Because of that slap, the wound cracked deeper, half of her cheek was covered in blood, and the splashes of blood were reflected, which was particularly vivid compared to the blood-colored skin.

Balian tightened his fingers, and his expression was not very good either. He hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, grabbed Fang Geyu's thin wrist, and wiped the blood on her palm.

Fang Geyu looked very calm at the moment, but through the palm of his hand, Balian could still feel the trembling and vibrating wrist bones under her thin and tight skin, as if she was trying her best to hold back something.

Jiujiu sighed and slowly turned around. She was slapped in public, but the look on her face was still cold and indifferent.

He even looked at Balian very calmly and asked politely: "Do you have any extra handkerchiefs?"

Although Yinghuo Doll has the ability to heal itself, the Shifang Sword is indeed a sharp weapon that can destroy her.

If you are injured by this sword, the wound will not heal easily.

Bailian was angry that Jiujiu used Fang Geyu's deceased mother to attack her. In response to her question, he just frowned and said: "When you cut your face, you didn't prepare a handkerchief for your face in advance."

Son?"

Jiujiu's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were filled with a faint smile: "You are worried about me."

Balian's brows deepened.

Jiujiu said again: "That's fine, forget it if you don't have it."

She threw the Shifang Sword on the ground and gently wiped the injured cheek with her fingertips.

The cold white fingertips are stained with blood, like rouge on the hand, scarlet and cold white, contrasting with each other.

She gently twisted her fingertips to slowly spread the blood.

The cold light of the runes flowing on the huge crystal surface hit her face. Although the skin reflected by the blood was still beautiful, it had a gloomy temperament for no reason.

Like a ghost in July and a half.

Jiujiu breathed out slowly, his eyes boring: "Forget it, that's it..."

As soon as the cold and melodious final notes fell, the place where Ninety-Nine stood turned into an afterimage, leaving only a few twisted and cold rays of light that continued to refract in the afterimage.

At this moment, all the sounds in this space seemed to fall into silence.

A chill suddenly rose up in Bai Lian's head. He seemed to have noticed something. With his eyes focused deeply, he already pushed Fang Geyu away steadily with one hand.

Holding Minkun's hand, there was a sound of thunder, and a terrifying ripple of light rose up, like a waterfall rushing against the current!

The end, which was as blunt as a heavy hammer, suddenly rose upwards.

Under the cold light flowing in the space, a graceful and graceful finger tapped lightly on the heavy hammer with bright patterns and fell down.

A slender and graceful finger came with a devastating weight like a collapse of the sky. The clothes between Bailian's arms holding Minkun exploded into ashes inch by inch. Even the body of the corpse demon and the skin between the arms seemed to have been eroded by time.

Like an eroded wall, traces of cracks spread out.

"oh?"

Bailian's pupils dilated, and the cold voice of Ninety-Nine came to his ears.

"It has only been half a month since I last saw you, and you have already broken through to the realm of Heshen. No wonder you can take over my finger."

Obviously, the original intention of Jiujiu's attack this time was to cripple one of Balian's arms.

She hummed softly: "But it's all in vain."

The fingers that were resting on Min Kun gently pressed down, and Min Kun suddenly burst out with the divine light weapon pattern of actively protecting the Lord.

But the brightness only bloomed for a moment before it was suppressed by the terrifying finger force, and the silence was suddenly extinguished.

Balian felt as if the bones of his entire arm were being crushed inch by inch, and bright red blood rushed out from the cracked marks.

The arm holding Minkun was completely suppressed and drooped with no strength.

In the interplay of talisman lights, Bailian saw that Jiujiu's dark eyes were still cold and devoid of any emotion.
Chapter completed!