The Demonic Sound Messenger can clearly see the person who made the move.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Xiner swung the long whip in her hand and took the magic flute. As long as the magic sound did not sound, it would be much harder for the magic sound messenger to deal with hundreds of soldiers.
"What a delicate whip!" The magic sound messenger had to sigh. The weapon in Lin Xiner's hand could be seen at a glance as being made of fine thousand-year-old vines.
Made of whip wind, combined with Lin Xiner's skills, it is very powerful.
The Demonic Sound Messenger should prevent himself from being hit by retreating to avoid the long rattan rope while waving his jade flute to resist.
"Crack!"
The whip is like a fierce snake that bites the jade flute.
The hand holding the jade flute of the Demonic Sound Messenger trembled.
The two fought for a moment before Leng Yanqiu and Huangfu Yan Chong came after them.
Lin Xiner avoided it again, gave way to the Demonic Sound Messenger, and leaned against the inside of the cliff.
Everyone was besieging the magic sound messenger, and no one noticed where Lin Xiner was standing, or that she was already gone.
The Demonic Sound Messenger was forced to the edge of a cliff, and there was only one opponent on the edge of the cliff.
This is the cliff Lin Xiner once jumped over.
The Demonic Voice Messenger knows this. Is it a coincidence or intentional that he is forced to come here this time?
But faced with the pressing pressure of two masters, Leng Yanqiu and Huangfu Yanchong, and the encirclement of hundreds of soldiers, if he didn't escape, he would be trapped. Although he could withstand it for a while, over time, he
I can't afford it either.
It's just a cliff. With his light-shifting phantom, he can easily climb down without being hurt. This is his only escape route.
The Demonic Sound Messenger didn't have time to think about it, put away his jade flute, and jumped down the cliff.
In the eyes of the soldiers, he seemed to suddenly disappear on the edge of the cliff.
Huangfu Yanchong and Leng Yanqiu chased to the edge of the cliff and looked down. The dusk was deep and there was no trace of them.
At this time, Xiao Yishan also arrived with people, and someone reported to him.
"Is it okay to jump off the cliff like this?" Xiao Yishan walked to the edge of the cliff and asked.
"Xin'er said that if you want to capture him, you will definitely be able to capture him." Huangfu Yanchong said.
"I'll go down and take a look." Leng Yanqiu said, then jumped down the cliff.
But his speed was very slow, and he climbed on the rock wall as much as possible, as if he was exploring something.
Huangfu Yanchong knelt down and paid careful attention to Leng Yanqiu's movements. He could still see clearly when he was close to the edge of the cliff.
However, the lower you go, the deeper it sinks into the dusk, making it impossible to see.
"General Xiao, order people to search under the cliff. I will go down first." Huangfu Yan stood up and said.
Then he followed the rock wall and carefully jumped down the cliff.
Huangfu Yan rushed through the clouds and mist, and his hand that was climbing down the rock wall came across a rope. He tried to pull it. The rope was quite strong, and one end was embedded in the rock crevice. There should be no problem in pulling it down.
Huangfu Yanchong didn't know if Leng Yanqiu also used this rope to go down. Anyway, he used this rope to slide down more easily.
This rope is very long. Loosen the end and go down with bare hands in a short time to reach the bottom of the cliff.
The wind at the bottom of the cliff was cold and biting, and smelled of blood.
Huangfu Yanchong saw Lin Xiner and Leng Yanqiu standing in the snow, with messy footprints around them.
The Demonic Voice Messenger was twitching at their feet, and his body was covered with snowflakes, as if he was stuck in a snow pit.
The snow pit was very loose, but it seemed difficult for the Demonic Sound Messenger to climb out and stand up. The jasper-colored flute fell not far from him, but he couldn't hold it.
Huangfu Yan rushed over, picked up the jade flute, and walked to them.
The Demonic Sound Messenger's waist was seriously injured, and a short knife was still inserted into his body, with the entire blade embedded in it, leaving only the bare handle.
Huangfu Yanchong recognized that it was the one Lin Xiner prepared to take with her before leaving the Holy Palace.
The bright red blood spread out from the Demonic Voice Messenger's body and fell on the snow, like red plums blooming in winter, but the sky was already dark, and it looked even more desolate and enchanting as the night came.
"Magic Sound Messenger, how does it feel to waste your power?" Lin Xiner asked, with a cold smile on her lips. It seemed that as soon as she spoke, the coldness condensed the cold wind and snow at the bottom of the cliff, making people tremble.
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On the ground, the evil man's charm was gone, but there was an injured person, a helpless weakling lingering.
"You win." The voice of the Demonic Voice Messenger was weak.
This kind of pain was something he had never experienced before, but from Lin Xiner's questions, he knew that she was very familiar with this. But there were too many mysteries about her that he didn't know about, such as when he suddenly fell down and fell.
He was hit by a knife. He had no idea where the knife came from. The only thing that was certain was that he fell into Lin Xiner's hands today, and there was no way he could live or die!
Wu Mohai, who has always been arrogant and impressive, never expected that such a day would come to him!
He was defeated at the hands of the daughter of one of the people Bing'er hated the most. To Bing'er, it was like being stabbed by the enemy again. No matter whether he could see Bing'er alive or not, Bing'er knew all this and treated her
It's all hurt again.
It was obvious that their plan was perfect, and they were obviously in charge of all this, but I never expected that Lin Xiner had the ability to fight back so hard!
Doubts, unwillingness, worries...all kinds of consciousness were mixed in the mind of the magic sound user, making him unable to care, or in other words, ignored the pain.
"You know clearly that a trap has been dug for you but you still have to jump. This should be a common method you use to deal with people, right?" Lin Xin'er smiled, squatted down, and looked closely at the magic sound messenger, "If she knew how I would deal with you,
What will happen? I’m curious about how deep the relationship between you is?”
If such a person keeps showing up and rushing to the front, their relationship must not be simple.
It seemed like someone was watching the theater on the other side when she and Jingxuan were seriously hurt.
Now she has become a theatergoer, is it for revenge, or is it to force "her" out and let "her" come to her in person?
"She will definitely make your death worse..." The demonic sound user's purple lips trembled, he lost his power and fell on the snow, seriously injured, which made him feel very cold, very cold...
He knew that although he was not the person Bing'er loved, she would definitely punish Lin Xiner for herself. At this point, it was no longer as simple as killing someone, the heavier punishment would be endless torture.
This is also the harm those people once inflicted on Bing'er.
"You really believe in Xia Yubing." Lin Xiner straightened up and sneered.
Is it just like she once trusted and loved Master so much? But it is somewhat different from the feelings that the children raised by "her" have, right?
The Demonic Voice Messenger was slightly startled. He did not expect Lin Xiner to say this name accurately.
They all thought that no clues about Bing'er would be left in the capital. The hypocritical dog emperor and the people who had harmed Bing'er would not leave anything about Bing'er. In their eyes, Bing'er was a
Who would have thought that she is still alive in the world among people who have long since died or even been forgotten?