Lin Banruo has been practicing for many years, and her state of mind has always been calm. But now when she saw Zhao Jiuge, who was lying on the ground with a weak breath and a pale face, her heart suddenly felt ripples.
She didn't like this feeling, she didn't like the slightest ripple in her mood, because she only wanted immortality and she had no intention of pursuing other things.
But at this time, she might not even know that her eyebrows were furrowed and her fingers holding the 'Luo Hua' were turning white.
An inexplicable anger suddenly emerged in his heart, and his eyes were full of coldness when he looked at Wang Changrui, who was wearing gray robe. His eyelids moved slightly, and his sword intent spurted out, and he displayed the fourth level of sword art on his body. This is also the strongest level that Lin Banruo can release. Although he has just mastered it and is somewhat unskilled, he still resolutely released it at this time.
Song Rujing can be said to be the most exposed person at the moment. She is the same as Zhao Jiuge. The more people don't have many friends, the more important they are to their friends. Seeing Zhao Jiuge injured and facing the demon in the Transformation Realm, her nervousness has long since disappeared. Instead there was only endless killing intent.
Song Rujing's forehead was slightly lowered, her eyes were closed tightly, and her expression was serious. Weird spiritual energy fluctuations were emanating from her body, mysterious and long, and they continued to disperse from her body towards the surroundings. As soon as she made a move, Song Rujing used her spiritual array talent. .
Song Yuansheng holds the "Shenxin" flying point in his right hand, brings up the sword energy, and hangs in the air to watch the gathering of hundreds of schools. Everything is involved, and Ye Jue is naturally no exception. Song Yuansheng releases the sword energy in one hand and holds the "Eight Edges" in the other hand. The Magic Mirror'.
"Little tricks." There was deep disdain on the corner of Wang Changrui's mouth. Perhaps these methods were still difficult for him before he broke through to the realm of transformation, but once he broke through to the realm of transformation, he opened the door to the soul. , re-entering another new world, he realized how insignificant the Nascent Soul Realm was.
As Wang Changrui spoke, the gray robe moved slightly, and the spiritual light naturally gathered around his body. The spiritual power belonging to the realm of god transformation continued to flow through his body. There was a perverted smile in his eyes. He likes the feeling of holding power in his hands, and even more enjoys the enjoyment of the killing process, let alone killing such a talented monster.
"Lingluo Blood Net!"
As Wang Changrui drank violently again, Wang Changrui's dry, slender, bloodless palm turned his back downwards, and his five fingers grasped the void in the palm of his hand. A trace of blood gathered from all around his body to the palm of his hand.
As he raised his right hand, blood-colored spider webs emerged densely, blocking him and heading towards Song Yuansheng and Lin Banruo.
Although the pink sword energy and blue sword energy of the two men were powerful, they could not withstand the continuous blood network transformed by spiritual power. Each sword energy cut off the blood network, and even after it was shattered, a new blood network appeared. Until the edge of the sword energy was exhausted and gradually dissipated.
Wang Changrui's eyes greedily stared at the magic weapons on these people, and he was overjoyed. He did not expect that these disciples had so many spiritual weapons! And it's very powerful, considering that he only has one spiritual weapon in his hand after practicing for so many years.
A white beam of light spurted out from the 'Eight-edged Magic Mirror' in Song Yuansheng's hand. Song Yuansheng had tried and tested this magic weapon repeatedly.
With a cold snort, a magic weapon appeared in Wang Changrui's hand. It was a silver-white scimitar. The blade was not long, only about two feet, but there was a bloody ripple on the entire blade. This is also the only spiritual weapon in Wang Changrui's hand, the Night Demon Scimitar.
The hand rises and the knife falls. A sharp streak of blood shot towards the white beam of light.
"boom!"
As soon as the two came into contact, a violent loud noise broke out. The white beam of light that had been tried so many times failed this time and was directly scattered by this sharp bloody light.
The 'Eight-Edge Magic Mirror' in Song Yuansheng's hand shook violently for a while and then stopped moving at all. It lay quietly on the palm of Song Yuansheng's hand. The entire 'Eight-edge Magic Mirror' was struck by Wang Changrui. It was somewhat damaged. This was just a spiritual weapon. If it had been a treasure weapon, it would have been broken into pieces. Although the 'Eight-sided Magic Mirror' is not damaged, it must be repaired before it can continue to be used.
The magic weapon was damaged, but Song Yuansheng did not feel distressed at all. As long as it was not directly damaged, it could be repaired and restored. At this moment, his eyes were already looking at Lin Banruo in front of him on the right, because after Wang Changrui swung that sharp knife, he rolled up the afterimage and ran directly towards Lin Banruo.
Wang Changrui looked at Lin Banruo's stunning face and was stunned for a moment at first, and then calmed down. He was only interested in his own strength and some magical creatures. As for women, he didn't care at all. He only had one purpose, to kill The four of them absorbed the essence and blood of the four of them to increase their spiritual power, and at the same time, they took away all the magic treasures from the four of them. They could easily take out one or two spiritual weapons, and there might be something else on them.
Among the four, Zhao Jiuge has been beaten to the ground, and his life and death are unknown, so he can no longer care about it. Song Rujing is setting up the spiritual formation again. There is no threat for the time being, so he can ignore it. The remaining two forest prajna auras are the weakest. His own spiritual energy was consumed too much, so Wang Changrui chose to defeat them one by one, so he moved towards Lin Banruo.
Seeing the afterimage of Wang Changrui's body still moving towards him, Lin Banruo's expression didn't look strange at all, nor was he in any panic. Although he couldn't cope with it, Lin Banruo still tried his best to lift the "Luo Hua" to resist. He had just released the sword energy, which was already consumed a lot, and there was no buffer time, so Lin Banruo couldn't use other means for a while. Can watch this simple way to resist.
"boom…"
There was a muffled sound and a trembling sound in the air. "Luo Hua" was split open by Wang Changrui's 'Night Demon Scimitar'. Although Lin Banruo still held the flying sword in his hand tightly and would not throw it away, but It has bounced to the side of the body.
This time, Wang Changrui had a cruel smile, then opened his mouth, raised the 'Night Demon Scimitar' high in the air, and directed it downwards, slashing Lin Banruo's head from top to bottom.
With Lin Prajna's cold temperament, even at the critical moment when his life was in danger, he did not blink his eyelids and did not look panicked.
But Song Yuansheng nearby was very worried for her, with an anxious expression on his face. At this moment, no means could save Lin Banruo. Even if he had great means, he could not catch the 'Night Demon Scimitar' before it fell. Save Lin Prajna. If this knife really fell, the entire body would be split in half, and even the Nascent Soul in the abdomen would not be able to escape.
The moment the 'Night Demon Scimitar' fell, the cold light on the blade was reflected in Lin Banruo's beautiful eyes. At this time, I don't know if it was an illusion. Lin Banruo's eyes were dazzled by the cold light and she seemed to feel a voice appearing on her body. He blocked her in front of him. Then she felt someone hugging her soft waist, and she realized that this was not an illusion. The cold light from the blade dissipated, and Lin Banruo could clearly see the scene in front of her.
Zhao Jiuge, who was sluggish and pale, just protected her whole body like that. His eyes, which could only be narrowed due to injury, looked at her affectionately. At the same time, he used his body to throw her to the ground. .
Zhao Jiuge was originally knocked out by Wang Changrui. Because of the effect of the Sanskrit Holy Body and the protection of the 'Purple Extreme Hybrid Thunder Armor' on his body, he actually did not suffer much damage. It was only the churning of Qi and blood in his body and the depletion of spiritual power that caused him to behave like this. With a look of embarrassment, he flew backwards for more than ten meters and smashed the edge of the blood pool, which knocked him a little confused. At this time, he woke up a little and saw the scene just now. Then, regardless of the injuries on his body and the depletion of spiritual power, he rushed forward. Flying forward, without using any spiritual power, he directly blocked Lin Banruo with his body!
Song Yuansheng watched in amazement as Zhao Jiuge started from standing up, to flying forward, and finally to holding Lin Banruo in his arms. A series of movements could be described as fluent. But soon, while stunned, Song Yuansheng's heart started to rise again. With this knife strike, Can Zhao Jiuge still end up well
While he was worried, when Song Yuansheng looked at Zhao Jiuge's figure, his eyes couldn't help but be filled with admiration and emotion.
At this moment, Zhao Jiuge is like a moth rushing to a flame. He is a moth, risking his own life for the woman he loves, even if he knows there will be no good end, he still pursues the short-term emotional release.
Wang Changrui had no intention of caring about the emotional affairs between these men and women. Although unexpectedly this boy was not dead yet and suddenly stood in front of Lin Banruo, he did not show mercy at all and continued to swing the knife that fell.
"Pfft..."
A dull sound rang out in this silent cave. Because Zhao Jiuge threw Lin Banruo and fell to the ground, the knife that originally struck his head fell directly on Zhao Jiuge's shoulder and out of his back. Jia's resistance did not cause any serious injuries, but due to the force, the knife directly shattered most of Zhao Jiuge's meridians. The whole person was made worse, and he was seriously injured again, this time more serious than before. His breath seemed to be gone, and he just held onto Lin Banruo's waist tightly and wouldn't let go.
As the saying goes, a man's head or a woman's waist should not be touched, not to mention that Lin Banruo rarely talked to men. At this moment, he felt something strange on his waist. Lin Banruo no longer had the coldness and thunderousness of the past, but He looked at Zhao Jiuge, who was throwing himself in his arms, with dull eyes, looking at this man who was almost completely breathless.
Once upon a time, she also thought about finding a man and woman to spend the rest of her life with, a couple of gods and gods, and a happy world. But with the improvement of her strength, she has given up on all desires and only seeks immortality.
The state of mind that had never shown any ripples until this moment actually fluctuated, but because I was used to being cold, even though my heart was filled with turbulent emotions, there was no expression of excitement on my face. I just looked at Zhao Jiuge in my arms with a somewhat hollow look in my eyes. That pale, delicate face. Her seductive red lips moved, not knowing what she was saying, and then she gently moved Zhao Jiuge from her arms to the ground. Her movements were as gentle as a woman covering her husband with a quilt when they were newlyweds. After doing all this, Lin Banruo said nothing, glanced at the man lying on the ground, stood up and looked at Wang Changrui. There was no anger or excitement in his eyes, but it was precisely this calm look that gave people a more... Lethality!
She had never had any fluctuations in feelings towards men, but this time she felt a little strange towards the man on the ground, and even she herself couldn't explain it clearly. No matter what, the most important thing right now is to kill Wang Changrui!
Song Yuansheng looked at Lin Banruo with a timid look. Seeing Zhao Jiuge injured like this, he blamed himself for not taking good care of Zhao Jiuge. At the same time, he also felt a little guilty because when he came out, as a successor of the sect, he had many life-saving means. It's just that once you use it, you lose it once, and you didn't want to use it at first.
After letting out a sigh of relief, Song Yuansheng decided not to hide his clumsiness this time out of guilt for Zhao Jiuge. Song Rujing's eyes were closed tightly and her brows were furrowed. However, because it took time to set up the spiritual formation, although she felt everything happening around her, she couldn't see how injured Zhao Jiuge was. The longer the spiritual array is deployed, the more powerful it becomes.
The sound of soft footsteps took two steps forward. Lin Banruo put away the 'Luo Hua', looked at Wang Changrui, and took out an item with a spiritual light on his chest.