After the transformation, I became the white moonlight of good and evil

Song Ming'an and the other man held the talismans in their hands and could clearly sense that the mark in front of them was getting closer.

Its aura changed direction several times, but it was unable to shake off the two. It stopped completely in one place soon, obviously knowing that it could not shake off the two and was waiting for them to arrive.

"Junior sister, be careful."

The long sword behind Song Mingan moved to his palm and his expression was solemn.

The demon cultivator who can break through layers of blockades to this point is no ordinary person. He must be extremely vigilant to prevent any accidents.

The tracking mark was getting closer and closer, and both of them took out their flying swords and stared at the front.

After passing through the dense woods, the front suddenly opened up to reveal an open space several meters wide. Under the moonlight, the cold color floating on his body was reflected, and the mottled spots stained his clothes darkly.

嘤咛~

I saw the woman in a thin red silk gauze dress curled up at the roots of a tree. Her bare long legs looked exceptionally white under the reflection of the stars, and even the bright moon hanging high in the night was eclipsed by them.

At first glance, one could only see the red corners of her clothes tucked in front of her chest, as if she was naked.

The witch raised her hand and touched the wound on her shoulder with her slender white fingers. Her body trembled in severe pain and she let out a cry of pain that made people think of something fishy.

When they heard the voice, Song Mingan and his junior sister couldn't help but be attracted by it. They relaxed a little from their caution and looked at the delicate figure with some sympathy in their eyes.

The edge in Song Mingan's hand softened, and he was about to slowly put down his stance.

wrong!

Song Mingan's sword heart trembled, and a sharp intention rushed into his mind. In an instant, he drove away this unreasonable softness and wiped out the pity in his eyes.

Charm?

Song Mingan's eyes darkened, revealing a chill. She was indeed a demonic witch, only capable of such a petty trick.

The jade bracelet on the wrist of Junior Sister Ji Yue beside him sensed that her owner was under a spell, and it gave off a slight chill that helped her get rid of the spell.

She blinked her big eyes and shook her head slightly. Although she was awake, there was still surprise and admiration in her eyes when she looked at the female cultivator who was curled up in a ball.

What she was most dissatisfied with was her own cute appearance. She was very envious of the tall female cultivators in the sect and often fantasized about when she could wear a set of slimming robes.

The female cultivator was just curled up under the tree, her exposed slender body was beyond her reach. Her cherry-like mouth opened in surprise, revealing her white pearly teeth.

Song Mingan didn't think as much as his junior sister did, and he knew that it was better to strike first. The long sword in his hand rolled up a strong wind, and the sword energy burst out, crushing the surrounding branches and leaves into small pieces.

"Demon, take this!"

Song Ming'an came with a sword in his hand, his eyes flashing with sword light as he took in the woman's sight. As long as she made the slightest movement, she would not be able to escape his clear sword heart.

Even at a distance of several feet, Yu Fei felt as if there were thorns on her body, and her delicate skin was slightly painful under the influence of the sword intent.

The sword intention of the sword cultivator in front of him was pure and even better than that of the young man just now. He relied on his divine thoughts to arouse the pity of the two cultivators and do something seductive for a while. He never thought that they would see through him at the same time.

Now I really have no choice.

Concubine Yu felt increasingly depressed.

Despair spread in my heart, and I was afraid I would have to stay here.

He slowly raised his face, his eyes red but with a hint of stubbornness.

God is not on my side, what can I do?

The distance of several feet was reached in the blink of an eye. As the man and the sword became one, the witch's movements seemed to be frozen. Her shoulders trembled and she raised her face little by little.

Her long hair was tied up with a jade hairpin on her head, and the black hair on her temples was blown by the sword wind, revealing a face that made him dream.

This immediately made his heart skip a beat.

His eyes were bright and the tearful look in them seemed to bring him back to several years ago.

The girl had a young figure, but she was holding a long sword pointing at her chest, and her phoenix eyes were filled with hatred and stubbornness.

The words he said were full of determination: "Give up, I am Brother Rong'er's person! Even if I die, I will not leave Brother Rong'er's side!"

Fei'er!

His pupils shrank sharply.

No, could it be an illusion?

No, it's not an illusion!

It’s really Fei’er!!

Seeing the sword blade about to slide across her snow-white neck, Song Ming'an felt a sudden chill in his heart, and with his whole body full of spiritual energy agitated, he suddenly turned the sword.

But once the sword technique is used, it cannot be stopped just like that.

The spiritual energy contained strands of sword intent flowing through the young man's meridians. Suddenly, the sword intent stagnated and scattered, causing the young man's face to turn pale and he suffered serious internal injuries.

But this recklessness also successfully deflected the long sword, and the sword light instantly brushed past Yu Fei's cheek, leaving a blood mark on her fair face and cutting off a strand of hair.

Boom boom~

The power of the sword had not yet dissipated, and when Song Ming'an used all his strength, he immediately cut a gully of more than ten meters in the deep forest behind him.

Rows of trees fell down, stirring up clouds of dust.

Ji Yue saw that the female cultivator was hiding under the tree safely, and her senior brother had disappeared into the forest. Her delicate face suddenly became anxious, and she shouted, "Senior Brother!"

He fixed his eyes on the dazed female cultivator and screamed, "Witch! What on earth have you done? Give my brother back to me!"

After saying this, the long sword was infused with spiritual energy and turned into a meter-long sword energy. It was swung forward violently, slashing towards the woman like a half moon.

cough~

In the dust, Song Mingan coughed up a trace of blood that spilled on the tree trunk, but his eyes did not show any resentment for the internal injuries. Instead, they were filled with horrified joy.

He was so excited that his body was shaking slightly as he leaned against the tree beside him.

"Sister Fei'er, it's really Sister Fei'er."

If it weren't for the pain in his chest and meridians, he would have thought he was dreaming.

"Eat my sword!"

Suddenly, a familiar cry was heard from afar. Song Mingan's handsome face changed abruptly. He disappeared from the spot in an instant without caring about aggravating his injuries.

"stop!"

Hey~

With a crisp sound, Ji Yue's already extremely bright eyes opened even wider, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

He saw that the senior brother whom he had always respected actually raised his sword to block the witch and took the full force of his attack.

Ji Yue opened her mouth, but was a little unresponsive for a moment, and asked in a trembling voice: "Senior Brother, you, what are you doing!"

Bang~

The long sword in Song Mingan's hand fell to the ground, and he could no longer stand. He fell to one knee on the ground with a plop, and blood flowed from the corner of his tightly pursed lips.

"Ming An?"

An enchanting and alluring voice sounded, with disbelief and a little tentativeness in it, as cautious as a frightened rabbit.

This statement of peace immediately brought him back to the time when he was wandering in Jiangtao City. It was also this statement of peace that allowed him to survive several harsh winters.

cough~

The joy in his heart overwhelmed the pain in his body. He raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, not wanting him to see his miserable appearance.

He turned his head slowly, with a smile on his pale face: "Sister Fei'er, is it really you?"

"Finally, I finally found you."

"Ming An!"

Yu Fei huddled under a tree, staring blankly at the tall figure who blocked the sword energy, and uttered his name in disbelief.

The smile on Song Mingan's face grew wider and wider, and he slowly stood up. However, his internal injuries made his movements deformed, and the smile on his face seemed forced.

He staggered towards the woman he had been dreaming about, and looked at her current appearance with no concealment of affection in his eyes and face.

"Sister Fei'er, this is what you said, are you living well?"