Nine Heavens

night.

It should be quiet, people who are tired all day, relieve the fatigue of the day.

night.

It should be beautiful, especially the night with the moon, the moon in the sky, the moon in the water, and the moon in the shape of a crescent lake.

However……

However, sand and rocks were flying in the sky above the Jade Mausoleum in Longyun Mountain. The dust swirled and turned into dark clouds.

Suddenly the world fell into boundless darkness...

The moon is in the sky, the moon is in the water, and the moon in the shape of the crescent lake is gone.

Because the moon is gone, the night is no longer beautiful.

night.

It revealed its true colors, its ferocious face!

The ferocious face roared, and the violent thunder that shook the sky and the earth tore apart the hypocritical veil of the night.

Daodao lightning is its inhuman soul, this soul, it wants to be bloodthirsty.

The little girl never knew that there was such a time in the night, she was so frightened that she cried:

"woo woo woo woo······

Brother Yuanfang, Brother Yuanfang, Brother Qianlang, Brother Qianlang... Come and save me!

Woooo..."

Frightened, desperate.

The little girl's cries echoed in the dark night sky.

Thunder, lightning, pouring rain.

The little girl's cries were drowned out by the ferocity of the night.

The drenched little girl was trembling with tears streaming down her face.

But her tears were immediately swallowed up by the rain that continuously flowed from her forehead.

When the devil kills, he doesn't like people crying.

How could it rain like this in March in Yangchun?

The little girl has never experienced it at such a young age, but the White Faced Tiger King has experienced it, and I don't know how many times she has experienced it.

Weng hum...

The blue sword pierced from the slanting air with a whistling sound.

It draws a beautiful arc, a very beautiful arc, but the purpose of this beautiful arc is to kill people, the target is the white-faced tiger king.

Under the pitch-black night sky, the azure blue color of the sword is even more eye-catching.

The white-faced tiger king had to admit that this color was really charming.

Even if he died in this blue brilliance, the white-faced tiger king thought he would have no regrets or shame.

The Lancui sword of the Xinghua Nine Swords has been sleeping for countless years since the prehistoric era, and its power has not diminished at all, and it is still so overbearing.

In the time of chaos and prehistoric times, it is unknown how many so-called gods, gods, monsters and ghosts died under its blade.

Now, after countless years, it and the other eight Xinghua emerald swords reappeared, rushing out of the emerald mausoleum.

The Lancui sword stopped in front of the little girl's chest, shooting out a cloud of cold blue ice.

But Lan Cuijian was not in a hurry to attack, the blue ice mass was glowing with ghostly cold smoke.

Lan Cui screamed, her sword light looked down on the white-faced tiger king.

And the White-faced Tiger King also pressed towards Lan Cuijian with cold eyes.

At the same time, the white-faced tiger king recovered his huge body.

Shaking lightly, he sent the little girl a hundred feet away, and sealed the little girl with a layer of faint blue protective energy.

The two looked at each other, changing angles constantly.

The white-faced tiger king ascended into the void, his whole body was filled with silver brilliance, and the blue emerald sword buzzed and neighed.

Spectacular, that is the arrogance of the overlord fighting for the world.

Admiration, that is the admiration of the world's sworn enemies, the praise of mutual heroes.

Memories, the picture at this time is like a reappearance hundreds of millions of years ago!

After looking at each other for a long time.

The blue color of the Lancui sword gradually deepened, and the brilliance of the whole body began to fluctuate, and the fluctuating speed became faster and faster.

Because of the violent rotation, the Lancui sword brought up wind clusters around it, and these wind clusters turned into fierce cold wind.

And the cloud of cold blue light quickly turned upside down, and the blue cold smoke quickly froze, forming countless blue ice swords.

With a sudden flick of the sword, the blue light cluster and the ice sword pushed straight towards the white-faced tiger king with overwhelming momentum.

The White-faced Tiger King had long been prepared.

He knew that this battle was inevitable, because the White-faced Tiger King knew that the owner of the Lancui Sword was a so-called righteous man.

It doesn't allow a demon tiger like itself to lie in the little girl's arms, it only thinks that it wants to hurt the little girl.

The icy eyes of the white-faced tiger king instantly hit people with cold air, and countless ice cones and cold swords shot out from its eyes, and the cold sword screamed.

The ice cone cold sword swirled a gust of wind, rushing towards Lan Cui sword with a roar!

...

After bursts of landslides and landslides, icicles fell all over the sky, just like festive fireworks, except that there are only two colors of blue and silver.

The little girl who was tens of feet away was staring blankly at everything in front of her.

It's like a nightmare, where death and new life collide so contradictoryly!

How to understand all this, the sky is pouring with rain, but my body suddenly feels warm and comfortable, and there is no rain anymore.

The raindrops seemed to be hiding from me, and changed direction when they came to me. Why is there a film on the outside of my body? Why does he seem to be in a ball? Why did I suddenly get so far away from Huhu? Why did that sword kill him? How can a tiger's eyes send out swords?

The little girl frowned and stared at everything in the distance, her heart was full of confusion.

The falling ice flowers gradually stopped, and the blue green sword in the void was still intact, without any damage.

The white-faced Tiger King held his head up against the sky, his cold eyes full of disdain.

After a low whistling of the blue emerald sword, the sword gang twisted crazily, and the body of the sword expanded rapidly until it was more than a hundred feet long, and it turned into a long blue dragon in a trance.

Rolling and moving among the clouds, the dragon's eyes shot out brightly, its four claws ran, and the cold light between its toes shone.

The blue emerald dragon roared and flew towards Longyun Mountain, swimming among the peaks like lightning.

But the white-faced tiger king followed, his body swelled to more than a hundred feet, and he stepped on the four peaks of Longyun Mountain and glared at the swimming blue dragon.

After hearing a few howls, the two giant beasts began to bite.

The little girl saw from a distance in the middle of the peak of Longyun Mountain, two flashes of light intertwined and twisted into a ball, and the sound of landslides and ground cracks could be heard from time to time.

Monsters are fighting, time is passing.

After an unknown amount of time, a silver light shot from the side of the little girl, immediately revealing its original shape, this silver light was the White Faced Tiger King.

It's just that the white-faced Tiger King in front of him is covered in injuries, and the coldness in his eyes is gone, and it has dimmed.

Blood was bleeding from the corner of its mouth, its body was shaking violently, coughing non-stop, and bleeding non-stop.

Although it was a beast, the blood was also bright red. In the dark, under the occasional lightning, the little girl saw what kind of blood it was. Seeing the blood, the little girl was in pain.

The heavy rain mercilessly hit the little girl's head and body.

For some reason, the moment the white-faced tiger king fell, the membrane on the little girl's body disappeared.

That layer of film was gone, and heavy rain raged on the little girl.

It's so cold, the little girl said to herself.

The white-faced Tiger King was still spitting blood, and the brief flash of lightning made that white face even paler.

The white-faced Tiger King looked at the little girl with blank eyes, but he seemed infinitely pleased and satisfied.

It smiled, and the pale face was covered with wrinkles. The little girl saw it, and only the little girl knew it was laughing.

The white-faced tiger king knew that the little girl knew her own smile, and this kind of smile belonged only to her, and that was enough.

Since the prehistoric times, this is the only person who has saved herself and allowed herself to exist. It is worth dying for her.

The White-faced Tiger King knew that the Lancui Sword was going to cut off his head in the next moment, but he didn't have a trace of fear or regret.

The White Faced Tiger King felt very gratified to be able to die under the hero's sword and to die for his confidant!

The white-faced Tiger King closed his eyes, calmly waiting for that moment.

With a whistling sound, the Blue Emerald Sword appeared above the White Faced Tiger King, but the blue color was much dimmer, and the aura of the sword was faint, suddenly becoming like smoke.

After staying for a while, the Lan Cui sword slowly stabbed at the throat of the White-faced Tiger King, not knowing whether it was powerless or unbearable.

When the Lan Cui sword approached the throat of the White-faced Tiger King, the tremor stayed for a long time, and then suddenly stabbed hard.

"ah!"

With a heart-piercing cry, the little girl stood straight in front of the white-faced tiger king, and the Lancui sword had pierced her heart!