A faint wind-whistling sound was heard from the depth of the woods.

A closed ring formed by the invisible aura closed in the surroundings tightly. As far as eyes could see, no trace of a living soul could be seen. Only the howling wind disturbed the trees, rustling the branches and leaves, and it also rolled the sand together. The hovering shadow of the trees was like a floating ghost shadow.

A ray of sword light pierced the night amidst the boundless darkness. A dazzling white light glistened on the edge of the sword, the sword body vaguely trembling, and the light became stronger and stronger, as if it was about to break free from the sheath, and made a low creak.

It was Wan Qiu Jian.

Shao Bai sat cross-legged on the ground, with Wan Qiu Jian on his back. The ancient sword, which was ordinary in the daytime, seemed to feel a familiar breath approaching it at this moment and became more and more restless.

Step by step, Yin Xuezhuo walked to Shao Bai’s side while staring straight at him to be more precise Wan Qui Jian, and eventually came in front of him. After staring at it for a moment, he placed his hands on Wan Qiu Jian, and as soon as he held it, his nails grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the black veins on the back of his hand floated, like the rich magic Qi flowing in his body.

The spiritual energy around Wan Qiu Jian became more and more vigorous, and the spell that Shao Bai cast in advance was vulnerable under the inspiration of the soul-soul connection. Standing not far away, Ji Yan saw the golden spell floating on the sheath gradually fade to the point it was about to fail.

After all, Yin Xuezhuo and Wan Qiu Jian were one body.

No one knew the sword better than him, and no one in the world could feel the presence of Yin Xuezhuo than Wan Qui Jian.

Yin Xuezhuo’s eyelashes dropped slightly, and his palms gradually exerted force. As the seconds grew longer, his face became extremely gloomy and his long hair was blown wildly by the wind, and his black robe rattled.

With a “Clang”, the spell suddenly shattered, the sword broke out of its sheath and floated in mid-air. The sword was more dazzling than the moonlight, and it instantly illuminated the world.

The white light was so dazzling that Ji Yan couldn’t help but raised her hand to cover her eyes. As she raised her hand, “Ji Yan!” Yin Xuezhuo’s scream was heard from ahead.

The sword spun through the air; turned its direction in mid-air and spilled towards Ji Yan, just as it did last time!

She froze on the spot and did not respond to his voice, just standing still with wide-opened eyes. There was a buzz in her brain, and the blood all over her body rushed to her brain, completely incapacitated.

Damn it!

Why is it her again? Why does this sword always aim at her?

She didn’t seem to have offended it, did she?

For a moment, she even fascinated about scolding the dog system for not remaining her. The next moment, she worried about Yin Xuezhuo, his strength has not recovered yet. If she was half dead again, could he still hold on? No, if she gets hurt this time, she will not survive, right?

One can hide from the first day of junior high school, but can’t hide from the fifteenth day.

God, why do you want to play with me? ! !

Ji Yan’s pupils shrank slightly, and her heartbeat stopped for a moment as she looked at the oncoming sword. Just as it was meters away, a tall figure stood in front of her and blocked it.

Yin Xuezhuo was faster than a sword, turning into a cloud of black air, covering her in an instant. He held the sharp sword blade with his palm and was pierced with a deep, visible bloodstain. He sneered sullenly, without moving the palm of his hand. The sword pierced into his palm fiercely, but it was hard to move forward.

Ji Yan: “…”

Ji Yan’s scalp tingled at the sight of this.

Yin Xuezhuo’s hands were not made of iron. Does he not feel any pain? Her heart beat violently, and her palm was so painful that she almost suffocated. Bright red blood dripped from Yin Xuezhuo’s palm and was blown into a blood mist by the cold wind, which also stained her as she was hugged in his arms.

“Yin Xuezhuo.” She tugged at his sleeve in a panic, her voice trembled unconsciously, “You, you don’t …”

Don’t what? Don’t block the sword for her?

Not knowing what to say all of a sudden, the pain made her disconcerted. She knew she had to calm down now, but she was very anxious.

Without turning his head, he said coldly: “Shut up.” As soon as the word fell, he also remember that she would also feel pain, and no longer stood in a stalemate. Instantly, he turned into a black mist, and went behind the sword and directly grasped the sword hilt. With a powerful stroke, the sword was stained with his blood, and the light became more dazzling, but it seemed like it didn’t like being held by Yin Xuezhuo’s hand, and struggled frantically.

“That person hasn’t woken up yet. Do you think with your ability you can kill me this time?” Yin Xuezhuo sneered.

Wan Qiu Jian buzzed twice, as if very reluctant, and suddenly rotated 360 degrees in the air, breaking free of his hand.

The sword remained in the air for a moment, and the buzz became louder and louder, as if it was angry, and suddenly changed into countless sword lights, shooting at Yin Xuezhuo from all directions.

Instantly, Yin Xuezhuo turned into a black mist and avoided the attack and the blade passed through the void and cut off countless giant trees around. Surrounded by the sound of trees falling to the ground, splashing the dust, Ji Yan narrowly escaped with the art of lightness but was also choked with a face full of dust.

Wan Qui Jian was still fighting fiercely with Yin Xuezhuo.

Yin Xuezhuo was far stronger than she had imagined. He was so badly injured that he could hardly transform, but now he could still hold back the Wan Qui Jian without losing the wind.

The aura of the wan Qui Jian was overwhelmingly cold and clear compared to the thick black demonic aura that permeated Yin Xuezhuo.

The mix of black and white was unpleasant to the eyes.

The butterfly wings emerged from Yin Xuezhuo’s back, his ten fingers became extremely sharp, and his fingertips scraped over the body of Wan Qiu Jian, without restraining his power in the slightest, countless demonic Qi spread out, just like the evil spirits crawling out of hell.

The blood on his hands was still flowing continuously, and the blood spilled from the corners of his lips, which reflected his face as bright as jade, and his red lips were dazzling.

Oblivious to the pain, he still grasped the blade of Wan Qiu Jian with his hands. The dark red blood dyed his black robe dark red, and he taunted with great interest. “It’s been over three hundred years, but you still make no progress, you idiot.”