Wen Hanwei held his wrist with her backhand, her face as pale as a ghost, but her eyes as bright as sparks.
The killing move that temporarily stabilized the consciousness of the Golden Immortal, looking at the entire world, it was a brilliant achievement that shocked the world.
But she didn't feel proud or excited about it.
The fighting spirit in her extremely bright eyes remained as she said: "The sword technique you used just now does not seem to be a human sword."
Of course it is not a human sword.
The Kunlun calligraphy technique that Bai Lian learned from the Queen Mother Jun can activate the magical power of the ancient god of the Bronze Gate.
"This sword is taken from the sword of the ancient god Hua Xu."
Wen Hanwei has never heard of the name Hua Xu, who has been forgotten by all living beings in the long history, but she also knows what the ancient god means.
She asked seriously: "Your sword seems to be able to connect with my Tao realm."
Balian knew what she wanted to say, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said conservatively: "I can still slash three swords."
Wen Hanwei smiled lightly: "In this case, I am willing to use my Tao realm to hear your details and kill his appearance with three swords, so that he will not go to Qingyun!"
At night, the woman in white has a clear smile and bright eyes!
The corners of Balian's lips curled up, and the fighting spirit in his eyes did not diminish at all. He opened his palms, and the sword fell into his palms.
Baiyang Faxiang is extremely angry, and the sound of thunder is everywhere!
Wen Hanwei performed the secret again, her spiritual power burning, and golden spiritual brilliance splashing out from the spiritual power nodes around her body.
The mountains beneath my feet shook, and my energy flowed out very quickly, but the spiritual power in the world was inexhaustible.
She is like a golden sun on the top of the mountain, her breath blending with the sky.
Balian swept his sword and stood up, causing two deep cuts in the space.
They were two clear and terrifying sword intentions, like two majestic green mountains rising straight up into the sky, or like two fingers of a god forming sword fingers, straight into the sky.
This is one of the strongest sword styles among the Huaxu Swordsmanship, the "Zhaitian Palace" evolved from Jianzi Jue.
The gods live in the sky, the sword picks up the heavenly palace, and the immortal falls down.
Baili An and Wen Hanwei's auras are now integrated into one, with the human world under their feet and the rootless golden immortal Dharma image far away from the Nine Heavens above their heads.
They are stacked one on top of another, extremely gorgeous, like the sun rising in winter. Although slow and distant, it is the natural law of the four seasons of heaven and earth, and even gods and gods cannot stop it.
Jinxian Dharmaxiang has such rich combat experience that he felt the strange and terrifying aura coming from the human world almost at the first moment.
His reunited palms clasped together, like heaven and earth uniting, destroying all living beings.
The world supports hundreds of thousands of feet of mortal world, and Balian has already pointed forward, and the sword style changes again at that moment.
"Pillow the mountains and rivers."
"Sky Lantern Traveling around the World."
"Three photos with the clothes on my back."
The three moves of the Huaxu Sword were completed in the blink of an eye, and the green sword struck the giant palms like rain against the sky.
As a result, the giant Dharma Palm has countless rust-like deep traces, and its thick texture is no longer. Although it is still huge, it gives people a feeling of thinness and brittleness.
The edge of Bailian's sword collided with his closed palms, and the energy of the two green dragons was born on the sword. The Taishang Dao Qing Sword Technique seemed to be at its peak.
There was a loud bang.
The two palms of Dharma are stretched out, and finally the sword is held in Zhaitian Palace.
Thousands of thunders forged his body, and Balian's physical body seemed to collapse, but the tip of the sword in his hand used the thunder to pull out a beautiful sword flower.
The golden and green sword flowers are placed on the shoulders of the Dharma.
The petals are withering, and the Dharma is also withering, just like a decaying heavenly palace collapsing.
Wen Hanwei's spiritual power was exhausted, and the dharma images of the hundred thousand mountains under her feet were stretched to the extreme and disappeared into nothing in an instant.
She fell from the sky.
The sword in Balian's hand also slipped out of his hand, and thunder and lightning flew away from the cracked wound on his body, occasionally exploding into a handful of minced meat, which looked extremely miserable.
He groaned and his body turned upside down in mid-air.
He stepped hard with his toes, and the clouds on his feet exploded.
He fell like a sharp drop of rain, catching Wen Hanwei who was completely cold in mid-air.
In the end, both of them lost their strength and fell to the earth.
Fortunately, the place where she fell was a thick and soft meadow. Balian was placed under her body, his body tightly wrapped around her, and he rolled down the sloping hillside.
Grass clippings stain your clothes, and your skin is wet from late dew.
The two of them rolled all the way to the bottom of the hillside, hugging each other tightly and then separated a little.
Wen Hanwei lay on Bai Lian's chest, and before she let go of her frowning eyebrows, she vomited a small mouthful of blood.
The spray sprayed on Balian's cheeks, and the stars were scattered, making the young man's handsome face look a little pale and enchanting in the night.
Balian felt severe pain all over his body, but he still couldn't help but joked:
"Based on the principle of not wasting it, I should have opened my mouth just now to take this mouthful of blood. It's my fault that I didn't react in time and missed it in vain."
The energy and blood in Wen Hanwei's chest were boiling fiercely at this moment, which showed the terror of the Golden Immortal. Just a spell could force the two of them into such a situation.
But when he suddenly heard these words, the sweet, sour taste that originally surged up in his throat was blocked by Balian's teasing laugh.
She trembled all over, her expression was indescribably awkward, and she resisted the urge to continue vomiting blood.
The two of them stared at each other, and the atmosphere was quiet for a moment. Finally, they burst into laughter at the same time.
Wen Hanwei was not used to lying on a man's body in such an ambiguous position, so she wanted to turn over and lie down beside Balian.
But as soon as he made a move, his waist was pressed down by Balian's cold hands.
"You have an injury on your back, don't move it."
The orb under Balian's neck turned from red to green, the water rippled, and his fingertips were immediately covered with a layer of blue.
The cold fingertips were even more warm and cool, and Wen Hanwei felt that his fingers were as cool as a piece of paper soaked in rain.
Her back suddenly tensed, and the wound became more and more painful, and she subconsciously wanted to struggle to get up.
But her waist was tightly held by his arms, and Balian's face was pressed against her shoulder.
The corpse demon simply didn't need to breathe, and there was no vague sound of breathing in his ears and temples.
Balian's movements were extremely gentle. After all, the wound on her back was so deep that it could touch the bones.
Although he was assisted by Sishui Shenyuan, in the face of such an injury, Balian did not dare to be radical in his treatment methods.
The fingertips were filled with blue luster, and they were slowly and gently scratched between the cold lower back skin exposed by the torn clothes.
The movement is as gentle as fine velvet, gently falling on the cracked white jade that is not stained by fine dust, crossing the slender and thin ridges, and rubbing the low and delicate waist.
It moves through the skin inch by inch, like a feather gently scratching.
Even though both of them had innocent thoughts at the moment, Wen Hanwei still subconsciously wanted to avoid that cold hand.
It's really strange, it's obviously healing, and it feels extremely comfortable being massaged by that finger.
But Wen Hanwei was inexplicably tortured to the point where she felt restless and restless, as if she didn't belong to her at all.
A strange coolness spreads in the wound, soothing the pain. Occasionally, when it touches the cracked spine, it will bring a strange stinging pain.
Gradually, the stretched body began to tremble slightly as the fingertips wandered around.
Sishui Shenyuan really has a miraculous effect. The scar spread like a ferocious blood-red centipede slowly heals under his fingers, forming a thin red line, making the snow-white skin look even more fragile.
It's just that Jinxian's blow was really terrifying. The wound almost penetrated her entire back, and she didn't receive any treatment.
She then forcibly used Huayan Qingjing and summoned a hundred thousand mountain spirits to fight against the Golden Immortal.
Even when he is in peak condition without any injuries, his body will still suffer huge strain.
Not to mention that his body suffered such serious injuries.
The deep laceration spread extremely long. It must have been violently torn open during the battle, and it actually spread along the waist to the bottom of the buttocks.
Balian concentrated on using the power of the Sishui Divine Source to heal her injuries. He consumed a huge amount of mental energy and was not distracted by the spread of the injury.
Until that finger traced a patch of soft and plump snow, and then gently slid down along the wound...
Wen Hanwei's slender and trembling fingers suddenly disturbed the clothes on Bailian's chest, and she gasped for breath.
The pale face showed a faint rosiness, and the expression was happy but also painful. The whole person bounced almost uncontrollably, and a pair of amber eyes were full of vulnerability and uneasiness.
The crescent moon between the fingers that tightly grasped his shirt became increasingly clear and pink.
She was trembling, pursed her lips, her eyes were wet, and instead of being cold, there was actually a sense of pity and tenderness in them.
Balian suddenly came to his senses at that throb, his eyes widened suddenly, and he quickly retracted his hand.
Wen Hanwei also quickly pushed Bailian away, propped herself up, and covered her buttocks with her hands helplessly, her breathing disordered.
Balian looked at her messy hair, wet with sweat, sticking to her slender white neck, her eyes full of confusion and confusion.
He opened his mouth, intending to explain, but Wen Hanwei interrupted him in a panic, his eyes evasive and said:
"I...I'm feeling better. You should heal yourself quickly. Just now I saw Xiao An that you were also seriously injured."
Balian wisely kept her mouth shut and didn't mention the matter. Knowing that she must be extremely embarrassed at this moment, she also hurriedly avoided the topic and said: "How come Sister Wen is here."
After all, the evil spirits at Yundu Villa are not considered a serious task in the eyes of outsiders. They should be regarded as something that people like Taixuan Jiujing who cannot afford to bother to come forward to solve.
Wen Hanwei took out a new robe from the Qiankun bag and put it on her body, her face gradually returned to its normal color:
"It's just a random task. The entrustment from Yundu Villa was very urgent. There happened to be no one at the mountain gate to take it, so I took it."
I'm afraid it's not that there happens to be no one at the mountain gate to answer, but that most of the disciples in Taixuan Sect look down upon such a request.
But no one could have imagined that such a small commission would actually contain dangers of the level of Jinxian.
Fortunately, the person who came today was Wen Hanwei. If it had been anyone else, he would have known that he was not as good as the Jinxian and could not afford to offend him, so he would have allowed that man to leave and continue to cause trouble in the mortal world.
Wen Hanwei looked at Balian's pale face, hesitated for a moment, and then said:
"I heard about the Tianxi Sword Sect. Su Jing thought you were dead. In the following years, she seemed to be crazy and obsessed with breaking into the Dark Continent without permission, which angered Princess Si Li.
You know, she was already haunted by inner demons, and she lost most of her life by forcing herself through the tribulation.
Her current lifespan is probably not as long as that of a mortal, yet she is torturing herself so much at all costs.
Although I don't like her, as her only friend, I don't want her to make mistakes all her life."
Balian was sitting cross-legged and adjusting his breath. Hearing these words, he couldn't help but fall into silence.
Back when he was traveling in Guishan, he knew that Su Jing would suffer from frequent health emergencies.
If the soul is injured and the spiritual consciousness is damaged, the soul will become extremely unstable. The physical body cannot control the three souls and seven souls, and some sinister things will always take advantage of it.
When she was a teenager, she had incomplete six senses and was uneducated in the world, all because she was persecuted by the black qi of the demon clan.
She practiced Taixuanzong's supreme technique, the Dafutu Jue, the most taboo technique, and she almost took over all of it by herself.
The Nine-Sutra White Lotus means the Supreme Pure Path, but she has a deep purple stamen deep inside the lotus.
Just as Wen Hanwei worries, I am afraid that if I am not careful, I will fall into the devil's path and be destroyed forever.
Wen Hanwei added: "I know that Su Jing's behavior was too radical back then. I don't mean to absolve her of her guilt. I..."
Bailian raised his head to interrupt what she was about to say, smiled gently at Wen Hanwei, and said seriously:
"Sister Wen, don't worry, I have no intention of turning a blind eye to Su Jing."
He didn't seem to have given any promise, but Wen Hanwei knew that since he agreed to this, he would definitely not ignore Su Jing.
Since Balian is willing to take care of Su Jing, her final situation will not be much worse.
He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, his eyebrows relaxed a little, and he asked again:
"I saw that Palace Master Yin Shao was also with you. Now that you can be together, I'm really happy for you. But who is the woman next to you? With all due respect..."
Wen Hanwei said: "I see that the two of you behave very close to each other, it seems that this is not an ordinary friendship."
Bai Lian knew what she wanted to ask, so he laughed and said, "That's my grandma."
Wen Hanwei was really surprised: "Your mother?! Empress Ying Ji of the Zhongyou Dynasty?!"
Bailian said: "It's a long story. I lost my body during the Chaos Valley disaster three years ago, and I need to go to Shifang City to find it back as soon as possible.
Now that my identity is sensitive, I can't show myself in front of the world, so I need to walk around the world as Ying Xiu.
But Shifang City doesn’t seem to welcome Ying Xiu, so if I want to enter the city, I have to fabricate a new identity.”
Wen Hanwei looked at his new appearance: "I see. If that's the case, then if you use your identity as a disciple of my Taixuan Sect and move within Shifang City, there won't be any big problems."
She took out a ruby bell from the Qiankun Bag and handed it to Balian: "This is the token of my direct disciple of Taixuan Sect."
Balian shook the bell in his hand, dumbfounded: "Sister Wen, are you planning to accept me as your disciple?"
The masters of the Nine Classics of Taixuan all have the qualifications to recruit disciples and enjoy special privileges.
Anyone who can enter the Taixuan Nine Meridian Eyes does not need to pass the layers of selection and assessment.
He can even directly bypass the inner disciples and become a personal disciple, managing hundreds of disciples of the sect.
However, the Taixuan Nine Classics can only accept at most three direct disciples to its name.
Wen Hanwei did not take this honor seriously:
"It's just a name. It's just to deal with the sect. Besides, my temperament is not suitable for accepting disciples. These bells are just decorations."
Balian nodded and put the bell away.
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