Chapter 540 The Curse of Ambush
Bailian felt a little ridiculous: "Didn't you come to kill me today?"
After saying this, Ning Feiyan looked at him strangely. He stared for a long time.
After confirming that there was no ambiguity in what he just said, it was just a simple literal meaning, the cold murderous intent in her eyes faded a little.
Ning Feiyan looked slightly confused and said: "Do you know who I am?"
Balian was stunned. At the moment of life and death, he didn't expect her to ask such a question.
Not knowing the true meaning, his attitude was still polite: "Your Excellency is the seventh elder of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, and is also the master of the four rivers in the demon world. We are separated by the Bronze Gate, but I didn't expect that the girl has the ability to reach the sky. Fortunately, Mo Yu was not seriously injured, and he was able to survive a desperate situation, which is admirable."
Speaking of this, Bai Lian paused and seemed to be speaking. Thinking of something, she asked, "I wonder if Hongzhuang knows the news that you are okay?"
Ning Feiyan frowned and saw that he really didn't remember what happened in those days. What's even weirder is, She didn't deliberately repair the mess in the house when she left. Su Jing was really good at it, and she didn't know how she deceived him.
A smile appeared on her lips.
That's fine too.
It saves some unnecessary trouble.
“Young Master’s question...” Ning Feiyan’s eyes seemed to be filled with smoke: “Are you worried about her?”
Bailian saw a smile on her lips and a smile on her face from time to time. There was a lingering coolness inside, and it seemed a bit cold in the night rain.
He only thought that most people in the demon clan were cold-blooded and ruthless, but that day inside the bronze door, the killer Hongzhuang was undoubtedly sincere to her.
But now, when Ning Feiyan talks about Hongzhuang, there is only careless frivolity in her words and eyes.
Comparing the two, Balian found the unsmiling and indifferent killer more endearing.
Bailian lowered his head to brush off the rainwater on the sword, and without saying any more nonsense, he suddenly turned the edge of the sword over. 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 blade of the sword shone with a faint light, and the light broke through the heavy wind and rain. The straight line between Bailian and Ning Feiyan, a hundred meters apart, seemed to be unbearable and the ground overturned when Tiance Junshan waved. The incoming wind was so strong that several long and narrow cracks appeared in the ground.
Ning Feiyan’s expression remained unchanged, and she was not surprised at all by Bai Lian’s initiative.
She gently raised her right arm and easily withstood the strong wind caused by the sword.
The raindrops around the two people suddenly burst and exploded, and Dai Zi's clothes danced in the wind.
She grabbed the buckle with all her strength, and the invisible and heavy wind actually made a terrifying explosion sound under her palm.
The wet soil on the ground rose up with the shaking of the rocks. The tall and green ancient trees were broken and the thick tree stumps were blown into endless pieces.
The strong wind calmed down, and the skirts and shirts drooped.
Ning Feiyan looked at the empty front without blinking. The boy had lost track of him.
It turns out that the sword strike just now was just a cover.
The forest leaves were falling. Ning Feiyan smiled and raised her hand to pick one. The thin and sharp green leaves gently turned between her fingers. With a flick of her fingers, the green leaves fell from her fingertips. Disappear, not seen at night.
She walked leisurely in the direction where the leaf disappeared.
Not long after, Ning Feiyan appeared in a canyon. She looked thoughtfully at the bloody leaf deeply cut into the rock on the mountain wall. She was silent for a moment, and then sighed softly.
This boy seemed to be much harder to catch than she thought.
However, since she appeared here, she would not miscalculate and return empty-handed.
The weather on a rainy night is the weather that can best wash away the breath, and Balian is not a human being. He does not need to breathe. It is more difficult for a corpse demon without body temperature to leave traces at night.
At this moment, his breath has indeed disappeared perfectly between the world.
Ning Feiyan calmly watched the rain wash away the blood drops on the leaves, a faint smile appeared 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.
......
Bailian did not fly with his sword. He sprinted through the forest and climbed over a mountain.
Even though the extremely heavy Tiance Junshan in his hand had a significant impact on his speed, he did not put the sword into the jade.
If he hadn't reacted very quickly to block it with his sword, that silent light leaf might have penetrated his heart.
On the thin line between life and death, it was Tiance Junshan who counteracted the terrifying power contained in that leaf.
But despite this, he could only barely let that leaf's offensive deviate from the track, and finally tore a bloody hole on his shoulder.
The wound was not big, but he had no extra time to bandage it. During the fierce sprint, the blood from the wound continued to seep out.
After a while, half of his body looked like he had just been fished out of a pool of blood.
He did not look back the whole time. In a very short time, he was far away from the forest just now, and he could not sense any danger.
Likewise, he couldn't sense even half of Ning Feiyan's scent.
But the more this happened, the clearer he became in his heart that only invisible crises were the most deadly.
The dark clouds in the sky accumulated into the ink, the light rain turned to heavy rain, and the raindrops beat on the body, with a biting cold!
He could not sense the presence of Ning Feiyan, but the storm was extremely strange, as if it had become part of her sight.
Bailian did not run away aimlessly. During the process of wielding the sword, he roughly remembered the human terrain he saw in his mind.
He walked through forests and hills, and the rain never stopped. Finally, Balian came to the depths of a hidden valley, surrounded by mountains and cliffs on three sides. If he wanted to continue moving forward, he had to fly with a sword.
This valley was deathly silent, and no birds, animals or insects could be heard. Before entering the valley, Balian was filled with wind, rain and coldness.
But when he stepped into this valley, the wind and rain suddenly stopped, chaotic clouds flew across the sky, and a waning moon with a hint of crimson hung coldly in the sky.
The valley is empty, with almost no green plants. Large tracts of dead vines and old trees cover the black sand wasteland.
The grass and trees are all withered, with a few dead leaves vaguely stained with water, and there is a faint musty smell in the damp.
Balian stopped in this valley. He had no intention of wielding the sword. He came to a small stream, picked up the water and simply treated the blood on his body.
While bandaging and tying knots, a smiling voice came from above the head: "Are you planning to capture him without any effort?"
Bailian paused slightly in his bandaging movements, then glanced at it. I saw the figure of a woman reflected in the water of the stream.
He said nothing, holding the Tiance Junshan Sword tightly with both hands, his sleeves bulging, and the green python sword energy followed his arms and tightly wrapped around the sword's edge. In an instant, Hua Qing The clear sword energy illuminated the night-soaked stream brightly, like a beam of skylight crossing 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 became violently turbulent, and the dead leaves among the black soil were swept up by the invisible storm.
The wind crazily kills the dead leaves and breaks away from the ground. It seems as if it was filled with life in an instant and turns into a huge wind butterfly.
The wind butterfly fluttered its wings, and the black earth could not withstand the terrifying force. Wherever the wind wings passed, it burned itself without fire, and the ground was scorched and withered.
The target of Baili'an's sword was not Ning Feiyan. The ancient black sword, which was as heavy as a mountain, hit the stream heavily. The gurgling water surface was divided, and the deep surface of the stream bottom was exposed. Sand and gravel everywhere.
The sword did not rest, and continued to cut deeply. The depths of the stream continued to be cut open, and the haze overflowed from the lacquered cracks, enveloping the gloomy gloom.
Quickly putting the sword into the green jade, Bailian stepped back a hundred meters away with the Seven Ember Steps.
But the wind is a disease that has no trace in the world. Bai Lian only felt a cold and sharp pain in his lower back, and the terrifying numbness soon spread from his waist. He knew very well that his waist The ribs must have been injured by the wind that Ning Feiyan's breath turned into. After retreating a hundred meters, the huge wind butterfly fluttered its wings and swooped down again. Bailian summoned the piccolo to support the scorpion, and the ghost weeping beads at the tail of the flute drew a faint aura of light in the night, like a ghost staring.
The flute was blown against the lips, and the melancholy sound of the flute sounded. It was difficult to reunite the divided river water. There seemed to be something in the gap severed by his sword. When I woke up, the crack expanded rapidly, as if it had been forcibly torn open by a pair of invisible giant hands.
The wailing sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling seeped out from the deep mouth of the earth. Even though they were far apart, the sound followed them like a shadow, as if they were attached to people's ears, whining and crying, extremely sad and shrill.
The dark demonic energy entered the wild dragon and came out of the abyss, covering and swallowing the wind butterflies on the earth.
The incorporeal black energy continued to spread across the ground, causing disaster, and finally gathered into rows of orderly shadows.
Those phantoms were wearing armor, holding battle axes, and their bodies were filled with countless sharp arrows and iron blades. They all looked like they were on the eve of their death in battle.
"This is..." Ning Feiyan narrowed her eyes involuntarily, with admiration and surprise in her eyes: "Ghost soldiers."
This valley turned out to be a battlefield with mass burials In this land, countries in the world have always been at war, and the battlefield is a place where the resentment is the strongest. This young man is proficient in the art of Liu Yao, and he is actually able to use the Yin energy of this mountain to lay out such a killing array.
Ning Feiyan looked at the flute-playing boy, her smiling eyes still showing no emotion.
“Do you think that if a demon like me, who has transcended the Tribulation Realm, is condescending to deal with a Tuocai Realm cultivator like you, I should feel that I have a sure chance of winning, just like a cat? Like a mouse?”
Isn’t that the case?
When they first met in the forest, Ning Feiyan could have kept him there forever with her strength, but she didn't.
Instead, he dealt with him very patiently, just like a bobcat teasing its prey, enjoying the process of catching its prey.
If Ning Feiyan really had such a toying attitude towards him, this would not be a bad thing for Bai Lian.
Because in the process of teasing and capturing, it also means that he also has a certain amount of time to find opportunities to escape.
Like the current geographical conditions in the valley, it is an excellent talisman for him to protect his life.
But Balian had forgotten what happened in those three days. Ning Feiyan had personally experienced how powerful and terrifying Balian was with his confused memory that night.
How could you be careless?
Today's situation was originally set up for such a terrible person.
At this time, even though Balian had exerted a mind and ability that were beyond those of practitioners in the same realm, he was able to neutralize her murderous intentions again and again, and his methods were indeed extraordinary.
But Ning Feiyan felt very clearly that the Bailian he was facing at this moment did not have the terrifying strength that night.
Therefore, no matter what kind of miracles Balian can create tonight, it will be nothing more than a child's fuss with Ning Fei.
From the beginning, she was very serious. She also used it to fight the lion against the rabbit, including whether Bilian would choose to fight in this valley, which was also part of her deduction.
Ning Feiyan was the best at observing, and she had witnessed all of Bailian's battles in the Ghost Mountain.
Not only do I know his abilities and weapons very well, but I certainly have eight points of them.
Bailian, on the other hand, never knew what kind of abilities and trump cards Ning Feiyan had.
The moonlight was dim, and the crimson color infiltrated by the waning moon was blurred and dispersed, forming a scarlet halo in the dark clouds.
Ning Feiyan stared at the ghost soldiers in the earth. The valley was shady and the ghost soldiers raised by the netherworld were extremely terrifying. The resentment was already extremely deep. In addition, they were attacked by Yin Yu and Controlled by the Devil Weeping Pearl, these ghost soldiers have undergone qualitative changes.
Every ghost soldier here has strength comparable to the peak of the Spirit Bearing.
There are thousands of resentful souls who died on the battlefield, and the black energy 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 of the Demon Realm has become the longest fearful nightmare on this continent?"
"Tonight ...I’ll tell you.”
She pulled out a strand of her hair, and the tangled black hair on her fingertips dissipated and turned red like blood.
The soft red hair was twisted as thinly as a red rope between her little fingers, forming a light bow.
She took the strand of red hair on her fingertips and swept into the endless black air.
Dai Zi's figure danced in the black shadow dance, her red hair gently brushing past her, making a strange figure, as if she was calling for something, as if she was ambushing something.
She fell into this valley like a whirlpool, and neither humans nor ghosts were spared.
The sound of the flute gradually stopped. When Ning Feiyan's figure fell into the black tide of ghost soldiers, his flute sound suffered a huge backlash, and even a great distortion came from the depths of his soul. and tingling sensation, constantly eroding his spiritual platform.
Her shadow is black, and it is a reflection that cannot be swallowed up by the ghost soldiers' black energy. It is like a reflection extending from the abyss, constantly spreading and covering the ghost soldiers.
The hair between the fingers is deep red. In this red, countless dead souls are mourning and weeping, souls are broken, and resentful spirits are wailing.
She is like a curse traveling through the black earth.
The Yin soldiers have long since died, their bodies have long since rotted, and their blood has long since dried up.
But every time the purple figure flies past, the clean and white fingertips can always tear open a cloud of scarlet.
She made these ghost creatures, who are often associated with death, feel the despair of death again.
The screams are endless, piercing the clouds and the sky, and the sounds are screaming.
The gurgling creek gradually turned deep into blood red.
Ning Feiyan walked slowly to the side of the stream bank. Under her skirt, ghost corpses were everywhere, like a ghost prison on earth, and she was like an evil flower blooming among the bones of the ghost prison.
The two separated streams have been difficult to merge for a long time, and there is still black air surging in the gap, as if a new ghost soldier is about to wake up.
Ning Feiyan glanced lightly, and the uneasy black air surging in the crack suddenly solidified.
Finally, under her gaze, like a hibernating snake, it slowly returned to the depths of its lair.
The streams merged together, the waning moon was hidden in the clouds, and the screams finally stopped.
Under the lingering panic of the moonlight, Ning Feiyan's beautiful and white face was covered with a layer of cruel and indifferent murderous intent that could not be concealed. There was a trace of scarlet blood on her cheeks, which highlighted her features. Stunning.
She is like a blood-stained sword in the black earth and darkness.
Balian's whole body was cold, and there was an inexplicable itching in the back of his throat. Sweetness surged up in his throat. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and in the blood, a blood butterfly spread its wings and flew out.
The pain deep in my throat was so severe that it was difficult to make a sound, as if my vocal cords had been cut.
I don’t know when she planted the butterfly poison in his body? !
The blood butterfly that was born from the blood flew back to Ning Feiyan's fingertips, and she smiled and said: "You know? Every time I kill someone, I am used to using my own knife."< br>
Bailian has yet to understand the meaning of her words. Behind him, red makeup appears like a ghost, black robes dance silently, a pair of eyes under the half-moon mask are cold and empty, and she holds a hand. A plain knife that shines with a faint red color.
The blade penetrated Balian's back fiercely, piercing through his entire chest.
This knife seems to have been prepared in advance specifically to deal with him.
This knife drank blood. The moment the knife entered his body, Balian felt that the blood all over his body was quickly sucked and swallowed by the knife. 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 returned to darkness.
(End of this chapter)