Jielan’s calm face is like an iceberg reflecting in the snow: “Today you have to pay for what you have done, even if you give up my life, I will use your blood to pay tribute to his soul.” Her language did not have the slightest warmth. Like the hardest ice in this snow-capped mountain.
The red robe guest smiled coldly: "Really? But he is really a fool who doesn't know what is good or bad."
As soon as he stretched out his hand, the Fire Dragon Bird spread its wings and lunged at Jie Lan. The huge impact was pressing on Jie Lan, she jumped into the air, summoned the blue spirit stick, and slammed on the top of the fire dragon bird's head. A blue light enveloped the snow-white world, but the fire dragon bird just staggered a few steps, and it neighed. , The sound was so sharp that it seemed to cut people's body and mind. Jie Lan only felt restless in her body. She covered her ears, but the sound still passed through the skin like the wind, through the eyes and rushed into the body.
"Only this level? Even the magic sound can't resist, and I want to fight us? It's ridiculous."
Jielan's trembling lips tore apart, and blue blood dripped down the corners of her mouth and melted into the snow.
Kong Jing saw Jielan's blood color, and couldn't help frowning, her index finger trembled slightly, and the red robe fluttered in the snow wind, covering his awe-inspiring expression.
The light of the moon print on Jielan’s forehead became brighter and brighter, and the whole person was enveloped in blue light, and the blue air in her hands also condensed. She suddenly felt the blood all over her body boil, controlling her body, Jie Lan turned towards the fire dragon. With a wave of the bird, five crescent blue blades flashed past, tearing the fire dragon bird into pieces and dissipating in the snow.
Kong Jing's eyebrows were slightly condensed with a layer of mist. He looked at the timid blue woman in front of him, and he no longer dared to underestimate: "You really are the Blue Devils?" His voice was obviously trembling.
Jie Lan hated being associated with the magic word. She took a step forward, and the spiritual power between her fingers did not dissipate: "The word monster is only for you, let go of that girl."
Kong Jing's cold face did not ripple. He still twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled weirdly: "Win or lose is still uncertain, I will take orders from you, but she is really an innocent woman."
He waved his big hand to the sky, and a bronze long sword appeared in his hand with the light, the sword reflected the snow, with a desolate murderous intent.
That'Broken Cloud Sword' was polished out by the best sword maker's sword teeth. Although it was a sword that he thought was flawed and abandoned, but even so, it was rarely an enemy.
He leaped up and stabbed straight towards Jie Lan, and the sword aura rushed towards Jie Lan like a turbulent current. She couldn't help but back up, and the snow under her feet slid out a long pit.
Blue blood flowed down the corners of her mouth, and the placket of her chest was torn apart. Jie Lan's vision gradually blurred, but she still held on because she couldn't fall down here. She wanted to avenge the evildoer and find the white devil. Blood.
The white-clothed girl who was bound by the petty soul rope looked at Jie Lan, who was fighting for her life, and her tight heartstrings had reached the limit. She knew that if this continued like this, the blue-clothed girl would only die under the "Breaking Cloud Sword", but She can't let her die.
She chanted the spell, and the string of snow beads she wore on her neck glowed. It took off and flew towards the'Poyun Sword' like a shooting star, and finally reattached it again, suffocating the'Poyun Sword'. Jian Qi.