196 Red Sleeve Splashed Blood

The bright moon has passed the sky, and the stars across the sky have gradually tilted to the west. Under the bright moon, the stars seem a little dim, and under the thin clouds at this time, they are even more blurred. However, at this time, the bright moon also seemed to show some strange red, making the whole sky give people a chill that they wanted to choose people to eat.

It's already the second half of the night. The evening breeze failed to blow away the hazy fog on the surface of the river. The river passed east, reflecting the light on both sides. The light was bright and dark in the mist, but it gave people a mysterious beauty different from the mortal world. However, this beauty is mixed with the intention of killing thefa, which makes people who see him feel chills.

On a newly abandoned ferry by the river, the ferry is slightly dilapidated and desolate. Together with the war, there will be no one sailing near the battlefield. This is not looking for death. It was at this time that five people stood on the abandoned ferry. They stared to the southeast and said nothing for a long time. They didn't know when they got up before they heard a sigh. Only one of them said, "So, I don't know if there will be any danger."

Han is the real name of Jiang Yunzhi, and the speaker is her father, that is, the patriarch of Blood Spirit.

"The suzerain is assured that the female prince is intelligent and knows the way to advance and retreat. Besides, this matter was carefully planned by the owner of Baihu Hall, and it should be fine. Although Hehundao said so, he was not sure. After all, although this matter was carefully planned by the owner of the White Tiger Hall, the person who implemented it was still the sworn enemy of the Blood League, and he was also the monk of the Changsheng Hall in the north of the river.

"But the other two disciples are going to give up." He said that it was not easy to cultivate the disciples of the Blood Spirit Sect, but the two people lost at this time were still one of the most potential disciples of the descendants of the Blood Spirit Sect.

"Anyone who achieves a great thing is informal and can die for this matter, and the two of them should rest in peace." River Soul Road, the fate of the two disciples was determined so easily.

"Hmm." Jiang Yao nodded and stopped talking about this matter. As the patriarch of the Blood Spirit and the leader of the Blood League, he naturally knew the choice. He turned around and looked to Jiangbei, and then said, "How are the other five factions?"

"The suzerain, the other factions said that they would put their own cause first and would come to help during the planned period." Wang Qianhua, the head of Xuanwu Hall, spoke, and Lu Ping, the head of Qinglong Hall, contacted the other five factions respectively. In fact, he has already asked this question. At this time, he asked again only because it was of great importance and he had to be very careful.

"The master of the Rosefinch Hall has news now." He said proudly, and the breeze helped him by, but he felt a little moisture. He reached out to take care of his temples and wiped away the moisture from his hair.

"There is no news yet. I have also asked Lv Yusheng. Since Tang Yuxia entered the main hall of Changsheng Hall, the two of them have not had any contact." River Soul Road. Lv Yusheng in his mouth is the owner of the White Tiger Hall, and Tang Conce is the owner of the Rosefinch Hall. The two of them had sneaked into the Changsheng Hall many years ago, thinking that the counterattack would serve as a foreshadowing, but many years had passed, but Tang Fuxia had no news.

"It's time for them to withdraw." He said, looking at the vast river, and then said, "Now, it's time."

"Yes, years of hatred can be resolved on this eve, and the division of the bloody alliance will also be integrated on this eve. Even if this plan cannot be fully effective, we have other follow-up methods, but this time, there will be absolutely no other variables." Luo Ji said that at this moment, she knew that Li Yuyun had already acted, so she had such confidence.

But the facts are really as she imagined. Before everything becomes a final result, maybe only God knows the cause and effect of all this, maybe even God doesn't know. After all, the result has been changing, unchanged, only the rules.

However, on the hill, Jiang Yunzhi saw that the chessboard used by Nangong Xia had been blown away by the other party, so she took her sword to cut Nangong Xia's knife. As for her safety, she did not have time to consider it for a moment. At this moment, Nangong Xia's light sword has just been taken out.

"Go, go quickly. It's not far from here where the Holy Gate is. Only when we get there will we be safe." Jiang Yunzhi said, while she spoke, she held the sword with both hands to hold the blade of the other party, but the other party's cultivation was too high. She tried her whole body to fight for the spiritual power, which was just unbearable.

The knife-bearer who was holding the blade by her sneered. He muttered some words that Nangong Xia and others couldn't understand, and then took out the other hand and pressed it to Jiang Yunzhi's abdomen. The green light flashed on his hand, and there seemed to be a ghost crying sound on it. If this palm was real, the consequences would be unsembible.

In such a scene, Nangong Xia happened to see it. His heart seemed to be touched by something, but this situation was quickly replaced by the fury in his heart. At this moment, the world he saw had already turned into a blood red color. At this moment, he just wanted to cut everything in front of him into pieces.

That's all.

Nangong Xia cut off the knife-bearing monk with a light sword, and several feet of sword light suddenly burst out on the light sword. The two were already very close. The monk had been cut into two sections by the light sword without any chance to react, and the cold air on the sword also made him frozen into an ice sculpture. There was no blood spurt out. The ice sculpture fell down, but it had fallen. It became pieces of ice crumbs.

The red ice crumbs seem to be extremely bright, but the only thing that brings to others is the fear of death.

His soul has been cultivated into a spiritual body and can exist completely without relying on the body. However, when his spiritual body was about to escape from here, a great suction came from the sword that killed him. No matter how he struggled, he would inevitably be sucked into the fate of the sword. The sad shouts resounded through the sky, but what else could this sound do besides making the people present feel a little chilly?

At this time, another Changshengtang monk with a machete also attacked Nangong Xia with a knife. Four fierce ghosts around the blade opened their mouths and rushed to Nangong Xia. However, when the fierce ghost saw the sword in Nangong Xia's hand, he did not dare to move forward again. It seemed that after a slight frenness, the fierce ghost actually retreated. The monk Seeing this anger, he turned his machete and hit the fierce ghost who defected.

Jiang Yunzhi did not want to let go of this opportunity. The dust sword in her hand hit the machete monk with a burning air, but the dust sword hit the other party's machete. Although it was wrong, it blocked his attack. At this time, the four fierce ghosts pounced on his body and bit him. After devouring, the monk has made a sad scream.

His pain did not last long, because Nangong Xia's light sword had hit him, and under the cold air, he also turned into pieces of ice debris. Naturally, his spiritual body can't escape the fate of being swallowed up by the light sword. His life is basically practicing by refining other people's souls. In the end, his spirit body is not sucked into the magic weapon by others. However, the person holding the sword did not know whether his spiritual body would be refined by the light sword.

The circle of cause and effect is really unrequired.

Jiang Yunzhi saw that she had solved the two strong enemies in a blink of an eye. She was extremely happy, but when she turned her head and looked at Nangong Xia, she saw that Nangong Xia was also looking at her, but his red eyes were actually a little bloodthirsty. Seeing this, a nameless chill spread in Jiang Yunzhi's heart, which actually made Her actions are a little stiff.

At this time, there was only one red figure in Nangong Xia's eyes. Although he felt that the figure was very familiar, he just wanted to cut it into pieces. At this time, he took the sword and cut it down. Before the sword spirit arrived, the cold air on the sword made Jiang Yunzhi feel difficult to breathe.

At this time, the closest to Nangong Xia is Jiang Yunzhi.

"Nangong Xia, it's me, your senior sister Yunzhi, not your enemy." Jiang Yunzhi shouted with all her last strength. Under such close spiritual pressure, Jiang Yunzhi found that she did not even have the strength to fight back with her sword.

Hearing this, Nangong Xia felt familiar. When she saw the familiar red figure in her eyes, she was so lonely and helpless. Seeing this, her sword stopped a few inches away from Jiang Yunzhi. The magnificent cold air forced her, and Jiang Yunzhi felt that her whole blood was about to be killed. This was frozen, but soon Jiang Yunzhi felt that the chill quickly dissipated, and bursts of warmth came. Jiang Yunzhi felt that her body was also lighter. She felt that the sword seemed to be the gate of the country of happiness, and she had an impulse to fly over.

Jiang Yunzhi is red in Nangong Xia's eyes, not because Jiang Yunzhi is dressed in red at this time, but because everything Nangong Xia sees is composed of different degrees of red, which naturally includes Jiang Yunzhi.

Nangong Xia's idea of trying to find out all these causes and consequences was quickly replaced by the tyranny in his heart, and he continued to press down with his sword.

"Let's go, the big brother is crazy." A disciple of the Blood Spirit Sect said that he and another disciple of the Blood Spirit Sect were originally entangling with the third Changsheng Hall monk, but when they saw that Nangong Xia actually wanted to kill Jiang Yunzhi, they were shocked. When Nangong Xia paused, they abandoned the Changsheng Hall monk and came to Nangong Xia's sword frame and pushed Jiang Yunzhi back.

The light sword cut off the bodies of the two disciples of the Blood Spirit Sect and turned them into ice sculptures. The souls of the two were also sucked into the light sword and could not enter the reincarnation at all. It seemed that there was only eternal pain waiting for them.

After Jiang Yunzhi was pushed away, the warm feeling quickly dissipated and turned into a piercing chill. When she reacted, the two people with her were dead and died in the hands of Nangong Xia, who came to help them, and the bones did not exist.

Just as Nangong Xia wanted to continue to erase all the red figures in front of him, he saw a long stick piercing from his back and coming out from his chest. Nangong Xia's power dissipated and his eyes also returned to Qingming, but he already knew that the stick passed from his heart and was a fatal injury. At this time, Nan What Gong Xia wants to do is for Yuanying to give up this body and leave.

It's just that all this has not been implemented, and his consciousness has been disintentional.

"*&(*%¥**(&*&............&&" The remaining Taishengtang monks laughed. When the two people who pestered him were killed by this person, he raised his staff and attacked the man. Unexpectedly, he hit the back of the person who was injured by him with a palm and pulled out the stick.

"Nangong Xia." Jiang Yunzhi shouted that when she saw that Nangong Xia had rushed to her, she hugged Nangong Xia, but her body had just recovered from the cold, and there was no power to really help Nangong Xia. Inadvertently, the sword in Nangong Xia's hand was pierced from her right shoulder and fell without a handle. The huge chill hit and soon made her lose all consciousness.

Between the night, the two of them fell to the cliff together, and they didn't know where they would fall.

The cliff here is not too high, but when the remaining Changsheng Hall monks went down the mountain to find these two, they didn't find anything.

How could the person who fell off the cliff think that all this was just a trick.

At this time, Luo Ji took out a statue made of precious jade. If Nangong Xia saw it, she could recognize that the portrait was himself. At this time, Luo Ji held the jade statue in one hand, and the other hand painted some difficult symbols in front of the jade statue, and some strange words were also read in her mouth. The red light flashed on the jade statue, and some strange smiles appeared on Luo Ji's face.

However, it didn't take long for Luo Ji to feel that her power was unrely dependent. The unreserved tyrannical atmosphere came back at her, which made her have to interrupt her ceremony. However, even so, she still suffered a lot of harm and only heard her say, "How is this possible?"