When he sat on the side of the ring and counted to the last color, the dark shadow behind him suddenly appeared, and he felt panicked for no reason, he didn't wait to turn his head to see what it was, and struggled to pounce on Nalan to break the wind, and the two of them immediately rolled out.

"Stinky monk, what is ......" Nalan Zhifeng was slammed by this, and the wounds on his body that had not yet dried were suddenly stabbed and unbearable, he couldn't stand it and wanted to scold just now, but saw a sword as black as black ink standing straight on the place where the two of them were originally sitting.

Bai Luofeng hung his head, and Jiekong couldn't see Bai Luofeng's demeanor under his gloomy face: he knelt on one knee, grasped the hilt of the sword with five fingers in one hand, and the blade of the ink sword slipped in the direction of Jiekong;

"Bai Luofeng, what are you doing!" Jiekong vented his dissatisfaction from afar.

Over there, Bai Luofeng slowly raised his head and looked at the two people who were still complaining in the distance, his legs pressed heavily on the ground, and he flicked up with his hand in the pit, and Mo Ming was then pulled out of the ground, and the human sword seemed to be a heavy arrow flying out.

Seeing that the situation was abnormal, Nalan Zhifeng grabbed the empty clothes and threw him behind him, and faced him with his sword. In a relatively instant, Bai Luofeng's unshiny double beads fell into his eyes, and Nalan Zhifeng secretly said in his heart that it was not good-the evil sword devouring the master!

Hongyu's Yin Qi, which he couldn't get rid of in the end, took advantage of Bai Luofeng's consciousness to take away his body. If he is allowed to go on wantonly, Bai Luofeng's already fragmented body will definitely be overwhelmed and lose his strength and die.

The abstinence from empty cultivation of Buddha is not deep, and there has never been Hongyu's pure yang righteousness of dispelling evil and avoiding yin, and now the only way is to restrain Bai Luofeng first and then escort him back to Wanhua Valley. Even if Nalan Zhifeng knows this well, he can drag this tired body and his heart is more than enough.

Bai Luofeng didn't talk about swordsmanship at all at this time, he simply held the sword and stabbed out, and retracted the two movements, even so it made Nalan Zhifeng miserable, he didn't want to hurt Bai Luofeng, so he could only dodge again and again.

At the same time, Bai Luofeng's shouts with a majestic overlapping voice echoed in the closed Climbing Cave, as if several people were speaking at the same time in all directions, making Nalan uneasy.

Finally, Nalan was drained of energy, and his consciousness flickered and he wanted to try his best to get away, but the ink sword in front of him was still impenetrable and chased after him, and a sound of breaking wind passed by his ears, and he felt that the body of the ink sword was so close that it was almost on his eyelids.

Jiekong was in a hurry, but the chaotic scene made him unable to intervene, several times he sneaked up behind Bai Luofeng to try to stun him, but he didn't expect Bai Luofeng's body to be like a ghost, extremely light and agile, but let himself almost hit Nalan Folding.

At this moment, he saw Nalan Feng dodge Bai Luofeng's personal sword, and when he was relieved for him in his heart, a change suddenly appeared, and Mo Ming actually appeared in an instant, with corrosive black qi and high flames burning towards Nalan's eyes!

The screams shook the surface of the water in the Lonely Cold Pool, and the water-avoiding sword in Nalan Zhifeng's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and he directly covered his eyes with both hands and knelt on the ground and rolled over and over.

With a terrifying murderous intent, Mo Ming seized the opportunity, pointed his sword at the center of his eyebrows, and walked through the wind without hesitation.

"Bai Luofeng!" A sound comparable to spring thunder on the flat ground made the mountains shake in the Climbing Cave, and the roar of the Quan Kong Hong Bell was unconsciously mixed with the Buddha's qi and transmitted into Bai Luofeng's ears.

The tip of Mo Ming's sword had already pressed against Nalan Zhifeng's forehead and pierced the skin, but at this moment, he stopped attacking, and a slight blood streak slid down Nalan's face.

"Quit the void... Quick!" Bai Luofeng, who was originally numb and godless, showed a struggling look on his face, he seized the fleeting opportunity, and the sword in his hand was raised high, completely penetrating the other palm heavily, and he could no longer easily pull it out in a short period of time.

After quitting the empty Buddha's palm, he hit Bai Luofeng on the back of the neck, and the crazy Bai Luofeng's eyes rolled and fell down, and beside him was Nalan Fengfeng, who died in pain.

"Luofeng, break the wind, let's go, let's go home. ”

Jiekong put the two of them on his shoulders a little bit, wrinkled the bridge of his nose, gritted his front teeth, limped and moved out of the cave........

In the dead of night, the branches reflected the full moon, and three figures gradually poked out on the mountain road covered with snow and salt under the scattered dark clouds, moving with difficulty towards the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers.

"Division... Master..."The little monk shouldered the two of them, and when he heard the sound of the heavy door being pushed open, he didn't have time to see who was coming in front of him, so he instinctively stretched out his hand and stretched it forward, but his trembling legs could no longer support it at this moment, and he fell down with a trembling cry.

Nalan Zhifeng pushed open the door of Bai Luofeng's resting room, and after seeing that the people on the bed still didn't make any sound, he sat down on the tea chair next to him and poured tea for himself.

Behind him, Bai Luofeng suddenly opened his eyes, he had actually woken up a long time ago, his eyes were staring straight at the bed beam, and he smiled bitterly in the silence: "Alas, obviously the place where I didn't dare to come the most, I didn't expect to be sent over in the end." ”

Nalan didn't respond, put down the teacup and got up, as if he wanted to leave.

"Back then, I'm really sorry......" Bai Luofeng on the bed struggled to stand up and spit out a sentence with difficulty.

Nalan stopped in mid-air, and after a moment, he replied in a tone that he didn't care about, "You are also here to help me get the eight-colored snow lotus." Besides, we shouldn't be in love with each other, should we?"

Today's repetition of the past made him feel troubled, he didn't tell Ji Zilian the whole story, he only told the eight-colored snow lotus that she saved her life, and didn't mention anything about the damage to her soul.

He really didn't blame Bai Luofeng? Maybe. Ten years of darkness followed, and he always comforted himself that he had just exchanged a pair of eyes for Ji Zilian's life, it was worth it! But no matter how many times he was annoyed why he lost his eyes.

After that night, Bai Luofeng, who knew the truth, knelt down outside the door to Nalan Zhifeng, who was still unconscious inside, and quietly left the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers with guilt.

There are only two points left in Ji Zilian's body, and the seven spirits have also been weakened a lot, because of the spirit of the master's consciousness, Ji Zilian only has the memory of seven or eight years old, but because of this, she is reduced to the heart of a child, and the desire in her heart is much less than that of ordinary adults, making it extremely safe to take the eight-colored snow lotus, and there is no danger to survive this danger.

Hongyu took pity on her for breaking the Buddha vows when she recovered from a serious illness, and told her that Nalan Yanbei took Zhao Weiying to visit friends.

But the matter of Zhifeng's blindness can't be hidden from her, Jiekong doesn't know the situation, to be honest, it was Bai Luofeng who hurt Nalan, but before he could explain clearly, Ji Zilian left angrily, and closed the door and no longer saw Jiekong and Hongyu.

Jiekong was instructed by Hongyu not to tell Ji Zilian about the eight-colored snow lotus and her soul about the breakage, and there were even more sufferings, but he never expected that this misunderstanding would be ten years long.

"Zhifeng, you and I have searched so many places over the years, when did you hear a good way to repair your soul?" Bai Luofeng stared at Nalan Zhifeng's unmoved back, and suddenly asked, "A life must last a hundred years, Wanhua Valley is your place after all, don't say that you don't know her heart for you, is it possible that you can't find a way to avoid her for the rest of your life?"

There was no sound in the room again, and even the sound of tea rippling against the wall of the cup could be heard.

"There's always a way... There will be a way..."As if after the Spring and Autumn Period, Nalan Zhifeng stared at the swaying bonsai outside the door, he had always been lonely and cold as a sword, and he couldn't move, he actually muttered in a low voice: "I'm just a blind person, and now I only remember what she looks like vaguely..."