Big brother is as beautiful as scum [Transmigration Book]

Hong Hui's eyes flickered, his figure burst out, and he saw a blood mist filling the air, and a black flower light pierced the sky in an instant. Under the fierce offensive, it seemed that there were countless resentful spirits breeding and lingering, trying to drag the target down to the underworld .

At the moment when the light was dim and blood was filling, Jing Li's figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air, disappearing in place like a ghost.

Of course, Hong Hui would not let Jing Li get close to him anymore. With a swish of his arm, he retracted the swung black iron stick and turned to sweep across his body. The place where the stick passed caused ripples, blocking the movement of others. At the same time, it can force hidden targets to appear.

Hong Hui swiped across with his stick, and at the same time focused his ears, listening carefully to the subtle movements.

However, he had been on guard for a long time, but the waiting figure never appeared.A series of transparent ripples oscillated in the air, but there was no sign of hitting the target.

This kind of anxiety that has been waiting for a long time, but the target he has been waiting for has never appeared, made Hong Hui really feel aggrieved, but he became more determined to give the other party a good look. Holding the Xuantian stick in the posture of covering the sky and covering the sun, he used it brazenly. In an instant, the entire sky was covered with the afterimage of the long black stick.

Where the black iron rod passed, there was no shelter for anything.

Hong Hui waved the black iron stick and shouted, "Come out! Are you people from the Nine Flowers Sect so courageous? Come out!"

After shouting like this two or three times, the whole sky above the ice field recalled his yelling and the dense sound of piercing through the sky, but there was still no sign of the target.

The so-called exhaustion after one bout of energy.

First, in order to force Jing Li out, Hong Hui used all his strength unreservedly. It was fine once or twice, but after tossing for a long time, he still couldn't see anyone. Whether it was mentally or physically, it was hard to avoid. A sense of exhaustion.

Hong Hui couldn't help but gasped for breath, and secretly wondered where this person was, and he couldn't force him out with such threats.

At this moment, a brilliant sword light flashed in the night sky, and quietly submerged into the bloody mist.

Suddenly there was a muffled groan in the air, a spray of blood splashed in the air, and a wounded figure fell from the empty mountain.

Hong Hui rolled on the spot, propped himself up with a stick, stood up covering his shoulders, and looked at the figure floating not far in front of him with resentment. Embarrassment formed a stark contrast.

"Pooh!"

Hong Hui spat out the blood in his mouth, held a long stick, and rushed forward with a sneer.

Jing Li swung his sword unhurriedly, that movement was unbelievably slow in front of Hong Hui's eyes, he secretly laughed in his heart, it turned out to be just a show, and the black iron stick in his hand immediately pointed towards Jing Li's body from a tricky angle. The temples swung forward.

The thick and long body carried the unique icy air on the ice field, and blasted the target's head brazenly.

A smile appeared on Hong Hui's face, "Haha, you... poof!"

The severe pain from his body forced him to turn his eyes away from the target, lowered his head in a daze, and looked at the blood gushing out of his chest in disbelief, not only the chest, arms, waist, legs, but almost Every part of the body has wounds, and blood is constantly gushing out.

Hong Hui said hoarsely, "How...how is it possible..."

Jing Li's sword just now obviously didn't hit him, didn't it?why still...

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from his temple instantly.

He finally remembered that it wasn't that the opponent's sword missed him, but that the sword disappeared.

That extremely slow sword, after being swung, just disappeared.

Hong Hui stiffened his neck and raised his head hesitantly. After seeing the surrounding situation clearly, his pupils shrank suddenly—the thin and sharp sword was aimed at him, and there was nowhere to escape. There are sharp blades in one direction. Under the reflection of the moonlight and the ice surface, each sword seems to be coated with a layer of hazy silver light. It looks like a series of moonlights that have condensed into entities, elegant and elegant. Cold, with the breath of death.

The ubiquitous Jian Feng reminded him that there was nowhere to escape.

That's the outcome.

Hong Hui looked at Jing Li unwillingly, looking at the black iron rod that was only an inch away from smashing the opponent's head to pieces, the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably, as if he wanted to laugh, but couldn't. Come out, with trembling arms, wanting to move the long stick closer to the left.

"!—"

Countless sounds of breaking through the air, with the sound of tearing silk, sounded almost at the same time.

Countless blood flowers burst into the air, like a flower infused with blood.

A figure fell from countless sharp blades and smashed heavily into the ice, with widened eyes, it seemed to be complaining about unwillingness.

A gust of wind passed by, and Hong Hui's body gradually became cold...

Jing Li looked at Hong Hui's body that was gradually covered by frost, and waved his hands. The countless sharp blades were poured back into the Illusory Ziliu Golden Sword in an upside-down manner. color.

Turning his face and looking to the east, his line of sight happened to meet Cang Qi, he was taken aback for a moment, then looked again, with the place where Cang Qi was located as the center, a vacuum zone was formed with a radius of several miles, lying on the ice in disorder took a slice.

Jing Li looked at the one under his feet again, and scratched his face.

……

That night, the ice field was almost stained red with blood, and countless blood cooled and solidified on the ice surface.

When the white belly appeared in the east, the already stained ice surface lay down in disorder, in addition to those members of the Xuantian Sect who reaped the consequences of their own evil, the large troops composed of many sects were also included—— Tired .

In this battle, due to adequate preparations, although there were several seriously injured disciples, fortunately, none of them lost their lives.

After the crisis was resolved, everyone swallowed the elixir, or healed their wounds, or collapsed on the spot, and fell asleep directly from exhaustion, regardless of whether their bodies were clean or not, and who were around them.

Only Jingli and the other five were still awake, silently dealing with the aftermath of everyone, and being vigilant by the way.

Although most of Xuantianzong's troops were lost here, not all of them were after all, except for the elder guarding the exit, there were a few people who were also missing.

Nan Xing picked up a Jiuhua Sect disciple who was sleeping on the corpse regardless of his care, threw it on the clean ice, and said, "I asked around, but the other eight didn't get in touch with him either. , I wondered, isn’t there still a few people on our side who haven’t come here, did they meet on both sides.”

He was talking about Huo Tianlu who was the only one who was absent among the top ten masters.

Anyone who hasn't shown up yet...

Jing Li raised his face and thought for a while, let alone, there are quite a few acquaintances who are not here, Ziling, Zhizhi, Xiao Mang haven't seen anyone, not even Wen Renyi, the others don't know what to do , but it feels like, even if these people meet that Huo Tianlu, there should be no problem, um... maybe Ziling's sister is a little unreliable...

All the members of Guiyimen have arrived at this meeting, but Xi Wenfei didn't worry much about his family, so he said, "Your junior brother, haven't you been in touch yet?"

Nan Xing nodded. In fact, if Wenren Yizhen and Huo Tianlu meet, he is not worried - because according to the information he has, that Huo Tianlu is not the opponent of the former, and he is afraid that the former will be unlucky and meet another elders.

But after thinking about it, although I still can't get in touch, the communication talisman is still in good condition, not broken, and it is estimated that nothing will go wrong.

The five of them quickly cleaned up the mess. The sun had gradually risen, but those disciples were still sleeping soundly, and they didn't wake them up. The high position of the fundus, sit down and drink fish soup...

On the other side of Tianlan Secret Realm——

"how come……"

Before the whole sentence was finished, he swallowed his breath.

His wide-open eyes fixed on the person in front of him, the expression in his eyes was full of unwillingness, and finally gradually dimmed, and he no longer had the freshness before.

The body fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, the bright red blood intertwined with the yellow-brown soil, outlining a distorted texture.

Panting, Ziling took a while to recover, put away the jade-colored nine-section whip in her hand, looked to her side, a little shy, "That... thank you, I was saved by you again, really... He hesitated for a while, then suddenly thought of something, hurriedly took out something from the bracelet on his wrist, ran over and handed it to the other party, "I'm sorry to have troubled you so many times, please accept it this."

He just poured down a bottle of elixir and waited for the spiritual power to recover in his body. Hearing this, he opened his eyes, glanced at the object in Ziling's hand, and didn't answer. After putting the object away, he left again. Going to Huo Tianlu's body, he unceremoniously took away the storage bag from his body, and disappeared from Ziling's sight.

Ziling scratched her face and sighed inexplicably.

"Hey……"

Recently, I have been unlucky enough to encounter some things. At the same time, I feel that my maintenance is not good enough. Several times it is others who help me.

"I can't go on like this..." Ziling said to himself, no matter what, he is also the eldest disciple of Biqing Pavilion, and the matter of the Undersea Demon Palace, several juniors and sisters have all died, the master will be heartbroken, if he doesn't add Work hard, something will happen one day, and the master will be sad again - after all, it is not always so lucky to meet others to help.

But speaking of it, it seems that he owes Jiuhuazong a lot of favors.

Ziling raised her face and counted, from Jing Li to Cang Qi to Wen Renyi...

But just after the latter accepted the thank you gift, Ziling heaved a sigh of relief, then wrinkled his face and sighed, feeling that he owed Jing Li several times.

Just as he was thinking about it, his heart moved suddenly, and he took out a messenger talisman. After seeing who sent the message, he suddenly became happy again, "Oh, it's Senior Brother Jing Li..."