After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

Shi Yuan stood not far in front of him, his white silver-patterned robe glowed with a cold light, and two strands of white snow's black hair neatly fell on his chest, as cold as a god's face.

Only those dark and deep eyes looked straight at Yan Lin with an indescribable meaning.

Like that familiar cold sword.

Yan Lin's expression moved slightly, his thin lips were pressed tightly together, and the pain in his chest seemed to be a little weaker.

It is obvious that he has calmed down and never thinks about all kinds of past life, whether it is hatred, resentment or unwillingness, he forgets them for a short time.

Before that, he came here without incident.

Why, the phantom of this person appears here...

Could it be that I have such a deep obsession with him?

Yan Lin looked at him without blinking, trying to see a flaw in the figure very seriously.

At the same time, there seemed to be tens of thousands of emotions gathered in the eyes, which were complicated and difficult to distinguish.

Unsurprisingly, Shi Yuan walked towards him.

Yan Lin came back to his senses, his eyes sank, and he suddenly looked away.

Feeling the other party approaching step by step, slowly but silently, until he walked in front of him, the tall figure was extremely oppressive, and the gaze from top to bottom fell on him, with thorns on his back.

Fear made Yan Lin's heart tighten, and he didn't look up, but just stared at his toes.

It's just an illusion, but it still has such oppressive power.

In front of this person, he always seems to be a coward who can't hold his head up.

The man in white stared at him quietly, in those eyes that came quickly and coldly, there was an uncontrollable dark color, strong and profound.

He slowly raised the hand by his side, trembling slightly in a small arc, and stretched it cautiously towards Yan Lin.

Yan Lin could feel it naturally, and peeked out of the corner of the eye, seeing the hand getting closer and closer to him, like a sharp knife stretched out countless times in a nightmare, about to take his life.

Yan Lin's face turned even paler.

Almost at the moment when it was about to fall on the head, he completely ignored his internal injuries and waved his hand open.

"Snapped--!"

Instinctive fear made him widen his eyes, panting slightly, his beautiful eyes stared viciously at the person above him, and there was undisguised disgust and hatred in his light brown eyes.

Only he himself knew how scared he was at the moment.

He only thought that this person might kill him again——

Even if it was just an illusion, he didn't want to die, never again—

So go away, get away from me-

Don't test his determination every time he appears.

Shi Yuan just froze in place, his face turned pale, his white hands froze in the air, there was a touch of red on the back of his hands, a figure as powerful as a god, seemed to be slightly stagnant unexpectedly, a little fragile.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and the two were deadlocked for a while.

I only heard the deep and hoarse voice, saying very softly: "You are hurt..."

Yan Lin gritted his teeth.

Is he in the illusion so hypocritical?Such a cold-blooded person actually opened his mouth to care about him.

It's ridiculous...

Have you been beaten crazy and your consciousness is confused?

The corner of his mouth raised an invisible arc inexplicably, laughing at himself, but the pain from the internal injury just now was overwhelming, and the smell of blood filled his mouth. He was cold and hurt, but he turned his head, his body stepped back, and pulled out the distance.

The heavy eyelids made him close his eyes involuntarily, and two words came out of his throat.

"Go away."

His expression was cold and stern, and his emotions, even his dislike and hatred, were so obvious.

The man in white paused.

The air suddenly became silent, the thin breeze, the swaying leaves, and the sound of the gurgling stream were all amplified infinitely, as if holding a big horn in the ear and constantly clamoring.

Yan Lin only felt that his head was getting heavier and his consciousness was in a trance.

The figure in white in front of him did not disappear.

She just stood there silently for a while, then moved closer to him.

Yan Lin frowned and decided to ignore it.

A moment later, a generous hand landed on the top of his head, warm and refreshing, and a faint agarwood lingered at the tip of his nose, reassuring and calm.

Yan Lin wanted to raise his hand to wave it away again, but he lost his strength, his eyes drooped slightly, and the picture became blurred.

However, this smell... seems to have been smelled somewhere.

There is no memory at all in my mind.

I don't know, is it because of the illusion, these murderous hands are unusually warm, his tired consciousness relaxes at this moment, the suppressed and tense emotions are relieved, and the fishy sweetness in his throat can no longer be suppressed Couldn't help but vomited out violently.

There was an extra patch of red on the white-clothed Jianxiu's shirt.

Yan Lin was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

Pulling the silver-patterned fabric with one hand, looking at the red-stained area, it's not bad, it's beautiful.

At the same time, his consciousness was plunged into darkness.

Yan Lin's head rested on Shi Yuan's waist, but his body did not slip to the ground.

Shi Yuan lowered his eyes, and his clear eyes stared at Yan Lin's sleeping face.

After a long while, he took off his outer shirt, but after taking a look at the blood stain, he still took out a brand new silver-patterned outer robe from his waist storage bag and put it on Yan Lin's body. Then, he bent down and put the He hugged.

Just as he turned around, a red sword shadow slashed down out of nowhere in front of him, and the gust of wind whizzed past, bringing up his white robe and hair, and the green grass flew across, directly creating a deep ravine on the ground , blocking their way.

Shi Yuan raised his eyes and looked over.

An Jinnian's dark red eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils turned cold, staring at Shi Yuan in front of him, and the person in his arms.

He carefully looked at every inch of the young man, even though the robe covered most of it, the red marks and bloodstains exposed in the air were extremely glaring.

An Jinnian's eyes flashed a trace of rage and chill in his previous robes and his current appearance.

"Senior Shi broke open the mirror door and took away a junior directly. I'm afraid it's not in compliance with the rules?"

An Jinnian still had a smile on his face, and his tone was considered respectful, but the body blocking the way did not move away.

Then he said with a half-smile: "Why don't seniors hand him over to me? Qing and I are on the same team, and we just separated because of some accidents. Now that he is injured, I have the responsibility to take care of him. It can be regarded as making up for it."

The sword fairy in white didn't hear anything, just glanced at the paler person in his arms with his dark and deep cold eyes, his brows froze slightly.

In an instant, several long swords condensed with sword aura appeared around Shi Yuan. The sword aura flew horizontally and fell one by one in the direction of An Jinnian. There was no scruple in the huge power.

And those cold eyes are ruthless and emotionless, without the slightest pity and enthusiasm for life.

The place where An Jinnian was standing was suddenly filled with gunpowder smoke, flying sand and gravel, making a loud noise, and the ground was smashed into deep pits of different sizes, and it was a mess. Within ten feet, as long as you don't want to die, no one dares to approach half point.

Taking advantage of the surrounding gunpowder smoke, Zhewu appeared out of thin air, Shi Yuan pulled it with two fingers side by side, and with a swipe in the air, Zhewu's sword energy overflowed, and the domineering coercion of the ancient artifact slashed towards the sky.

"bass--!"

There was only a loud crash, and Zhewu spun and was bounced back.

Above the sky, amidst the white mist and gunpowder smoke, a figure gradually appeared, wearing a blood-red robe, two long red belts on the wrists of both hands, and long black hair glowing red, entangled with the wind, his whole body The spiritual power is rampant from top to bottom, raging and insolent.

There was still a smile on that gentle and handsome face, and his blood-red eyes were like puddles of blood.

Shi Yuan's gaze sank.

"Senior wants to leave, feel free to do so, please be sure to stay."

I don't know if it was affected by this aura, or if I was blocked by a move just now, which hurt the face of the divine weapon. The Zhewu sword trembled and made ear-piercing noises. The majestic sword power poured out, and the trees shook like rustling trembling.

An Jinnian's expression remained the same.

"Um...."

Yan Lin was able to withstand such coercion, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his brows were furrowed, and he let out a very low moan of pain.

An Jinnian's expression moved slightly, and his body moved forward half a minute invisible.

Shi Yuan put him down almost immediately, wrapped his arms around him, held him in his arms, and shook his free right hand towards Zhewu. He grasped the hilt of his sword, and the arguing stopped. He looked at An Jinnian with more eyes. A trace of killing intent.