Chapter 505

Blood seeped out from the wound and dyed the skirt of Gu Yun red. The Phoenix plume after drinking blood turned bright red. It reflected the burning brilliance in the rising sun. It was very beautiful.

Gu Yun's face suddenly turned pale. Even though she was used to suffering pain, her body was pierced, which was painful after all. Moreover, Feng Ling Zhengyuan kept sucking her blood, but after a few breaths, Gu Yun had seriously lost too much blood.

After adapting to the dizziness, Gu Yun pulled out the phoenix feather inserted in the butterfly bone without expression.

This action exhausted all her strength.

As Feng Ling left, blood splashed out from the wound immediately.

Ling Qingchen hurriedly stops bleeding for Gu Yun and clenches his teeth. However, the wound hurt by Feng Ling can not stop bleeding with ordinary wound medicine, but also speeds up the blood flow. In a moment, Ling Qingchen's snow white clothes are stained with a lot of red, which is very dazzling.

Ling Qingchen's hand was trembling slightly. Gu Yun suddenly grabbed his hand. There was only peace in her icy eyes. She said, "don't panic, I'm fine!"

Gu Yun's voice could not hide her weakness, but even so, her tone was still sonorous.

No matter when and where, Gu Yun never shows weakness.

Ling Qingchen was stunned when he heard the speech, and his voice was bitter: "how can you not panic!" At this moment, his voice is not cold, only pure worry.

After Gu Yun reminded him, he suddenly found that he had been too flustered to find the direction.

Ling Qingchen pressed Gu Yun's shoulder. Another Gu Yun who wanted to struggle to continue to fight sat back. He said seriously: "Gu Yun, I can fight!"

With that, before Gu Yun could say anything more, Ling Qingchen took out his ice Li sword and blocked him in front of Gu Yun. Under the cold white jade mask, Ling Qingchen's clear pupils turned into sacred silver, as if they were full of Yuehua.

The man stares at Ling Qingchen coldly, picks his eyebrows and smiles, sarcastically opens his mouth: "just because you want to be my opponent?"

"It's up to me!" When Ling Qingchen finished, he took the lead in launching an attack. The combination of spiritual power and divine power lingered around the ice Li sword, and a sword shadow attacked the man.

The man took out a gorgeous feather fan with bright colors from his wide sleeves, opened it with a brush, and gently opened it. A gust of vigorous wind swept through and swept everything. Before those who were subject to coercion reacted, they were swept up by the fierce and urgent wind.

Baililan nine immediately shouted, "hold on to each other's hands!"

In the strong wind, they are as small as a grain of dust. No one knows where they will be rolled in the next second. Therefore, only by grasping each other's hands will they not be blown away.

Guban held Nalan Xue's hand tightly. While eating the dust in the strong wind, he laboriously opened his mouth and tried to find his voice: "don't be afraid, I'm here."

The roar of the wind had covered the sound of Guban, but Nalan Xue caught it in the wind. She smiled comfortingly at him, but at this time, she felt that her facial expression should be distorted, so she could only shake her head to indicate that she was not afraid.

For the man, Ling Qingchen is naturally not an opponent. The sword shadow collides with the vigorous wind and is twisted out in an instant. The strong air flow hits Ling Qingchen. Ling Qingchen only feels the surge of Qi and blood and can't control a mouthful of painstaking blood.

Ling Qingchen knelt on one knee with Bingli sword, and the blood dyed his lips Yin red, adding to the demonization.