In the darkness, a pair of extremely cold eyes were reflected brightly by the snow-like aurora.
The trembling murderous intention has already created a heart-wrenching illusion in people's chest. Bailian was shocked, and his eyes were filled with horror. He didn't understand why Yin Baishuang, who was chatting and laughing with him a moment ago, suddenly turned into a terrifying figure.
God of death.
In Binghua's sword light, from the corner of his eye, Bai Lian saw Ying Xiu standing aside, looking at Su Jing in his hand with a bit of probing and a touch of undetectable hatred.
In this murderous atmosphere, the look in his eyes gradually became inexplicably calm.
Yin Baishuang's sword is lighter than a piece of snow, but the bone-chilling chill is like coming from the abyss of the far north, giving people a bone-piercing despair!
Balian's mind was blank at the moment, but the instinct that emerged from the moment of life and death told him that this sword was not aimed at him, but at the unconscious young master of Taixuan Sect.
If he hadn't moved tacitly, Yin Baishuang's chilling sword wouldn't have hit him at all.
He was worry-free in front of Yin Baishuang.
But……
How can it not move?
Balian lowered his eyebrows and quickly raised the thin weight in his hand, leaning on his side. The boy's red clothes and the woman's white clothes were like two-color butterfly wings fluttering at night.
Bai Shang disappeared behind the red robe and was safely hidden, helping her avoid the sword with great danger.
But in this way, with half of his movement, it was inevitable that his chest would brush against Han Zhi's sword blade.
The cold and thin sword edge grazed the red cloth and easily opened the skin between his chest.
The sword edge passed by, but I saw that the sword edge was still silvery white and cold, and there was not a trace of blood on it. Instead, a cloud of light red ice shards vibrated in the air.
The wound seemed very shallow, like a faint frost mark lightly rubbed on pale porcelain.
However, Balian only felt that a large part of his chest was numb and senseless. The slightest movement of his body felt as if cold needles were piercing his entire chest and abdomen. The pain was unbearable.
Yin Baishuang sheathed her sword and stood up, looking coldly at the pale boy whose body was swaying slightly and unsteady: "Want to die?"
Her expression looked very light and calm, but her pupils were extremely deep, filled with terrifying murderous intent.
Balian wanted to speak, but his throat felt as cold and painful as if he had swallowed a needle.
He coughed twice, vomited out two mouthfuls of bloody ice slag, and said in a calm voice, "Girl, please calm down."
"Calm down? Everyone in the world has known that I have been crazy for hundreds of years, and no one dares to persuade me to calm down. If you really want me to calm down, give me the one in white."
Yin Baishuang sneered, and the dim light of intertwined shadows shattered into pieces in her deep pupils, making her look thin and surly. It was obvious that her emotions were on the verge of losing control.
Balian couldn't imagine what would happen to Su Jing in the hands of such a madwoman.
He suppressed the cold sword intent in his chest and said, "I'm sorry, but I obey."
Yin Baishuang smiled instead of being angry: "Sure enough, in this world, those who prefer skin are regardless of race. Do you think you can get her to be grateful to you by using your mantis as a car at the moment and not counting your own capabilities? The first time she wakes up, she kills
you!"
After hearing these threatening words, Bailian's expression calmed down. He smiled slightly at Yin Baishuang and said, "What Miss Yin said is undoubtedly the truth."
"Now that I understand, to still be so lustful is to make me faint, really..." Yin Baishuang's cold and cold eyes settled slightly, and she saw the scar on Bai Lian's mouth under the red dress, and the madness in her eyes was suppressed.
After a while, it turned into confusion: "Love-cutting sword?"
On his heart, there were new wounds stacked on top of old wounds, and the sword marks were still there. One was the fatal wound from the small sword that he had died from during his lifetime, but the heart-breaking pain Su Jing had caused him.
The Love-Severing Sword is by no means a vulgar thing, but the scars it leaves behind cannot be erased even by the corpse demon's healing talent.
Ying Xiu, who had applied medicine to stop the bleeding on his face, couldn't help but look frightened.
There was a sword mark on his heart. Su Jing rarely used the sword. She was so ruthless in killing love. Once she could get her to use the sword to kill him, she would not leave any room for him regardless of his status.
How did this young man survive?
"Has she ever dealt a fatal blow to you?" Yin Baishuang's eyes mocked, as if looking at a fool: "After suffering such a fatal blow at her hands, you still want to fight against me to protect her?"
The strange thing is that Yin Baishuang's eyes were mocking, but indifferently... his murderous intention towards Bailian was significantly reduced.
Even at this moment he is protecting the person she hates the most in her life.
However, Balian's vigilance did not weaken at all. He quietly lifted Su Jing behind him and said calmly: "I have never thought about going against Miss Yin, but I also don't want you to kill anyone.
She is a defenseless person. Since she was rescued from my hands, Si Chen will naturally protect her until she is able to protect herself."
Yin Baishuang said: "In front of me, you don't even have the ability to protect yourself, and you still want to protect others? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you too?"
Bai Lian lowered his head and glanced at the injuries on his chest and said, "If Miss Yin wants to kill me, she can do it now."
Yin Baishuang looked unpredictable. She slowly put down Hanzhi in her hand. The deep murderous intent in her eyes gradually subsided and she said softly: "I won't kill you."
Ying Xiu glanced at her with an incomprehensible look.
Balian said sincerely: "Thank you very much."
The frost is gone and the cold is gone.
Yin Baishuang said: "The sword in your heart pierced very deep, but she didn't hold back at that time. If you hadn't been..." She laughed and said with a dull expression, "You would have been dead."
"Su Jing once wanted to kill you, but now in front of me, you are seeking death to save her. If I kill you, in the end you will still die because of her."
Her eyebrows gradually narrowed and she sneered: "Why should I match her feelings!"
What is the logic of this?
Bai Lian and Ying Xiu looked speechless at the same time.
When Yin Baishuang slowly hung the Hanzhi Sword on her waist, Bailian could clearly see that her knuckles holding the scabbard were turning pale. She was so indignant and unwilling to let Su Jing go.
Jin Sheng once said that these two women have been fighting for more than two hundred years, and every time they meet, there will be a bloody storm. Both sides are fighting for a man.
Who was so unlucky that he was attracted by two such terrifying women at the same time? Balian thought that if he were that person, he would be in mourning within a few days in this battle between dragons and tigers.
Both sides are so strong, it would be scary to choose whoever they choose.
"Since you thank me, then do something for me." Yin Baishuang suddenly said.
Bailian said: "Miss Yin, please tell me."
Yin Baishuang pointed at Su Jing who was hidden behind him, his face grew colder, and he nodded: "She has a two-hundred-year-old Qiankun bag hidden close to her body. Get it for me, and then give it to me."
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