid healing of the muscle fibers of the other side's shoulder.

The stalemate between them lasted only a short time. For the next 300 rounds, he Zuoyue and Mingjing watched the two men fight more and more madly. Finally, they were unable to help each other.

Hearing the news of people's night, the brain was not easy to use. This state of mind was crazy. No one could resist it except Jiang Zheliu.

But his form is about to reach its peak.

He had realized for a long time that his lasting fighting power was not as good as his opponent's.

No more delays.

There was another long sound of the sword, and the Qi of the sword formula overflowed everywhere, locking the rushing demons around. Jiang Zheliu clenched Lingxiao sword in his hand again, and his whole body was going to be wet.

It's a cold sweat of pain and urgency.

There are many wounds on his body. The wounds left by the ink knife are often difficult to heal. They will crack inch by inch into the Taoist body until they see the bone.

The white clothes on Jiang Zheliu's body were dyed through by the wound and covered with mottled red.

But the night of hearing people was not so good. He was also injured all over his body. The wounds left by Lingxiao sword were also hard to deal with. Frost covered the wounds, which reduced the self-healing ability of the demons by several grades.

But the more he played, the more excited he was. His instinct was completely radiated and released to the extreme.

Just as the killing instinct was burning wildly, the Taoist seeds in his body suddenly beat, like the lights were shrouded, and the killing opportunities were instantly reduced.

The little devil angrily shook the broken bone tail. At the same time, there was another more serious anxiety in his heart. He finally smelled the smell of blood.

The sweet and gentle fragrance of tianlingti is mixed with the fishy and sweet.

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Hearing the night, he regained a trace of consciousness.

However, his recovery of these consciousness is very subtle, and it is difficult to control the whole situation, but this at least proves that these two wandering Tao species are suppressed by him.

But the fight for the body is not over yet. He can't strangle the original Tao species in his body. He can only fuse them as the master. But the fusion of the two Tao species is not even a fantasy. It's something that almost all friars never thought about.

But he had to.

This sense of clarity restored his sense of smell to the outside world.

He smelled the smell of blood, and with the blood wantonly spread, hidden and familiar aroma.

When he heard that, his mind was shocked suddenly, but he didn't respond to it for a moment. When he realized it, the smell had become more and more strong, strong enough to make him lose his mind.

The blood of the celestial body.

At this moment, more intense blood covered the aroma. He felt no pain at night, but he knew it was his own blood.

His out of control reason suddenly frozen, he even felt that as long as the willow is no longer injured, how much blood he shed is a small problem.

But it's just an unrealistic fantasy.

Jiang Zheliu was drawn back by the air of the sword, and the blade made traces of frost on the ground. His whole body was stained with blood, his white hair was stained with bright red, he pressed his sword on the ground with one hand, and his heart coughed with vibration.

The chest is full of blood from internal injuries.

He coughed and vomited. He didn't know how long the spiritual power provided by the boundary membrane fragments could last, but he knew that the little devil's endurance was almost exhausted.

Jiang Zheliu raised her eyes. Her eyes were cast against the light. Her eyebrows, stung by blood, frowned lightly.

He looked at his opponent's blade.

Fifty steps laugh at a hundred steps, and that's what happens to each other.

At its peak, jiangzheliu was once invincible, just like the current six realms, sweeping the invincible Lord.

Jiang Zheliu took back his sight. The blood stuck in his throat surged up and vomited out. He wiped the corners of his lips. He was in a peaceful state all the time. He even joked and said, "if I have such a relationship with you now, it's really heaven's duty to kill the people."

The disaster hesitated, as if he really wanted to understand this sentence with his heart, but his brain with only fighting instinct was obviously illiterate, unable to reach normal communication with him for a moment.

At this moment of his pause, Jiang Zheliu, who seems to take off his strength, suddenly gets up and comes straight to the surface with the air of ice and snow and the meaning of the sword. When he heard that the sword was broken in front of him at night, when his sight was restored, Jiang Zheliu's figure was already in front of him.

Snow hair fretting, ink eyes deep.

Only half of their eyes could not breathe. Then, blood gushed from Jiang Zheliu's palm again. The blood was filled along the groove of Lingxiao sword, and the sword body suddenly vibrated. The famous sword, which was endowed with great care, made a clear sound like a dragon, shaking the sky. The clouds scattered and the sky trembled.

The nine sky echoes, and the sword roars.

The sword was so quick that it broke the bone wings which were enveloped in front of the body at night. It pierced through the bone wings and then stabbed into the chest. It was dangerous and dangerous. It was full of the blood of the demons.

At the same time, a familiar force of the spirit also suddenly took advantage of its unprepared, bumped into the heart of the night.

This soft power is too firm to refuse to break the defense of the other party's spirit, so that the spirits of the two people suddenly close together. Then, Jiang Zheliu's spirit pulls the other party's deep-seated consciousness and helps him to occupy the dominant power.

Hearing that the night seemed to be suddenly brought back to the world, he opened his eyes again.

The purple flame in his eyes has not disappeared, the pupil is still slowly forming, and his vision is not so clear.

But within his sight, the other side's blood covered body shape gradually became clear.

Jiang Zheliu's hand was on the handle of Lingxiao sword, and one foot was on the little devil's hard chest, but he was bleeding all the time.

He looked down at the night, and his long hair with blood beads on his shoulders fell down.

"Awake?" He asked.

He couldn't find his own voice at night. Even if he just lost consciousness for a short period of time, he had been there for a lifetime, as if he had been circling around again in front of the threshold of the dissipation of spirits.

This time, we changed the way to seal it up and sink into the deep

After a while, he finally regained his ability to speak and said in a hoarse voice: "wake up."

Jiang Zheliu looked down at him and slowly pulled out the blade of Lingxiao sword with one hand. He even hurt his face and was in a mess.

But he didn't care and even laughed at the little devil.

Just at the moment when Lingxiao sword was withdrawn, he lost his spiritual power blessing and fell down to Wen Ren night.

The little devil was stunned and caught the soft red ball in his arms. He raised his hand to press Jiang Zheliu's back, half hooked his waist, and sat up from the ground.

Jiang Zheliu just took off his strength. He didn't faint immediately, but he couldn't stand up.

He leaned on the shoulder of Wen renye and spoke with a bloody smell.

"It hurts."

Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes, put his forehead on the other side of his shoulder, and put his arm around his waist.

His voice was hoarse and tired.

Only then did he feel the flustered breath of the cub in his stomach.

"I can't go." Jiang Zheliu explained the facts, not half of the meaning of coquetry, "hold me."

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