Chapter 227

Ji Rumei saw the murderous Ye Jingyun and the tens of thousands of border troops, but wasn't nervous at all. She let out a seductive laugh: "Hehe, such a handsome little brother, why not play with your old lady?"

A look of disgust appeared on Ye Jingyun's masculine face, and he scolded: "Slut, stop acting like a demon here, haven't you been looking for me? I'm here now, come on."

"Don't be impatient, little brother has quite a temper, do you want your old lady to help you cool off?"

"Bah, stop being disgusting, release my brother, and I'll leave you a way to live. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what, are you going to eat me? Come on, let's hurt each other, let's see who eats whom." Ji Rumei giggled.

Suddenly, the heavy snow in the sky paused, the whole world seemed to stutter, and a monk walked slowly from afar. The monk wore a blood-red cassock, and a strange tattoo was printed on his bald head. He didn't hold a Zen staff, but a ring blade. The ring blade was blood-red, emitting a heart-palpitating murderous aura.

Behind the monk was a seven-colored glow, the glow forming a circle, making the monk look seductive and mysterious. Looking closely, the seven-colored glow was refined from Demon blood of various realms. Among them, the most powerful golden light was the blood of a Demon Venerable.

The aura emitted from the monk was at the peak of the Demon Saint realm. Clearly, that Supreme blood should have been obtained by the monk by chance. Similar to the blood puppet on Nian Yilao.

The monk walked slowly from the southeast corner, looking greedily at Ye Jingyun's border troops. In his eyes, these were all Blood Spirit Power.

A hunchback walked from the southwest corner; the hunchback was dressed like a farmer, holding a blood sickle in his hand.

Strong blood light emitted from his hunched back from time to time. Clearly, countless Blood Spirit Power was hidden inside.

After these two appeared, Li Huan'er was still looking at the sky.

Two breaths later, a youth descended slowly from the sky, wearing a bamboo hat, with a mirror on his back, his face covered with a black scarf; it was the Demon Son among the Blood Asuras, Rong Xiaocuo.

After Rong Xiaocuo landed, his long, narrow eyes kept looking at Li Huan'er, revealing a lecherous expression.

After Rong Xiaocuo descended, Li Huan'er was still looking at the void, but heavy snow was falling quietly in the gray sky, and no one else appeared. Li Huan'er's face was full of doubt and confusion.

Rong Xiaocuo, the monk, the hunchback, and Ji Rumei stood at the four corners, surrounding Ye Jingyun, Li Huan'er, and the tens of thousands of border troops.

A sword light galloped from afar, and a glowing sword sheath appeared in the air. The sword sheath flew to Li Huan'er's side and turned into a man in white; it was Li Bai.

"Haha, another one here to die." Rong Xiaocuo was a man of few words, turned his head and said to the monk: "How many blood puppets can be refined here?"

The monk was ranked eighth among the Ten Great Blood Asuras, called Xueyun.

Xueyun said sinisterly: "Conservatively estimated, about ten."

"Good, the Blood Spirit Pill is right in front of us, everyone, kill." As the leader, Rong Xiaocuo couldn't pretend to be deep, he had to give orders.

"Reporting to Demon Son, can the little doll leading them be rewarded to this concubine? I can take one less Blood Spirit Pill." Ji Rumei threw glances, never leaving Ye Jingyun.

Ye Jingyun was handsome in temperament; years of military life gave Ye Jingyun an aura of decisiveness, plus his chiseled face, he was like a walking hormone. It made Ji Rumei's heart flutter.

Rong Xiaocuo glanced at Li Huan'er, his drool almost soaking through his black scarf. He said word by word: "That little lady in red belongs to me, I can take one less Blood Spirit Pill."

Rong Xiaocuo turned his head to look at the hunchback, just about to speak, when suddenly he noticed a person crouching in the distance out of the corner of his eye.

This person had gray hair, disheveled on his head, a red face with stubble of uneven length. He wore a dirty, greasy, shiny long cotton-padded jacket, his hands tucked into his sleeves, crouching far away more than a hundred feet away, quietly watching everyone.

Who was this person? How did he come? When did he come? Not one of the tens of thousands of people present had noticed, as if this person had been in the distance originally, and was only suddenly discovered.

Rong Xiaocuo was taken aback, and because he was a man of few words, he couldn't speak fluently now.

"Who... are... you? Do you want to wade into this... this..." After struggling for a long time, Rong Xiaocuo couldn't even say the words 'muddy water' that were on his lips.

Rong Xiaocuo suddenly became a stutterer.

The person who came was Meng Su; this time Meng Su didn't use Nian Yilao's identity. He wanted to try, in this appearance, whether Li Huan'er, Ye Baiyi, and Li Bai could recognize him.

Meng Su felt uncomfortable because of Rong Xiaocuo's stuttering, stretched his hand out from his sleeve, waved at Rong Xiaocuo and said: "I'm just passing by, you guys continue."

Li Huan'er looked at Meng Su with doubt. Li Wuguo had deduced that Meng Su might appear today. But this person, regardless of image or aura, was worlds apart from Meng Su, and even his age was much older; how could it be Meng Su?

Meng Su knew Li Huan'er was sizing him up, including Li Bai who was also looking at him, he said nonchalantly: "Everyone, don't be restrained, fighting and killing, that's what I like best. What are you waiting for? Start."

A strange person suddenly appeared at the scene, and both the enemy and friendly teams were wary, fearing he was the other side's reinforcements, because until now, no one could see Meng Su's realm, he looked like an ordinary person, an ordinary person could fly? How was this possible?

The only explanation was that this person's realm had reached a level they couldn't see, or he had a supreme treasure on him that hid his aura.

Rong Xiaocuo became a Demon Son of the Blood Demon Sect at a young age, had a certain family background, but mostly relied on his own decisiveness in killing.

Today's situation was like an arrow on a bow, it had to be fired, if this freak dared to make trouble, just kill him together, the four Blood Asuras with blood puppets could launch dozens of 'Supreme for an instant', unless Meng Su himself was in the Supreme realm, otherwise no one could contend. There were only a few Supremes in the Demon Realm, so this person was definitely not a Supreme. If not a Supreme, then he was an ant.

What was there to fear from an ant, just slap him to death.

Rong Xiaocuo waved his right hand, and the first to strike was the hunchback.

The hunchback was ranked tenth among the Ten Great Asura Gods, and being ranked tenth didn't mean he was weak; the ranking of Asura Gods was based on military merit, the hunchback was named Luo Gaofeng, he was a sinister person, others carried blood puppets on their backs to show off, only he hid the blood puppet behind his back, and over time he became a hunchback, no one knew how many blood puppets he had on him.

Luo Gaofeng shouted, and his whole body turned into a blood shadow and rushed towards Ye Jingyun's army.

Standing out to meet the enemy was Li Bai, Li Bai held his sword in his right hand and the sword sheath in his left. His footsteps were illusory, turning into a moonlight and rushing towards Luo Gaofeng's sickle.

Luo Gaofeng's sickle carried a long blade shadow, locking onto Li Bai in advance. He slashed at Li Bai's neck.

Li Bai shook his left hand, and a suction force appeared in the sword sheath, collecting Luo Gaofeng's blade intent, and then he shook his right hand.

The four seasons changed at the scene, and Li Bai unfolded the Four Seasons Sword Technique.

After the battle at Xuanwu Island last time, Li Bai's sword technique had greatly improved, at this time the Four Seasons Sword Technique carried a strong sense of immersion, and Luo Gaofeng in the sword light had his Demon Power fluctuating high and low in the changing seasons, already showing signs of losing control.