Chapter 179 Yin and Yang Bloodthirsty Knife

After the moon passes, the moonlight becomes brighter. In the bamboo forest, the moonlight is gorgeous, as if the moonlight is flowing. Over the bamboo forest, the two figures stand opposite each other.

"Does it have anything to do with me?" The divine sword looked cold and said lightly.

The pupils of the ancestor of the Ye family shrank. He knew in his heart that this matter had nothing to do with him, and he had no obligation to help the Ye family. But now he can ask him for help. Is there any other way?

If it is just the current Ye family, he is still the former ancestor of the Ye family, and the survival of the Ye family is not important to him, but now, to be precise, his consciousness has changed a lot since the appearance of Ye 23. At least he regards the Ye family as his body. Part of.

At this moment, he lowered his head slightly and said, "Senior, please help the Ye family for the sake of Ye 23!"

The divine sword was a little surprised, and there was a trace of inexplicable in his faint eyes. For a long time, he sighed, but every time he said anything, slowly, his figure disappeared into the moonlight.

I don't know how long it took before the ancestor of the Ye family raised his head and looked at the place where the divine sword disappeared. He was stunned and said to himself: If he were a divine sword, would he drip this muddy water?

There was a little more thought, more appreciation, and a little more melancholy in his eyes.

Under the same moonlight, a figure ran in the moonlight. Her footsteps were already a little ups and downs. Her originally soft hair had been scattered, and it was stained with red **.

Her face is extremely pale. If anyone sees it, they will find a blood hole in her chest, which keeps emitting bright red blood. There is no good bone. If it were someone, she would not survive such an injury.

This is her still running, and the eyes in her eyes are still firm. Every time she moves, the corners of her mouth will twitch, but imagine what the pain in her body has reached.

Not far behind her, a figure was following him closely. His pace was not fast. He was walking in the leisurely court. The corners of his mouth were raised with a faint curvature, but there was a touch of shock in his eyes.

He didn't understand what was supporting her and what made her betray him? He didn't understand, so he followed all the way, but he didn't kill him. He wanted to see where she was going.

Qiu Yuhan's pupils have dilated a little. Her footsteps are no longer under her control, but subconsciously run forward. There is only one thought left in her mind to tell him and tell him.

The moonlight shone on her face, and the gentle wind blew her scattered hair. Her eyes suddenly burst out with a strange look. She saw and saw that the place had appeared in her eyes. She opened her hands hard and wanted to rush over, but she couldn't move forward.

With a "plop", she fell down, but her eyes kept looking at the distance. She used the last bit of her body strength to go, she wanted to go, she wanted to go.

A figure stood in front of her, but she didn't seem to see it. Her eyes had passed through the figure and saw the distance.

"Who the hell is it?" The middle-aged scribe stood in front of Qiu Yuhan, took a deep breath and asked. Although he tried to control his emotions, he knew that he still could not control himself when he said this, and his voice was extremely angry.

But Qiu Yuhan at his feet didn't seem to hear it, and he was still moving forward inch by inch. There was no presence of him in her eyes.

The middle-aged scribe was completely enraged and stepped on her white and almost transparent hand, but he was disappointed. He didn't hear the voice he wanted to hear, not even a trace of fluctuation on her face.

She just looked at the distance, as if there was her lover and everything about her.

The middle-aged scribe turned his head and looked into the distance. After thinking about it, a cold light flashed in his eyes and said harshly, "It turns out that you want to go to the Ye family. It's him who let you betray me!"

His feet were stiff, and he could clearly hear the sound of broken bones, but he did not hear the sound that could make him happy.

He looked coldly at the person in front of him, his most powerful arm, the woman who once made him think he was everything about her, and he suddenly found that he was a fool.

"Ye 2323, we will meet soon, soon!" His voice was so soft and gentle, as if he was whispering to his friends who were about to meet, but if anyone heard it, his back would be cold, which was the most vicious voice in the world.

Suddenly, his face changed and he shouted, "Who?"

A figure slowly came out of the void, with a knife-like face and twinkling eyes. Although he stood there quietly, it exuded a fluctuation that even made him feel palpitations.

His pupils suddenly shrank and said in a low voice, "Sword one!"

The person in front of him was the divine sword. As soon as the divine sword left the bamboo forest, he was full of thoughts and wanted to walk in the moonlight, but suddenly he heard someone talking about Ye 23. His heart was shocked and he came to have a look, but who knew that there was such a scene in front of him.

The sword's eyes became colder and colder, and a magnificent dragon-like pressure came to the earth, torturing a woman like this, but for some reason, he would not let it go.

He really killed this time. He is going to kill the person in front of him.

"Hum!"

The sword had an extra knife in his hand, a long knife, and a touch of light slid over the knife.

He hasn't moved this knife for a long time. When he wants to move this knife, it's time for him to kill.

Yin and Yang bloodthirsty knife, this is a magic knife. Legend has it that the person who holds this knife is a god during the day and a demon at night, and eventually becomes a madman who has lost his mind.

The sword's eyes swept over the blade, his wrist shook gently, and the knife stood up. The middle-aged scribe felt that his flesh and blood were uncontrollable, and he wanted to leave his body and rush to the shining blade.

He suddenly thought of something, and suddenly his whole body was cold, and he couldn't move a step.

The yin and yang bloodthirsty knife exudes palpitating fluctuations. At this moment, it seems to have life. It opens its eyes and looks coldly at the people in front of it.

It is like a demon, drinking the blood of the person in front of him and devouring its soul.

"zheng"

With a soft sound, the knife was raised, and then fell gently.

A knife light that is so beautiful that people refuse to close their eyes falls from the sky. It is so beautiful and touching that people forget that it is a deadly demon.

The starlight in the sky lost its color at this moment. No words can describe its beauty. It crossed the starry sky and fell.

The middle-aged scribe shouted loudly, and his whole body burst out, like a round of bright sun, emitting amazing light.

The knife light fell, fell into the dazzling light, and then disappeared, with the scorching sun-like figure.

It is as beautiful and short as a meteor across the starry sky.

After the knife light, the yin and yang bloodthirsty knife lost its glory and turned into an ordinary long knife. The divine sword snorted coldly, put away the knife and came to the girl.

In front of him, where the knife passed, there was a blood stain and a bottomless gully.

In the distance, the void shook, and a figure fell down. There was a wound on his chest, but when he saw the white bones inside, he stood up slowly, looked at the distance, and said in a low voice, "What a terrible knife, what a terrible sword!" If he hadn't had a strange treasure that blocked most of the blades for him, he would not have survived and escaped the pursuit of the divine sword.

The middle-aged scribe threw away the jade slip in his hand. This jade slip can make him come thousands of miles away in an instant and is also an important part of his escape from his life. However, this kind of thing can only be used once. He never thought that he would use it for the day when he escapes for his life.

"Shen Jianyi, I'm looking forward to seeing you next time!" The middle-aged scribe smiled and his blood invaded the ground, but his eyes burst out with an amazing beam of light.