Mrs. Fox is too serious!

"Be careful."

After a short cry, Jiang Xundao, who was stunned, came back to his senses. The crutch in front of her almost slapped her chest. Under the terrifying coercion, her hands seemed to be tied. She was bound, and her body was firmly held down by something, unable to move, she didn't even have the strength to raise her sword to dodge.

A fragrance came from the white clothes, and Lan Yiyou appeared in front of her. With one hand she held a sword to block Zhang Jian's crutch, and with the other hand, she pressed Jiang Xundao's chest and pushed Jiang Xundao back. two steps.

The long sword blocked Zhang Jian's blow, but the skeleton on the crutches suddenly spit out a mouthful of black mist, and the black mist condensed into an arrow, and the easy goose pierced the spirit shield on Lan Yiyou's body, directly attacking Lan Yiyou shoulders.

Hearing a muffled groan, Lan Yiyou covered her shoulders and took two steps back. Blood gushed out from between her fingers, and quickly spread and dyed the clothes on her shoulders red, soaking half of her arms.

"You'er." Jiang Xundao hurried over to support her. She saw the dazzling red blood on Lan Yiyou's shoulder covering the wound, her eyes turned red, and she clenched her fist tightly.

Lan Yiyou had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. She held back the severe pain and turned her head to look at Jiang Xundao worriedly. It was obvious that she was injured more seriously. Instead, she comforted Guan You for Jiang Xundao's injury: " I'm fine, it's just a skin injury, are you okay, is the injury serious?"

"No... I'm fine." Jiang Xundao took a deep breath and secretly switched his sword hand to his left, while drops of blood dripped from his right hand behind his back.She raised her head solemnly and looked up at the huge blood skeleton in front of her, a sense of powerlessness and unwillingness surged in her heart. This is the difference in strength. In front of him, it's just a small skill.

Jiang Xundao clenched her teeth, holding the long sword tightly, and the unwillingness in her heart surged up again.She couldn't deal with just such an enemy, and it was really useless to add new injuries to the seriously injured You'er.

A voice suddenly came from behind: "Let me help you?"

It was Jiang Xundao's sealed soul, but her voice was no longer immature, and now it was exactly the same as Jiang Xundao's voice.Jiang Xundao turned back slowly, everything in the cave seemed to be still, the smile on Zhang Jian's face, and the seriousness on You'er's face, they all seemed to maintain the same expression, as if even the air had condensed and stopped flowing.

She saw a person who was exactly like her behind her, no, it seemed a little different, she looked more confident and energetic, she walked over step by step, and slowly hugged Jiang Xundao's waist behind her , then bowed his head and pressed it against Jiang Xundao's ear, and said softly: "Look, that demon church master is actually not that powerful at all, and you are not as weak as you think, but why can't you even deal with such a small person?" .”

Jiang Xundao followed her gaze to Zhang Jian, and the proud and arrogant man had a disdainful smile on his face, looking at her like he was looking at an ant being teased by him.Jiang Xundao's eyes changed, she clenched her fist tightly, and the blood dripping from her hand seemed to be still in mid-air.

Soul smiled softly, and seemed to be very regretful: "Look at You'er again, she is seriously injured, but she still wants to save you."

Jiang Xundao turned his head to look at Lan Yiyou next to her. Lan Yiyou, who was looking at her, had a dignified and worried face, tenderness and pain that couldn't be concealed in his deep and glistening eyes, and... such a trace of self-confidence. blame disappointment.

The voice of the soul is gentle and compassionate: "How many times have you been in danger, are you willing to let You'er lay down his life to save you every time. Look at her wounds, look, don't you feel bad? You are willing to hide behind You'er Under the wings of her, let her bear it alone?"

Jiang Xundao stared blankly at Lan Yiyou's blood-stained half of her body, and saw her face so pale that it was almost transparent, she pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "I'm not reconciled."

Soul suddenly shouted: "Yes, not reconciled. We are not reconciled, so why let such a weak ant bully, we can become stronger, have you forgotten? The person who hurt Youer, he Damn it, but you can't kill him, we should work together, we should work together, kill him together and tear him to pieces."

Jiang Xundao frowned slightly, she faintly felt that something was wrong with the words of the soul: "But..."

The soul walked up to Jiang Xundao, looked into her eyes, and slowly said: "He has committed a heinous crime. He killed many innocent people just to practice his sorcery. He deserves to die, and he deserves it."

"Damn him." Jiang Xundao repeated silently.

"Come on, let's kill this person together and leave here with You'er." The soul smiled gratifiedly, and she slowly stretched out her hand to Jiang Xundao. Her hand was a little transparent, but it seemed full of happiness. Feeling the mysterious power, the feeling that symbolizes absolute power.

Jiang Xundao looked at her, at this face exactly like his own, she was so confident and strong, maybe he should be like her, as strong as her.

That hand was placed in front of him like this, as if he could get everything he wanted with a light grip, Jiang Xundao hesitated for a while and then slowly, slowly stretched out his hand.

The two hands were slowly clenched, and then the person in front of her suddenly became transparent, and her figure began to overlap with Jiang Xundao's body, as if they were the same person perfectly, yes, we are one people.

Zhang Jian calmly stood on top of the skull, condescendingly smiling at Jiang Xundao, who bowed his head in silence, and Lan Yiyou, who was beside her, with a hint of mockery and contempt in his eyes: "Among my peers, Your cultivation base can be regarded as outstanding. You practice the righteous way, not only do you have a pure heart and few desires, but you also need to abide by discipline and restraint. There is a more convenient practice but you abandon it. It is simply stupid. I think the two of you have good aptitude, it is better to abandon that If you practice the righteous way, how about worshiping me as your teacher?"

Lan Yiyou sneered: "Slaughtering creatures to practice magic like you do?"

Zhang Jian said disdainfully: "In this world, the law of the jungle is the law of survival. You self-proclaimed decent people are just a bunch of hypocrites. You think you are noble but do some dirty things in private. The real villains and hypocrites are just the same. We kill people, you kill demons, what’s the difference?”

The wound on her shoulder was no longer bleeding, Lan Yiyou put down her hand, she clenched her fist and stood behind her back, a warm golden bead was lying on her palm, her face was cold but her heart was full of conflicts.The cultivation of this note is indeed unfathomable. If Zijue Yinli is to be rescued unscathed, she and Jiang Xundao may not be able to win together, Zhang Jian.At the end of the road, maybe she can still give it a go, and use the inner alchemy that swallowed the golden python to resist with demon power, but if she does this, she may no longer be able to hide her identity.

Holding the inner alchemy of the golden python in his hand, Lan Yiyou pursed his lips and asked with a smile: "Does the hall master want to educate the two of us?"

Zhang Jian nodded, looking at Jiang Xundao and Lan Yiyou with regret in his eyes: "I cherish my talents. It is indeed a pity to kill the two of you. If you just put your arms around and throw yourself into my door, I will let you live."

"You are dreaming."

A cold and harsh voice sounded, and Jiang Xundao, who had been standing still with his head bowed, slowly raised his head. There was a contemptuous smile on his fair and delicate face, and there was a golden light in her dark eyes.

Lan Yiyou turned her head to look at Jiang Xundao. She seemed to have noticed that Jiang Xundao's aura suddenly changed in just a short moment, as if he were a different person.

Jiang Xundao smiled, raised her right hand, and drew her bloodstained fingertips on the sword twice as if nothing had happened: "It's just a demon church master, why don't I give you a chance to kneel down obediently and bow your head as a vassal?" Then get out of the way behind me. I will think about it carefully and let you live."

"Big words." Zhang Jian's expression turned cold.

"Then... don't blame me for not giving you a chance." Jiang Xundao's smile faded away, and she stood up with a sword in her hand, and the purple light soared brightly, illuminating the dim cave. She closed her eyes and muttered the formula silently, The spirit sword in his hand came out.There was a sudden chill all around, Lan Yiyou suddenly raised her head and looked at Jiang Xundao, Jiang Xundao's pale face seemed to have returned to rosy, with an invisible aura about her body, she spoke eloquently, slightly restrained There was a hint of sternness in his eyes.

Lan Yiyou seemed to have sensed what Jiang Xundao was going to do. Her expression changed, and she was about to make a move when Jiang Xundao's voice came slowly: "Your, let me deal with him. Take it away."

The cave seemed to be a cold pool, with a layer of bo ice slowly spreading on the ground and walls. Jiang Xundao held the sword in both hands, and there was a stream of blood flowing upstream between her injured wrists, slowly climbing up the sword.

Infused with the master's blood, the purple glow on the sword became more and more intense, and the purple aura that swept over the huge cave could almost condense everything into ice, and the thin ice on the ground condensed at an extremely fast speed.

Lan Yiyou looked down at the bone-piercing ice layer under his feet, the purple light flowed under the ice layer, and the smooth ice layer was suddenly torn apart bit by bit, and every other step, a gap opened. A snowflake slowly bloomed under the ice layer, and the purple light seemed to rise and turn into a layer of blood, with a shocking beauty.

Lan Yiyou looked up at Jiang Xundao in astonishment. Jiang Xundao had never used this spell before, and even she could feel the coldness of that call.

Zhang Jian also seemed very surprised. He frowned and looked around, but the caves could be covered by a layer of ice in a few breaths. The lower layer grew out: "Hey, you are..."

Jiang Xundao's face was stern, and the cold air in the cave was emanating from her sword body. She looked at Zhang Jian in front of her, and there was a hint of a smile in her dark pupils. On her wrist, there was a bloodstain Speeding up, it kept rushing toward the tiny lines on the sword body, and then was absorbed silently.

Zhang Jian squinted his eyes. He saw the shallow bloodstain on the spirit sword in Jiang Xundao's hand. He was startled at first, then ecstatic. He raised his head and laughed twice, and then said, "Blood sacrifice? I didn't expect you Righteous disciples also understand this sorcery that makes you feel ashamed."

Jiang Xundao raised his eyes slowly, and there seemed to be a tiny bloodstain between the dark pupils, like a cracked mark, which looked very strange. She looked at Zhang Jian and smiled, "Evil people practice righteousness, and righteousness is also evil." , When a righteous person practices evil, the evil is also righteous."

Obviously Jiang Xundao was talking to Zhang Jian, but Lan Yiyou heard the barely audible voice next to his ear: "Your, see the opportunity."

Lan Yiyou stood motionless at the side, clenched the golden python inner alchemy in her hand, lowered her eyes and sighed secretly, it seemed that Jiang Xundao also had something to hide from her, just like she had something to hide from Jiang Xundao.

In just a few words, the smile on Zhang Jian's face subsided, and he slowly lowered his eyes. It seemed that a layer of frost had slowly condensed on the blood skull under his feet, and the purple ice flower on the frost had already It grows from under the ice.

"Small tricks." Zhang Jian snorted coldly, stomped his feet lightly, and a layer of blood mist quickly rolled over the blood skull, and the mist rolled down the slowly growing ice layer. He looked up at Jiang with some pride. Xun Dao: "Little girl, such a beautiful spell should be used to please your lover."