Chapter 283 Xiaojian’s failure
Fang Geyu allowed Baili Xianxian’s body to explode and its meridians to break.
After the blood-stained scabbard penetrated Baili Xianxian's arm, it moved without any hesitation or pause, and its speed did not slow down. It was like a straight arrow that was drawn out of the string, and it gently aimed at Youguilang's heart. Click to go.
On the top of the scabbard, there was blood flowing naturally, and traces of white airflow remained in the air around the edges.
Before it touched Yuukiro's body, the airflow attached to the front end of the scabbard formed a small vortex, pressing a small crease in the wide and loose black robe.
The sapphire from the sword hilt made a cracking sound at this moment.
Fang Geyu's eyes became colder and more ruthless, and there was a trace of cruelty that was not like her usual eyes.
At this time, no one noticed that under the gem that looked like a bottomless sea, there was a golden vertical pupil, which opened into a sharp line.
That eye seemed to come from ancient times, extremely majestic, extremely noble, and extremely indifferent.
Yougui Lang was very confident just a moment ago. Even though this sword hit him with no clue, it was just some dirty tricks that damaged the yin body.
But at this moment, through the blood, he looked at the girl's eyes, as if being stared into the abyss, and his whole body was cold.
Forgot to even think.
Under this short but long sword strike, an extremely absurd idea suddenly came to his mind.
Perhaps, the decision to die together with the dead woman in her arms was a very correct choice for her.
Maybe he really...it's time to go to hell.
Being raped by a yellow-haired girl from the Kaiyuan realm...
What kind of joke is this!
Baili Xianxian let out a painful roar. Although the sheathed sword in Fang Geyu's hand did not damage the vital parts, if it penetrated an inch closer, the explosive and destructive Qi would be directly affected. Youfu.
At this moment, a black feather fell heavily, hitting the head of the scabbard, and then clinging to it.
It seems like a jackdaw is fluttering out of the twilight, carrying a sense of desolate silence.
At this time, the ghostly aura suddenly became a little stronger.
The black feather-pressed sword as light as rice paper, the blood-stained scabbard was actually a bit more difficult, the warm blood droplets condensed into blood-colored frost beads on the cold silver-gray scabbard.
At this time, Fang Geyu’s scabbard was only an inch away from Yougui Lang’s heart.
In this inch, a clean hand suddenly appeared out of thin air and picked up the black feather stained on the end of the scabbard.
Pinching the feather between his fingers, Yu Feng struck lightly on the scabbard. The movement was lighter than Fang Geyu's sword intention, which was like dust. When the two collided, a huge roar like a bell erupted. ring.
The sword in Fang Geyu's hand was forced to retreat and pull away, and the sapphire with a crack on the sword's hilt was like ice glue, re-frozen and solidified, and no trace could be found anymore.
The golden vertical pupils under the gemstone are like extinguished flames in the darkness, igniting without anyone noticing and burning out without anyone noticing.
In front of everyone, a figure as slender as a bamboo suddenly appeared.
This is a young man wearing a bright red judge's robe, embroidered with gold thread totems of red birds, a white jade belt around his waist, and a folded black hat on his head. This was only worn by the royal family of the Zhongyou Dynasty. The judge of Hunting Clothes, Zhongyou Dynasty has always regarded red as the honor and gold as the king.
A red-eyed jackdaw was standing on the young man's shoulder with its tail and feathers hanging down, pecking at its feathers.
I'm afraid even if I search the entire Zhongyou Dynasty, I won't be able to find anyone who can dress up like this.
Prince Zhongyou, Ying Xiu.
This young man, who was known as the Ghost Sword Master, helped stabilize the weak and fallen Baili Immortal Queen, and then looked at Fang Geyu with warm and angry eyes.
However, before he could say anything, Yougui Lang sneered and broke free from the short-term restraint of the female corpse's sand. Fang Geyu undoubtedly missed the best opportunity to kill because of this delay.
The self-sealing of the sapphire, the power in the sword was disturbed and fell into a state of self-sealing. In the gap between the hilt and the scabbard, the cold and frosty sword energy overflowed, and a thick ball of ice condensed on the edge of the sword. .
Even the right hand holding the sword was inescapably covered with a layer of bluish-white frost.
The dark look in Fang Geyu's eyes disappeared, his body tilted, and he used his sword to prop himself up to barely stand still.
Her face was pale and she had not yet adjusted her breathing. However, Ghost Lang on the other side ignored Ying Xiu, the uninvited guest, and attacked her with murderous intent. After shaking away the sand on the female corpse, his figure disappeared. , invaded Fang Geyu's face, and slapped her face with a palm from the air.
The dark mist-like evil force covered his entire palm.
Fog is supposed to be an ethereal thing with no substance or weight, but when this palm falls, it gives people a feeling as heavy as a mountain, like a huge black ghost mountain rumbling down, and the wind of the palm even makes thunderbolts come out. The terrifying sound of ghost crying.
Before his palm reaches his hand, anything with weight in all directions will be rolled towards the direction of his palm with difficulty.
Even Mr. Ghost Sword, who was standing steadily, could not help but tilt his body in that direction.
He looked a little pale, as if he didn't expect that this fierce ghost had such terrifying power.
But because of Fang Geyu's extremely cruel and merciless sword blow just now, Ying Xiu was slightly dissatisfied with her character and hesitated a little, so he delayed the best opportunity to rescue her. .
Yougui Lang's ghost palm collapsed like a mountain.
A huge shadow fell in front of Fang Geyu, as if he was wrapped in death.
A sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, her eyes were cold, but what she was looking at was not Yougui Lang who was about to kill her, but Ying Xiu.
On her deathbed, she thought like this.
Obviously this little appearance is not a disgusting thing, how come the things he does are so unpleasant!
There is really no male animal in this world who is as adorable as the little corpse demon she raised.
This is what Fang Geyu was thinking about.
Faced with death, that’s all.
She is not a self-pity person, and she will not think about it at this moment, 'It would be great if I could see so-and-so for the last time at this moment. ’ Such a petty thought.
She hates saying goodbye.
I also hate the tears coming from anyone’s pretentiousness in this world.
What she wants is just...
What is it?
This answer didn’t have time to come to my mind. Things in the world are just playing tricks on people.
A moment ago, she thought that it would be okay if she disappeared. She could look for her wherever she wanted. If you have the ability, just come and shoot me to death.
The next moment, the person she didn't want to see at all appeared in front of her like a ridiculous hero in a storybook, standing in front of her with his not-so-tall and broad back. In the eyes.
Under the light sleeves of the red robe, a silver-white sword light shot out.
Facing Yougui Lang, Bailian didn't dare to be careless at all. He even used the evil little sword that he didn't often use, and fired it in the direction of Yougui Lang at a very fast speed.
But this time, there seemed to be some deviations.
(End of this chapter)