Zuo Dao raised his sword and sealed it. After the swords clashed, Bai Xueyin flew sideways, tiptoed on the rockery, and then flew towards Zuo Dao.

Yan Hui was startled by the snow.

Back then outside Luzhou City, Bai Xueyin had used this move to deal with An Xiaohan. Now facing Zuo Dao, she once again resorted to this unique move.

Attacking the enemy by one thousand will result in eight hundred losses. She was determined to die and tried to severely injure Zuo Dao before she died. Even if it didn't work, she would buy time for Lan Qiao and Feng Yeling.

Although she has broken through to the fourth level of Qiankun Art, Zuo Dao is still one of the top masters in the world, and his Fierce Sun Sword Technique is also the fateful natural enemy of Huan Xue Sword Technique.

One is the cold and wet of ice and snow, the other is the dry heat of thousands of miles of yellow sand. Both of their unique skills are to restrain each other at the most fundamental level. At this time, the only thing that determines the outcome is the level of skill.

Zuo Dao has been galloping around the world for more than thirty years, and his magical skills are unfathomable. In the third year of Jianwen, when Lan Ruohai, Xu Qiuyu, Leng Han and others were removed from the list of celebrities, he was a pinnacle existence that ordinary people could not look up to.

He swung out the Magic Ink Sword in his hand, and a blazing gust of wind immediately blew away the snow mist on the Bai Xueyin Sword.

The strong wind blew through the rain curtain, making Bai Xueyin feel like he was in the middle of a desert scorched by the scorching sun for an instant. Not only was Yan Hui Jingxue's sword force invisible, but there were also flaws everywhere in his body.

The left knife suddenly turned around and hit Bai Xueyin's left ribs hard with the back of the knife.

Bai Xueyin screamed miserably, raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, then fell to the ground.

The blood stained her clothes red, and it was difficult to wash them off despite the heavy rain.

The left sword was sheathed, and he slowly walked up to Bai Xueyin and looked down at her face.

Bai Xueyin used her remaining strength to get up again. The left knife hit her with a knee on her lower abdomen. She immediately stooped like a shrimp and fell down staggeringly.

"Stop struggling." Zuo Dao sighed softly, "If I hadn't turned the blade just now, you would have reported to the Lord of Hell."

Bai Xueyin's breath was weak and her face was pale as she said, "Then why didn't you kill me?"

"Because I want you to die slowly." Zuo Dao's tone suddenly became extremely terrifying. He approached Bai Xueyin's ear with a ferocious face and said, "I want you to suffer all kinds of torture and the fear when death is approaching."

and despair, and finally died in endless pain.”

He concentrated his power on his right palm and hit Bai Xueyin's heart fiercely, saying viciously: "This is the Divine Fire Palm. Think of Chen Yuqian, and Hua Feng. Now that I have no son, none of you will be able to live well."

Bai Xueyin felt a violent surge of true energy invade from her heart, rushing through her limbs and bones like a wild galloping horse, tearing at her fragile meridians.

Her whole body was filled with heart-wrenching pain, like being bitten by thousands of ants, like being attacked by a hundred poisons, or like being grinded repeatedly in her body by hot sand. She was covered in cold sweat from the pain, and she wanted to moan, but couldn't make a sound.

She suddenly understood why Hua Feng felt desperate that night in Chushui City.

Maybe dying under that water gate would be a relief for him.

Her eyes were bloodshot, she straightened her legs and her body was trembling.

"Yes, that's it." Zuo Dao squatted beside Bai Xueyin, carefully observed her painful expression, and said with satisfaction, "This palm power will not kill you immediately, but it will torture you repeatedly and make you vulnerable.

You are as vulnerable as a piece of paper. It can take as long as half a year, or as short as three months. When your meridians are riddled with holes, you will die in infinite despair, and even gods can't save you."

Bai Xueyin heard what Lan Qiao told about Chen Yuqian and Hua Feng. At that time, she was afraid of the terrible palm technique of Zuo Dao, which was specially used to torture the enemy. She didn't expect that she would be hit by it now, and she couldn't help but feel even more sad.

The huge pain tortured her like waves, causing her to twist wildly in the water on the ground, like a stranded fish, causing countless splashes.

Zuo Dao smiled coldly and was about to stand up when he suddenly saw a piece of ice-like zhenqi coming towards his waist. He quickly drew his sword out of its sheath and slashed at the mass of qi.

Of course it was Murong Ying who came.

After instructing Tang Li and Lu Xueyu to support Lan Qiao, he came to find Zuo Dao alone.

The hatred of Hua Feng, the hatred of Broken Arm, he was going to end it with Zuo Dao right here and now.

The qi mirror was shattered inch by inch.

Zuodao stood tall and looked coldly at Murong Ying who walked out of the rain curtain.

Murong Ying didn't waste any time, she waved her left palm continuously, and the three qi mirrors attacked her left saber again.

The aura mirror cut through the rain curtain and flew out three tangible trajectories in the air.

Zuo Dao's Huanmo Sword slashed left and right, breaking two qi mirrors. When he saw the third qi mirror flying in front of him, he punched it, and part of his qi energy was bounced back by the qi mirror, and his whole body was shaken.

When Murong Ying saw the flaw in her left sword, she waved two more Qi mirrors regardless of the huge consumption of her own power.

The two zhenqi mirrors were like twisted hemp ropes, rotating and intertwined to attack the left sword.

Zuo Dao didn't know whether he had recovered from the exhaustion just now. He shouted in a hurry and kicked the two Qi mirrors with two flying legs. Then he used the force to fly back and dived deep into the rain curtain.

Murong Ying wanted to chase her, but when she saw Bai Xueyin falling to the ground in extreme pain, she hurriedly asked: "How are you?"

Bai Xueyin put her elbows on the ground, struggled to sit up, and gasped violently: "It's the God's Palm of Fire."

"You" Murong Ying's eyes flashed, and after a moment of silence, he sighed and said: "This left knife is really harmful to people. Hua Feng and Chen last year..."

"I know, I know everything." Bai Xueyin lowered his head and said, "Actually, I was supposed to die in Zuo Dao's hands, and now he has given me half a year of life, so it's not a loss."

"But do you know what kind of life you have to face in the past six months?" Murong Ying pursed her lips tightly, her face extremely serious, "The pain you are suffering now will occur every three to two days. Life is worse than death.

"

Bai Xueyin tried her best to squeeze out a smile and said, "But at least we rescued Sister Feng. I can still afford the price."

"Silly girl, you know how to show off your strength." Murong Ying shook her head and laughed, took out a pill from her arms and stuffed it into Bai Xueyin's hand and said, "Take this."

Bai Xueyin said doubtfully: "This is"

"This is the Ice Lotus Snow Essence Pill, the holy healing medicine of our Huashan Sect." Murong Ying smiled kindly, "This is the only one left in the world. If you take it, no matter how serious the injury is, you will be able to recover."

Of course Bai Xueyin knew the weight of the pill in his hand. Leng Han was able to leave Jinan with an Ice Lotus Snow Essence Pill. If Hua Feng could have taken this pill earlier, he might have been able to avoid dying in Chu.

Under the water gate of Shuicheng.

She glanced at Murong Ying gratefully, who smiled and said: "No matter how precious the medicine is, it is used to save people. You are not an outsider. Don't feel pressure. Take it to relieve the pain first."

"Master Murong," Bai Xueyin glanced at Murong Ying again, choked with sobs and said, "I'm not worthy."

"Don't say stupid things." Murong Ying advised softly, "If you are really embarrassed, I"

"Behind the master!" Before he could finish his sentence, Bai Xueyin interrupted him with a scream. Murong Ying turned around and saw Bian Chengjian holding the dark Xuanji Sword through the rain curtain and quietly attacking.

His lower back.

Murong Ying suddenly turned around and cut the edge of the Xuanji Sword with the sharpest stroke of her hand. The Border City Arrow was shaken and flew back.

"Take the medicine quickly and I'll deal with him." Murong Ying said as she waved her palms, and the Qi Mirror followed like a shadow to attack the border city arrows.

Bai Xueyin tremblingly held the pill to her mouth, and just when she was about to open her mouth, she suddenly saw a flash of golden light from the corner of her eye, and a gold chain dart poked out from behind her.
Chapter completed!