Chapter 16 Final Kill

The night is late, and the bright moon is east.

The vast Dongting Lake seems to be vast and boundless, and you can't see the other side at a glance. A cool night wind came from the lake, bringing waves and waves.

Under the light moonlight, I saw Youlan wearing a light cyan dress and standing under the moon. The soft skirt slowly fluttered in the wind. On her pale and thin cheeks, a few thin hair hung on her temples and brushed back and forth by the wind. Although it seemed a little messy, it gave people an unforgettable beauty.

Yan Ji looked at Xuanyuanxiang, who was drunk and unconscious in her arms, and then looked at Youlan. She was there for a long time and suddenly said, "I... er... I have nothing to do with her. I don't know her!"

Yan Ji opened his mouth to explain this sentence to Youlan, as if it was inevitable. He did not consider why to explain in his heart, nor did he consider whether there was a need to explain it, and said it without warning.

After he said this, he felt that there was no difference between saying and not saying, but at that time, he suddenly said it, as if there was some concern between him and Youlan and did not want to give up.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you are happy." Youlan's eyes moved away from the yew woman in Yan Ji's arms and looked deeply at his thin face. After three years of separation, the familiar face was a little more mature and stable, and her eyes seemed to have experienced vicissitudes.

In a word, the person in front of him is no longer the innocent teenager.

I will never treat her as before.

"Happy?" Yan Ji whispered these two illusory words for him, and then remained silent.

At this moment, Youlan was also silent, with slightly melancholy cold eyes. She did not leave Yan Ji for a moment and stared deeply. Between her eyebrows, the painful look turned away and was not seen.

When we met, Yan Ji didn't know what to say to her, as if she was waiting to speak, and so was she.

Bo two had nothing to say, which made the scene extremely quiet and embarrassing.

Inadvertently, Yan Ji's eyes turned to a dark jungle behind Youlan and suddenly found that in the darkness, a white figure was looming, and there was a gentle footsteps coming from the darkness. A person was coming here.

In a moment, the white figure came out of the shadow of the bushes and appeared in the moonlight to see his face.

A young man, with phoenix eyes and an awl face, is extremely handsome. On his white robe, there is a white-scale dragon painted, holding a gold folding fan in his hand and gently fanning.

The arrogant look on his face seemed to be born, which matched his temperament and ignored everything in the world. He gently shook the folding fan, and his white clothes floated. He looked unrestrained and could be called a dragon and phoenix among people.

is the White Dragon Envoy, one of the five guardians of the Holy Dragon Church.

When Yan Ji saw this handsome man appear, he suddenly understood something in his heart. He couldn't help smiling bitterly and shook his head gently and said, "This can be found by you. It seems that your ability is really not small. Wherever you go, you can't avoid your noses."

"I just thought about you, and then kept walking here and met you. Maybe this is some kind of feeling in my heart, don't you think?"

Youlan said, looked back at Bai Long, frowned and said, "Why follow me? Don't pester me like this, okay?"

Bai Long's indifferent eyes moved back from Yan Ji and became a little gentle on Youlan. He said gently, "I don't need to explain. You already know why. Now, I just want to know one thing. Do you think you don't need me anymore when you grow up and kick me away?

"Don't talk nonsense, keep the nonsense and go home!"

Yan Ji laid Xuanyuanxiang on the ground, pulled out the rainbow sword, pointed to a pair of men and women in front of him, and said indifferently, "How many people have you come? Call it all out, and there is no need to shrink back against me alone.

Bai Yi glanced at Yan Ji, shook his head gently, and said, "There are not many people. I'm the only one who came, but it's enough to kill you."

"Go to hell!"

Hearing the roar of the white dragon, a white light suddenly flashed. Yan Ji's whole body seemed to have been hit by a huge force and flew backwards. With a "bang" fell to the edge of the lake shore, the rainbow sword also fell beside him, and the tip of the sword was immersed in the cold lake.

Bai Long saw that Yan Ji fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. He grinned, sighed, and said disdainfully, "I can't stand the blow!"

" Stop it!" Youlan was broken and drank, like broken ice and snow. She stopped in front of the white dragon and asked, "Why do you have to kill him? I'm not afraid that you will kill him, will I turn against you and kill you?"

The white dragon clenched his fist, his knuckles clicked, gritted his teeth and said, "You still want to kill me, then you can kill me. If you can do it, come and kill me!"

After saying that, he put his hand behind his back and made a look of being slaughtered. After a long time, seeing that Youlan didn't make any movement, he grinned and walked away.

Bai Long stopped in front of Xuanyuanxiang, looked at Yan Ji on the shore and said with a sneer, "Hey! The waste over there! Wouldn't you be sad if I killed the woman around you?"

No matter what Yan Ji's reaction was, he immediately turned around and stretched out the "drawing dragon fan" in his hand and stabbed Xuanyuanxiang's head.

"Bastard!"

He shouted angrily, but it came from Yan Ji's mouth. He had already stood up with his sword, raised his sword and pointed it directly at the white dragon. He said faintly, "Don't touch a drunken person. You are also a waste. I must kill you now, so our battle is not over yet!"

The tone is gentle, without any arrogance, but the intention is firm and murderous in his eyes.

The white dragon sneered gently, withdrew the dragon fan, and said, "As you wish, we will immediately make a conclusion. We must die between us tonight!" After saying that, her fingers drew a white light to hit Youlan's chest, and her movements were so fast that she didn't have time to resist.

After Youlan was hit by the white light, she suddenly felt that her body was as stiff as a stone and could not move, so she could only stand aside and watch.

White Dragon banned her, making her unable to move in place. It seems that Bai Long's murderous intention for Yan Ji has been determined, and he doesn't want Youlan to stop him in the middle.

Youlan stood aside, anxious, but unable to move, and there were tears dripping from the corners of her eyes. Perhaps these two are very important to her. She doesn't want anyone to die, and they are still fighting with each other.

One is her beloved lover.

One is a close friend who treats her like a brother.

There must be one leaving her now.

The strong wind roared, and another lake wind blew ashore, but it was much stronger than the usual lake wind. It blew to the shore, bringing Xiaoxiao sand and dust, floating in the air, killing.

The night wind is cold and the moonlight is light.

The moonlight, like water, quietly sprinkled on the forest and these people.

The bright moonlight fell on Bailong's handsome face, making his face paler, as if it were a dead man's face, without any blood color, which was horrible. And that face is still full of endless murderous intent, like the face of a living dead.

The sound of the "buzzing" sword sounded.

The rainbow sword was in Yan Ji's hand, and the blue light gradually lit up. At the same time, the bean-sized sweat on his forehead also rolled down. In an instant, the sweat had soaked through his clothes.

The "centrifugal spell" has not dissipated in his body. As long as he uses his true power, he will suffer. But now he must endure the pain and try his best to kill the white dragon.

He wants to kill the white dragon, not only because of the anger in his heart. Only by killing the white dragon can he relieve his hatred, but also because the white dragon must kill him. He has no choice but to kill him.

"Let go of all the shackles, put the pain of this man on the senior sister, and repay it ten times." Yan Ji's murderous intention is equally firm.

Yan Ji; White Dragon.

All the hatred and resentment between the two people were released at this moment.

Then, use the magic weapon in their hands to decide the resentment.

The bright blue light of the rainbow rose up, burst into the sky with the momentum of destruction, reflecting that the whole sky became blue and covered the pale moonlight, only a blue light. The figures of the two were also submerged in the blue tide of light, and they could not see their moves.

"Go to hell!"

In the brilliant light, the two people shouted at the same time, but the white dragon's voice only shouted the word "go to death" and suddenly stopped, as if they were stuck in the throat and could not speak.

Yan Ji was the only one who shouted the three words "Go to hell" until the end of the last word.

In a moment, the Xuanqing light gradually faded away.

Yan Ji's figure appeared behind the white dragon, with his back to the white dragon, holding his sword pointing to the ground diagonally. In the body of the rainbow sword in his hand, a few drops of blood slowly dripped from the tip of the sword.

The white dragon stood there, his eyes widened, as if he had seen something incredible horror, which was shocking.

There is only one thing that can make him feel terrible, because he is about to die. He was quickly cut his throat and sealed his throat with a sword.

The bright red blood slowly flowed out of his throat, dyeing the white clothes on his chest into blood red.

Bai Long never thought that this "unbearable" opponent could take his life between shooting, so he was very unconvinced, and the fire of anger in his heart suddenly ignited. He has practiced for a hundred years and has achieved great success in Taoism. Looking at the world, it is difficult to find people who can defeat him with one move, not to mention rare opponents.

Only now, the man was found by him.

He seemed to have something to say, and the corners of his mouth kept **, but because his throat was cut, he couldn't say a word. Blood kept pouring out of the wound on his neck, which has dyed him into a bloody man.

After a few times, he finally fell down and couldn't close his eyes.

It's not easy for Yan Ji, but with a sword, he used ten hundredth of his strength, which took almost to collapse. Not only that, because of the use of real power, the centrifugal spell also broke out together, which made him feel pain. He bowed to the ground and squatted on the support of the long sword in his hand, so he barely fell down.