Chapter 370 Silver Ghost 15

Where the ground was deep, the wild whip shadow thrown by the python suddenly stopped.

It seemed that the momentary time was infinitely elongated, and the twinkling figure of Xinxian also appeared from the rolling front of the python. Her movements became extremely slow, like holding a mountain, raising her right hand with great effort.

The roar of the earthquake is still echoing in my ears, and the aftertaste is endless, but a person and a snake in the center of the whirlpool. Their posture seems to solidify into a still picture, and even the mud and stones splashed from the ground are imprisoned by some invisible force and stagnated in the void.

And Xinxian is the only active person in this still picture.

She blushed, raised her right arm with great effort, and then aimed at the eyebrows of the python, stretched out an index finger, and gently nodded.

The face is windless, the green sleeves are slightly raised, and the Buddha picks flowers. Several feet away, her movements were as soft as a woman's cinnabar, and she couldn't even make a trace in the air. Against the backdrop of the ferocious python, her body looks extremely delicate and small, and the final movement is just like a pale dance.

After that, the picture was completely fixed.

All the sounds were silent, and even the air was pumped away without wind and waves. Liu Wanyun and Jinlong, who were fighting in the distance, couldn't help but separate and turned to look at the movement this side.

This moment is as long as ancient times.

I don't know how long it has been frozen. Xinxian blinked his eyes, and the river of time began to flow again. All kinds of noisy sounds poured into her ears again, causing her to feel dizzy. And the huge strange python in front of her eyebrows pointed by her with delicate jade, her eyes suddenly lost their luster, and even the cold feeling completely disappeared, and in an instant it became a muddy dirty toy.

"Dong!"

The huge body of the strange python fell down and raised an airflow, splashing countless sand and dust. Xinxian was powerless to avoid it. Even in the fierce battle, the well-protected clothes were suddenly polluted by dust and lost their bright luster. The corners of her lips slid down a touch of blood, shook her body, staggered back two steps, and leaned against the dead python's body, and finally did not fall.

The dance of heaven and man ignores physical defense and directly deprives the souls of the evil one, which is unmatched. However, she herself has to pay a huge price for using such a ban. Now, she doesn't even have the strength to breathe.

Jinlong was stunned and suddenly stamped his foot and rushed this way. He ran five steps, suddenly turned his head, and a silver needle with a faint green luster scratched his face. It was this short pause that Liu Wanyun had caught up, and he had to turn back to fight.

Even with the steel-boned body, he is still quite afraid of all kinds of strange things emerging from Mingxi medical immortals.

The swordsman in white looked at Ye Yingru and suddenly took a deep breath, and the tenderness in his eyes was exhausted. His right foot took half a step forward and slowly raised his long sword.

This distance has exceeded the tentative warning line, and the tip of the sword can pick up Ye Yingru's clothes with a little touch. But Ye Yingru still refused to take action first.

"Duan Fei, do you really want to kill me?" The voice trembled slightly, like a thin feather, flirting with the swordsman's heart over and over again. Behind is Qin Yan lying on the ground. She has no way out, but she still has such a whimsical expectation. She is so naive and emotional, as in the past... However, in the depths of her sad and melancholy eyes, the swordsman saw a peace that should not belong here--

Maybe she is thinking that there is not much to complain about dying with her beloved... Yes, it must be so!

The swordsman's somewhat shaken eyes became indifferent again, and his face did not melt. He sneered and said, "It's already reached this point. Do you think I can turn back? It's so naive..."

Ye Yingru lowered her eyes, stared at the tip of the sword leaning in front of her, and said, "You said that you once loved me so much. Is it all empty words? I'm standing in front of you now. Can you really do it?"

"The beautiful flowers in the world are about to wither in front of our eyes, which is really unbearable! Unfortunately, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't escape this disaster. Instead of letting you die in the hands of others, it's better for me to do it myself. At least I can give you a pleasure. The swordsman stared at Ye Ying's eyes like clear water and said quietly, "I heard that people's eyes will remember the last scene they saw when they die. I hope the person in your eyes is me. I will save your head with a thousand years of ice, so that you will always be peaceful and beautiful..."

"How dare you say such a disgusting idea? Cough—”

The swordsman's pupil shrank slightly, because the words did not come from Ye Yingru, but from Qin Yan behind her.

Qin Yan just raised his upper body, suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood, and then coughed violently.

The swordsman stared at him, and his eyes were full of murder. This person interrupted his farewell with Ying Ru at the most inappropriate time, as if he picked up a glass and was pressed down when he was desperate. It was disgusting that he wanted to vomit but couldn't spit it out, and his whole body was uncomfortable. Will the long-awaited last scene leave regrets? The sin is unforgivable, it is really unforgivable!

Qin Yan stood up staggered, wiped the blood stains on his mouth, looked at the swordsman, raised his eyebrows and grinned. He was about to say something, but he felt that his throat was painful and he couldn't help coughing again.

"Yulang, how are you?" Ye Yingru stared at the swordsman and had no time to look back, and his tone contained concern. This made the swordsman's eyes more murderous.

"I, cough..."

'Oh, it seems that the cough is getting worse and worse!' Qin Yan covered his mouth, felt the sticky ** flowing from his fingers, and began to doubt whether he would cough blood and die if it went on like this. The spiritual power has recovered a little, but the blood qi has no sign of recovery, so that it can't control the qi and blood to repair the body. What should be done?

The swordsman's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and the murderous intention is about to turn into a substantial and amazing blow. At this time, he heard Ye Yingru say, "Duan Fei, my life is for you. Please let him go!"

The swordsman was stunned for a moment, and his eyes turned into a deep cold and deep look. He grinned at the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Let me let him go?"

"Hmm!" Ye Yingru nodded, with a firm and quiet expression, "I can satisfy your wishes. When I die, my eyes are only looking at you, and the body is at your disposal. Even if you insult me, I just beg you--"

"Shut up!" The swordsman shouted loudly.

What can I do?

Would she rather live and die with him?

It doesn't matter if you are humiliated after death?

Just... just for this man?

The swordsman took a step back and his wrist made the tip of the sword tremble back and forth.

He suddenly felt that all the persistent thoughts over the years had lost their meaning at such an absurd moment.