My Darling Sick Beauty - Chapter 79

The sword edge and the blade stalemate for a moment, wiping out a dazzling collision luster.

The blood on Jiang Ziliu’s wrist spreads along the inside, and it has been flowing through the sleeves. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the cuff, the injured hand tightened suddenly, and a chilling aura swept out of it, the intensity was not weak at all.

Wen Renye was forced back a few steps by the cold wave of Ling Xiaojian.

The two stood in the air, not too far apart. A mighty demonic energy swirled around the bone wings.

Strong wind.

Jiang Ziliu’s icy snow hair was blown up, and the strands of hair that fell on his side cheeks were lifted up. He stopped silently and silently opposite Wen Renye, his eyes under the snow lashes were dark and deep.

The clothes on his body were also carried up by the wind, and his body was slender and snow-white, which contrasted sharply with the dark tone of Lord Demon Lord.

“Wen Ren Ye.” He looked at the two groups of beating dark purple fireworks, and said calmly, “If you are forced to blink.”

This sentence has more sarcasm than practical significance. He could figure out that Wen Renye couldn’t help himself at the moment, but he still couldn’t help joking with him.

For some reason, the four fields are quiet, the world is vast, and when there are only the two of them facing each other, even if there is a choice with unpredictable results, he feels relaxed physically and mentally, and has no regrets in life and death.

The little devil shouldn’t kill him… right?

The last word paused hesitantly. Just as Jiang Ziliu had just finished asking the last sentence, and before the idea was over, another rare red blood knife buckled into his palm and slashed towards him violently.

The wind was so strong that it almost felt dazzling and panting.

Ling Xiaojian’s sword body trembled, and a cold light was condensed on the whole body. If there was substantial ice crystals condensing and winding up from the sword body, he made a few moves against the blood sword. The two people’s realm cultivation base, swordsmanship and swordsmanship are basically the same, only a few points of physical strength and endurance.

It doesn’t matter if these two fight, the light wave aura coming from Ling Xiaojian and the pair of knives can’t be restrained at all. The topography here has changed from a rift valley. Now not only have the surrounding peaks been cut into flat ground, but even the deeper land has been cracked. a surging stream.

If this was a normal duel in Jiang Zheliu’s heyday, rather than relying on the blessing of foreign objects, his protracted combat ability should have been stronger than Wen Renye, but his conditions did not allow him to fight for a long time. go down.

All the chips have been placed on the table, if he can’t pull Wen Renye back, what’s the point of his move?

The shadow of the sword, light and sword drifted into the sky, and the traces were far away. Only half-step Jinxian dared to watch, and even Chang Gan was pulled away by Gongyiyan and the demon generals. Only she was left holding the Void Blade, ready to take over the queen after the battle. of all conditions.

Not far from the fight between the two, He Laogui, who was sitting on a cloud of black gas, held back his breath and re-spread the prison of ghost gas that had been blown up on the ground. This time, he didn’t want to pay attention to Wen Renye. , as long as the action of the other party is involved.

Just beside him, one after another Buddha’s light lit up in the distance. He turned his head and glanced at the little monk beside him. He felt uncomfortable being stabbed by the holy Buddha light. He narrowed his eyes and said, “What are you doing? Cheering on Jiang Zheliu?”

Mingjing gave Senior Jiang a state of Buddha light, without even looking at him, he said calmly, “Amitabha.”

“Why are you always ignoring me?” He Zuxian’s temper is not so good, “The Buddha Dharma Lotus Table, give it back to me.”

Mingjing turned her head and glanced at him, silent for a moment, and said, “I absorbed it.”

“you……”

Just when the two of them hadn’t broken apart clearly, the pair in front of them, who were fighting in the dark, suddenly exploded violently. Wen Renye’s bone wings unfolded from mid-air, and his long tail hooked Jiang Zheliu’s forearm. The demonic energy and spiritual power rushed so violently that they crashed directly into the mountains and rocks in the distance.

The two moved while fighting, and had completely left the original rift location, and the cliffs and mountain peaks continued to suffer.

Wen Renye’s demonic energy carried a blood-boiling heat, full of a sense of rage. Jiang Zheliu, on the other hand, was as cold as the snow in the cold mountains. The two of them are fighting now, as if water is rolling into a glacier, causing white smoke like fog.

The rocks shattered and exploded violently all around. Jiang Zheliu retreated from the air for more than ten miles, and was finally hit by the violent and heavy magic pressure on a solid and heavy stone wall.

Jiang Zheliu held down his sharp claws and clasped his palms tightly.

He cherished his life very much.

Ling Xiaojian held the two knives again, the breath of the two was only a thin line apart, but they were obviously excited about each other.

The fighting intent ignited covertly.

“…It’s really ruthless.” Jiang Zheliu licked the blood from the corner of his lips, “You really hurt me.”

The little devil looked at him unfocused, and the flames quivered slowly. There is a desire to deal with the extreme killing on his body. The more powerful the creature, the more it can arouse his infinite desire and hostility.

Jiang Ziliu was so strong that he couldn’t move his eyes.

This is like a wonderful attraction. Even if the two people do not have any normal communication, it does not hinder the transmission of their emotions, and they can clearly detect the slightest subtle changes in each other.

Just when Wen Renye wanted to satisfy his desire and wanted to bite him down, the long sword holding the two knives in front of him suddenly jumped down, and the chill forced him to slide diagonally upward along the blade. , Jian Feng passed by Wen Renye’s visor, and drew a striking white mark on the hard bone visor.

In the blink of an eye, the snow-white soft mass in his arms slid out like a swimming fish, and the ripples swayed Wen Renye’s five senses.

The little devil turned around, and the blade suddenly caught the long sword and slashed horizontally, but when it hit the blade, he realized that this move was useless, but turned and moved down, and the blade cut off his tail.

The tail of the bone in the shape of an inverted fish bone spur was broken, and the restraint on Jiang Ziliu’s arm was released. After this dazzling sword move, a biting cold light penetrated Wen Renye’s shoulders.

But he is a demon, and his body is extremely strong. Even if he penetrates his shoulders, he just suddenly hits the bone wings and is forced out by the firm muscle texture, and he can’t even move an inch.

Blood spreads.

The two just switched positions at the moment, but Jiang Ziliu suffered some injuries when he crashed into the stone wall, and the bones all over his body were screaming pain, but this pain can be ignored for both parties.

Wen Renye even felt violently excited to meet his opponent.

This kind of confrontation is not measured at all. Both sides are fighting to the death. Only when the attack is ruthless and not distressed can the fight continue. Either side will lose in an instant.

Saying you don’t feel bad is a lie.

Although Jiang Zheliu used to educate the big demons, it was the first time he had fought Wen Renye to this level. He could smell the slightly sweet smell of blood at the broken end of the other’s bone, and could hear the sound of the muscle fibers in the other’s shoulders growing and healing quickly.

The stalemate between the two only lasted for a short period of time. In the next three hundred or so rounds, He Suxi and Ming Jing watched the two fight more and more crazy, and finally reached the level where even the two of them could not help.

Wen Renye’s brain was not good at first, and this state became crazy, except Jiang Ziliu, no one could resist it.

But his state has to reach the extreme.

His lasting combat power is indeed inferior to the opponent’s, which he has long realized.

Can’t delay any longer.

There was another long sword cry, and the aura of the sword technique overflowed, locking the aura of the rampant demon race around. Jiang Zheliu clenched the Lingxiao sword in his palm again, and he was soaked all over.

It was a cold sweat of pain and urgency.

There are many wounds on his body, and the wounds left by the ink knife are often difficult to heal, and will crack into the Tao body inch by inch until the bones are seen.

The white clothes on Jiang Ziliu’s body were dyed through by the wound, and were branded with mottled red.

But Wen Renye didn’t get much better. He was also injured all over his body, and the sword wound left by Ling Xiaojian was equally difficult to deal with. The frost covered the wound, which lowered the self-healing ability of the Demon Race by several levels. .

But the more he fought, the more excited he became. His instincts were completely revived and released to the extreme.

Just as the killing instinct was burning frantically, the Dao seed in his body jumped abruptly, as if the lights were shrouded in a shroud, and the murderous intent instantly diminished.

The little devil flicked the broken bone tail angrily, but at the same time, another more serious anxiety appeared in his heart, and he finally smelled the smell of blood.

…The sweet, gentle aroma of the heavenly spirit body is mixed with the fishy sweetness.

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Wen Renye regained a sense of consciousness.

However, his recovery of these consciousness was very subtle, and it was difficult to control the overall situation, but this at least proved that the two wandering Dao species were suppressed by him.

It’s just that the battle for this body is not over yet. He can’t stifle the Dao species as the source in his body. He can only fuse them as a controller, but merging the two Dao species is not even a fantasy. , which is something that almost all monks have never thought about.

But he had to do it.

This clear consciousness allowed him to restore his sense of smell to the outside world.

He smelled the breath of blood, and the hidden and familiar aroma that spread with the blood.

Wen Renye’s mind was suddenly shocked, and he didn’t even realize what the smell was for a while. When he realized it, the smell was getting stronger and stronger, and it was so strong that it made him lose his mind.

The celestial body’s… blood.

At this moment, stronger blood obscured the aroma. Wen Renye couldn’t feel the pain, but he knew it was his own blood.

His out-of-control reason suddenly froze, and he actually felt that as long as Xiao Liushu was no longer injured, how much blood he bleed was a small issue.

But this is just an unrealistic fantasy.

Jiang Zheliu was drawn back by the sword qi, and the blade wiped traces of frost and freezing on the ground. His whole body was stained with blood, his white hair was stained with bright red, he pressed his sword on the ground with one hand, and coughed a few times in a shaking lung.

The backlog of blood in the chest cavity is all the backflow of internal organs.

He coughed and vomited, not knowing how long the spiritual power provided by the boundary membrane fragments could last, but he knew that the little devil’s stamina was almost exhausted.

Jiang Zheliu raised his eyes, the direction of his gaze turned against the light, and his brows, which were stinged by blood, slightly frowned.

He looked at the other side’s mottled bone wings with sword marks.

Fifty steps and a hundred steps, each other.

The prosperous Jiang Zheliu was once invincible, just like the current co-lord of the Six Realms, who swept the invincible Lord Mozun.

Jiang Zheliu retracted his gaze, the blood stuck in his throat surged and spit it out, he wiped the corners of his lips, his state was always calm, and even a little jokingly said: “I got into this relationship with you now. , it really is a great responsibility for the people of this country, to eliminate harm for the people.”

The scourge paused, as if he really wanted to understand this sentence, but his brain with only fighting instinct was obviously illiterate, and he was unable to reach normal communication with him for a while.

At the moment when he stopped, Jiang Zheliu, who seemed to be out of strength, suddenly stood up, and a stream of ice and snow came straight to the surface with sword intent. Wen Renye blocked the sword intent in front of him, and when his vision was restored, Jiang Zheliu’s figure was already in front of him.

The snow hair moved slightly, and the ink eyes were deep.

The two had only half a breath of sight to meet, and then, blood poured out of Jiang Zheliu’s palm again, and the blood filled the groove of the Lingxiao sword. A crisp chirping sounded like a dragon, shaking the cascading clouds in the sky, the clouds scattered, and the sky trembled.

Jiuxiao echoed, and the sword roared.

This sword was too fast to be caught off guard, it directly shattered Wen Renye’s bone wing shrouded in front of him, pierced through the bone wing and stabbed into his chest, narrowly deflecting his heart, soaking up the blood of the demons.

At the same time, an extremely familiar divine soul force suddenly took advantage of it and crashed into Wen Renye’s heart.

This gentle force was too resolute, and could not refuse to break the defense of the other party’s primordial spirit, so that the souls of the two suddenly fit closely together, and then Jiang Zheliu’s spirit pulled the other party’s deep-seated consciousness. , to help him occupy the dominant position.

Wen Renye seemed to be suddenly brought back to the world, and he opened his eyes again.

The purple magic flame in his eyes has not disappeared, his pupils are still slowly forming, and his vision is not so clear.

But within his line of sight, the figure of the other party covered in blood gradually became clear.

Jiang Zheliu’s hand was on the hilt of Ling Xiao’s sword, and one foot was on the little devil’s hard chest, but he was bleeding all the time, everywhere.

He looked down at Wen Renye, his long hair stained with blood on his shoulders slipped down.

“Awake?” he asked.

Wen Ren Ye couldn’t find his own voice for a while, even if he only lost consciousness for a short period of time, he had been in a lifetime for so long, as if he was spinning again in front of the threshold where his soul dissipated.

This time, the channel is changed and sealed, and it sinks into the depths.

After a while, he finally regained his ability to speak, and said in a hoarse voice, “…Wake up.”

Jiang Zheliu looked down at him, and with one hand he slowly pulled out the blade of the Lingxiao sword that had sunk into his heart.

But he didn’t care, and even smiled at the little devil.

Just as Ling Xiaojian was retracted, he lost his spiritual blessing and fell to Wen Renye.

The little devil froze for a moment, then caught the soft blob that fell into his arms and was dyed red. He raised his hand to hold Jiang Ziliu’s back, half hooked his waist, and sat up from the ground.

Jiang Zheliu just lost his strength, he didn’t faint immediately, but he really couldn’t stand up.

He leaned on Wen Renye’s shoulder and spoke with a **** smell.

“pain.”

Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes, his forehead was against the other’s uninjured shoulder, and the other’s arm was wrapped around his waist.

His voice was also hoarse and tired.

It was only then that he felt the panicked breath of the cub in his stomach.

“I can’t go anymore.” Jiang Zheliu explained the facts, without any intention of acting like a spoiled child, “Hold me.”