The moonlight is cool, and time flies.

The atmosphere in the master bedroom was still tense, Long Ziyue and the dagger were still facing each other, bright red blood and demonic purple light were eating each other, bound to conquer each other, and they would never die.

The two were opposed, and the blood fell to the ground drop by drop along Long Ziyue's palm. Her cheeks were already as pale as paper, and Long Ziyue's figure was already slightly shaking, but she gritted her teeth fiercely, staring at the dagger in front of her that was obviously weak.

You have to hold on, whoever gives up first will lose, and she can't afford to lose.

The blood-stained red and silver blade exudes palpitating beauty, like a rose on a sharp blade, incomparably bewitching and dazzling.

The blood flowed endlessly, all the way down the hilt of the sword, slashing through the dragon's eyes, the dragon's body, and the dragon's tail, merging into the purple heaven and earth on that side.

Red and purple connected, the dagger suddenly trembled violently, the purple spar at the handle of the knife was full of purple light at this moment, Long Ziyue was startled, she clearly saw that the blood flowing on the dagger was absorbed by the purple spar, and the blood in her body surged uncontrollably to the spar.

No, she has to stop, and if she loses any more blood, she'll die.

Thinking of this, Long Ziyue's left hand suddenly reached out, holding it at his right wrist, and at the same time, his right hand flicked hard to nail the dagger to the door panel, the dagger left his body, Long Ziyue quickly flashed behind the screen, and looked at the dagger vigilantly.

Thrown on the door panel by Long Ziyue, the dagger did not attack again, but sucked the blood on the knife into the spar little by little, and Long Ziyue saw this, tearing off a coat from the screen at random, and tore a strip to wrap the wound indiscriminately.

After absorbing Long Ziyue's blood, the dagger gradually quieted down, and the purple light in the sky slowly converged, Long Ziyue stepped forward and pulled out the dagger. Silver blade, golden hilt, purple hedron ...... No, it's not purple, it's fuchsia!

The purple spar turned purple-red, which ......

Long Ziyue looked at the red spar that was more enchanting than purple in surprise, and her fingers gently stroked it. The place of entry is slippery, a piece is cool, more pure than the best jade, and it is very comfortable to touch.

Feeling the suppleness of the dagger, Long Ziyue breathed a sigh of relief, consumed nearly half of her blood, and finally accepted this treasure weapon, which would be her weapon in the future.

The tense nerves let go, and the dizziness that Long Ziyue forcibly suppressed suddenly hit overwhelmingly, and it was dark in front of her eyes, and Long Ziyue simply fainted.

The wind blew away the cold, and the night was silent.

Not long after Long Ziyue fell into a coma, the dim room suddenly flashed, and two slender figures slowly appeared in the room.

The man on the left was dressed in a golden dragon costume, dazzling, with long golden hair that was windless and automatic, noble and gorgeous, and half of his golden mask covered half of his face, revealing only thin red lips and elegant chin.

The person on the right is dressed in a moon-colored silver shirt, full of brilliance, and his long ink-colored hair hangs down softly. A silver mask obscured all of his countenance, and only the eyes that were as gentle as water could be seen.

The black-haired man raised his slender fingers and gently removed the silver mask from his face, revealing a captivating face in the air.

Pure as a lotus, not stained with dust, gentle and modest, like a fairy.

The narrow eyes swept over the slender body on the ground, and the fairy-like man's gaze turned to the blonde man, and asked lightly: "Burn, is this girl her?" ”

The blonde man rolled his gaze slightly, his deep eyes staring at Long Ziyue, and a cold voice spat out from his red lips.

"The Phantom Recognizes Her"

Hearing this, the black-haired man hooked the corners of his lips slightly, his narrow eyes glanced at Long Ziyue again, his good-looking eyebrows frowned slightly, and he walked lightly in front of Long Ziyue, squatted down, and stretched out his hand to touch Long Ziyue's eyebrows.

"How can it be so weak? I don't have the slightest spiritual power, this ...... Hey? ”

The man let out a startled sigh, his right hand left Long Ziyue's eyebrows, held her wrist, and a trace of silver air flowed into Long Ziyue's body with a slight movement of his fingertips.

The air flow flashed out and then returned to the man's palm.

The black-haired man raised his eyes, looking at the gray air flow in his palm that was wrapped in his spiritual power and constantly struggling, and his indifferent eyes flashed with surprise for the first time.

"It's ...... Bone Eater Seal Spirit Poison? ”