Those sounds stimulated the nerves in Bu Hairou's mind.
Si Lieyang, the son of the Emperor of Heaven, and the other elites of the four heavenly forces who followed Bu Hairou were all dejected because of their defeat, but now they are all bent on death!
Si Lieyang said: "Rou'er, they are right. No matter how depressed I, Ling Tian, am, no matter how useless the warriors are, I will not let a woman sacrifice herself to protect us."
Bu Hairou sniffed and looked up at the sky.
"The blazing sun."
As she spoke, tears fell down, "I used to hate Ye Chuyue, but at this moment, I suddenly felt that it would be great if she could create another miracle, but it seems impossible."
No one can create miracles. Without Ye Chuyue, Bu Hairou would not have escaped from the battlefield!
She is also the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven, and she must hold up the sky for Ling Tian's protection, even if she herself will die in hell!
"Give this princess a sword!"
Bu Hairou waved her blood-stained sleeve, "Nan Mengjiao, I am dead, but this princess can only wield her own Sword of Bitter Wind and Bitter Rain!"
Her sword dance is called Qi Feng Bing Yu. When she was a girl, she danced casually and lamented the various changes in the world.
"Get the sword for Princess Hairou."
Nan Mengjiao said.
The maid in green took Bu Hairou's sharp purple sword and handed it to Bu Hairou.
Bu Hairou looked at the Lingtian warrior beside her, stroked the blade of the sword with her long fingers, looked at Si Lieyang and the others, and said: "This dance, let me show you all, it is no longer a miserable wind and rain, its name is Chu Ji."
I hope that today's Lingtian will be like the dawn after the rain, and will no longer be trapped in the miserable wind and bitter rain.
The bleeding and injured young warrior shook his head crazily.
"Rou'er, no-"
Si Lieyang said painfully: "No!"
Bu Hairou's feet were on the ground. Although he didn't have any martial arts in his dantian, he could still use his strength to half-leap up.
The body is like a bow and the crescent moon is dancing in the sky, the long sword is pointing to the energy of the rainbow, and the blue bloody clothes are both hope and hopelessness.
When the soles of her feet landed again, Bu Hairou's upper body leaned down, her left hand caressed the water's edge like a woman in coat, her right hand and the long sword were raised above her head and followed the arc of her back, and the tip of the sword touched the ground below her.
Then it bounced up, and when it turned over in mid-air, its clothes danced wildly like a blue enchantress in full bloom.
The long sword moved like clouds and flowing water, and picked up a coat.
Only the white underwear and private underwear are left!
A cool breeze comes.
Bu Hairou danced with her long sword, her figure blending with the light of the dark night.
Pian Pianran, her inner clothes were torn by the sword and fell to the ground like a goddess scattering flowers.
Bu Hairou's body was only left with the bra-covering bra and very short snow pants.
Her skin is as white as mutton-fat jade, and her legs are also very slender, which together with the bloody wounds on her body form a strong and shocking visual feast.
The last dance is to be naked.
The warriors from the four continents widened their eyes.
"That's it."
Yuan Guihai from Biluo Continent suddenly spoke out.
Bu Hairou no longer picked up the last piece of clothing, her sword energy was finished, and her figure landed gracefully and perfectly.
Even if it is not the last dance, for a woman, being like this now is not much different from being naked. It is a huge insult.
She, a genius, is no different from that promiscuous woman.
But she didn't feel too much humiliation. She stood up straight, holding the sword in her hand. Even if her body was broken, she would guard the Lingtian warrior until the last moment of her life.
"Brother Yuan, are you feeling distressed?"
Nanmeng Jiao asked with a smile.
"I have thousands of ways to kill my enemies, but taking pleasure in humiliating women is not what I, Yuan Guihai, do!" Yuan Guihai said calmly.
Nan Mengjiao shrugged, "It's boring, then just do what Brother Yuan said."
Yuan Guihai stopped talking.
Nan Mengjiao waved her hand, "Go and kill these unsightly trash, I have no interest in it anymore."
"yes!"
The maid in green led a group of people towards Ling Tian's warriors.
Bu Hairou took a step forward and stretched out her long sword: "What are you trying to do? Nan Mengjiao, you promised me that you would let them go back to the mainland after the sword dance and the flowers withered."
"I did promise, but I am the one who breaks my promise."
Nan Mengjiao smiled widely and smashed the cup in her hand on the table: "Let the blood of you and others come to sacrifice my great alliance of warriors from the Four Continents!"
Bu Hairou never thought that the other party would confidently break his words.
She finally understood how ridiculous she was. With such a group of shameless and cunning enemies, how could a Lingtian warrior gain a foothold in the Forest of One Hundred Demons?
"sorry……"
Bu Hairou stood in front of the Lingtian warrior, "I failed to protect you."
She turned around, faced Nan Mengjiao, closed her eyes and shouted loudly: "Nan Mengjiao, I, Bu Hairou, the daughter of the Qilin Emperor, wish to die!"
At this moment, without any unnecessary words or olive branches, she merged with the group of warriors.
"Then...go to hell..."
Nan Mengjiao's face was filled with coldness, and her eyes were filled with deep depression, like a beast without warmth.
Just as the maid in green was about to pierce Hairou's face with her knife, someone kicked down the door of the banquet hall in Bodhi City.
The strong wind rushed in, and a sonorous and cold voice suddenly resounded through the silent night like the sound of thunder:
"Namengjiao!"
"It's not your turn to move my people!"
Suddenly, the sky and the earth were silent, leaving only hurricanes.
Everyone in the banquet hall unanimously followed the sound.
But between the kicked-down doors, there was light in the dark night, a dark-haired woman wearing red clothes and carrying a three-foot magic sword on her back, looking at this carnival feast with bloodthirsty eyes!
Behind her, hundreds of people gathered completely!
"Ye Chuyue! You are not dead!"
Nan Mengjiao stood up suddenly and looked over in shock.
Bu Hairou closed her eyes tightly, then suddenly opened her eyes and looked out the door.
She has never looked forward to the appearance of someone like now.
All the past grudges and hatreds seemed to be wiped out.
The obsession and stubbornness she once had have disappeared.
All this happened just overnight.
Behind her, the Lingtian warriors saw the appearance of that figure, and when they heard Ye Chuyue's name, their dull eyes lit up with the eternal fire of hope!
Chu Yue stepped in, followed closely by the people behind her.
She looked at the Lingtian warrior who was like an animal, the young warrior with five or six bloody holes in his body, and looked at Bu Hairou who was no different from the naked one. Her eyes darkened in an instant. If she had come a moment later, all the Lingtian warriors would have
Will be buried in the four-continent carnival in Bodhi City!
In this world, only beasts would enjoy themselves by humiliating women in every possible way without any grudges or grudges! They would find pleasure in torturing innocent captives!
"Did I give you face?"
Chu Yue suddenly pulled out the Divine Sword that protects the country, bringing up blasts of chilling wind. She looked at Nan Mengjiao with blood-red eyes, her fighting spirit suddenly arose, and the situation changed accordingly!