If you mess with the devil, it's over!

The soft evening breeze carries a slight coolness and passes through the endless deep forest. The red sunset is slowly disappearing into the sky. Everything is dyed with a gray color. The curtain ends at dusk!

"This is going to be bad, it's really boring." Jiang Wuyue looked at the young man in front of her who was tortured to the point of death with a bored expression, and her pupils were stained with blood red again.

Stretching out her left hand, she held the dagger that the young man had dropped on the ground in her hand. The sword still exuded a faint cold light. With a slight stroke, a fallen leaf falling from the air was easily divided into pieces. Two halves.

It is not difficult to see that this dagger is indeed a good sword. She can clearly feel that there is a strong aura of violence in this dagger.

whoosh-

He once again hooked the long sword that the young man had dropped aside into his hand with his toes. The appearance of the two swords, one long and one short, was the same, and the cold light was breathtaking.

"Tsk tsk..." Looking at the young man's sword, Jiang Wuyue looked at the man in red who almost fainted with a half-smile.

He was now in a very embarrassed state. The bright red color of his red gauze had faded away and was stained by blood, making it look extremely dark red. Blood was still seeping out from his arms until now.

The barbs on the silver gun were destroying the wound, making it extremely uneven and unable to stop the blood from gushing out like a fountain.

If Jiang Wuyue hadn't had the mentality of slowly torturing him to death so that the wound was not fatal, and the young man's foundation was far superior to ordinary people, then he would not be dying now, but would have turned into a cold corpse.

"I'm just asking you, how can you remain calm in the face of fear like this? It seems that you are not a good person now. Your hands are stained with blood, right?" Jiang Wuyue stretched out her hand to support the young man's drooping head.

There is still breathing, but this breath is extremely weak, almost just one step away from death.

"I almost forgot, you are speechless." Jiang Wuyue suddenly slapped the back of her head, threw her swords aside with a lewd smile, and pinched the young man's blood-stained chin with her right hand, her blood-red pupils flashing. , purple-black demonic energy spread out from his arms like several poisonous snakes, like poisonous snakes coming out of their holes.

"Then I will end your pain mercifully...remember..."

Whoosh - bang

Before Jiang Wuyue could finish speaking, a dazzling golden light struck from the side. With an unstoppable force, it turned into a crescent moon, cutting off the big trees where it stood, until it hit her outstretched right hand. .

"Who?" She was shocked and quickly retracted her outstretched right hand. At the same time, she quickly stepped aside and looked at the source of the attack with a solemn expression. Her blood-colored pupils were full of vigilance and fear. This attack was very strong. , had I not noticed it in advance, my right hand would have been lost.

A gust of wind passed by him, and the blood pupils reflected the dazzling golden light and disappeared in a flash.

Bang-dang - Bang-dang

Ding--

The sound of shattering fine iron rang in her ears, making Jiang Wuyue suddenly feel that something was wrong.

Looking with blood-red eyes, he saw that his black chains transformed from special demonic energy were all shattered by a powerful force.

A strong wind passed by, the dark magic chains crackled in unison, and the golden light faded a bit. Only then did she see clearly, a figure in white standing opposite her.

No, he was squatting, not standing.

The person who came was dressed in white brocade clothes, his face was as cold as frost, and his hair was as black as ink, with the ends untied and hanging loosely behind his back. The white clothes were whiter than snow, giving him a noble and elegant look.

But now the face of the woman in white is frighteningly gloomy. The golden light and black light in her pair of black eyes alternate with each other, as if day and night are changing rapidly. The anger on the cold face is about to burst out, like the fire that is about to fall under the dark clouds. Thunder and lightning.

The visitor was none other than Qi Lan, who came from Luhe at the speed of light.

"Xi'er." Qi Lan held the blood-covered young man in his arms. When he slowly stood up, a pill with a very strong spiritual energy appeared out of thin air in his hand, and was slowly put into his blood-stained body, but You can also see that there is no blood on the cherry lips.

The fingertips gently slid across the young man's pretty face, which was so pale that no trace of rosiness could be seen, and pushed away the scattered hair from his eyes.

The broken hair became very sticky, and just by touching it, a little blood stained his fingertips and even his palms.

"What did you do?" Looking at the young man in his arms who was like a candle in the wind, Qi Lan slowly turned around, his golden eyes flashing and darkening, and a wisp of black mist spread across his eyebrows in his deep pupils, like a wisp of Hot black smoke rose above his brow.

Jiang Wuyue looked at this scene, and her heart trembled violently. The eyes were so dark and terrifying that they seemed to have a suction force, pulling her soul towards the bottomless abyss, as if the god of death was staring at her. Own.

His face was cold but like a volcano about to erupt, and his pupils were like those in the abyss of a dead pool. There was only contempt mixed with a hint of anger.

"Can't fight, can't escape..." Jiang Wuyue only had this thought in her mind now. The aura of the person in front of her made it extremely difficult for her to move.

"...Yes, I am blind and don't recognize Mount Tai...I don't know..."

"what--"

puff-

Jiang Wuyue swallowed, her tongue was tangled, and she panicked and raised her hands to the man in white in front of her. But before she could finish her words, she let out a scream, and saw a golden light piercing directly through her left arm. , golden light roared past, and an arm was cut off directly.

The blood spurted out like a flood that had opened.

"Master, save me!"

boom--

As soon as she shouted these words, her body flew out like a falling meteorite, hit two thick giant trees, and finally rolled straight on a boulder, vomiting blood, and her eyes were full of blood. became dim.

"No...no...this is demon, this is demonic energy..." Jiang Wuyue crawled out of the crack in the stone with difficulty. The broken arm on her left side, The flat wound was still dripping blood. He held the spear in his right hand and half-knelt down, looking at the woman in white who was slowly walking towards him.

"Are you a demon?" Her body was trembling slightly, and she stood up staggeringly with her spear.

Above, Mr. Zhao slapped the shadow on the opposite side with his palm, and the shadow dodged. The power of the palm shook the surrounding space, and the strong wind it brought pierced the air.

The phantom old woman looked at the gray-robed old man in front of her with fear on her face. If she were at her peak, this attack would be nothing to her, but now, with a ray of remnant soul, her strength no longer exists. .

"Hmph, you're just a wisp of remnant soul, how dare you come out to harm people?" Mr. Zhao put one hand behind his back, his white hair flying in the wind. Such an imposing manner made him look extremely immortal.

"Arrogant!" Xuying shouted coldly, his voice was very hoarse, and the magic energy of the crutch in his hand was strong, and a monstrous evil energy turned into a giant ax and struck down on the head.