The sound of Konghou is melodious, and the light of the magic trick turns people, and if you don't look at the cramped and messy stone room, it almost makes people suspect that they have entered the holy realm of Xianshan. However, what lurks under the auspiciousness is a dangerous crisis that ordinary people cannot endure.

At times of fighting, the dust gradually shows fatigue.

Although Xuan Yi made a strong move, he occasionally took advantage of people's unpreparedness to make him suffer a small loss, but in terms of external moves, he could generally deal with it, and it could not shake his roots. I just faintly feel that there seems to be another force quietly consuming his mental strength in the process of you coming and going.

At first, I thought it was another mystery hidden in the method, and I paid close attention to it, but it was just some fighting spells, and there was no clue to see it.

Holding on for a while with doubts, I saw a layer of light and misty floating light around my body, as if I had sweated profusely in freezing weather and stripped off my clothes, and saw the heat steaming on my body.

Luochen didn't know that this was the leakage of true qi, but he felt that with the appearance of floating light, he began to become a little dizzy, and the feeling of being powerless became more and more obvious.

The mandarin duck double knife galloped head-on, and the dust barely lifted its breath and rose from the ground......

The edges are staggered, and they can be drawn.

Luochen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to chase after his opponent, and prepared to take on the next move. But seeing Xuan Yi standing far away and not in a hurry to get up again, he couldn't see his expression clearly, and he didn't know how to plan next.

Luochen thought that the other party's hazy color was blurred because of his physical exhaustion, and he shook his head to drive away the tiredness and looked again, but when he saw the figure of Xuanyi, the whole thing began to be illusory.

And in front of that figure, there were clear remnants of aura scattered on the moving line of his own side.

Compared with the two, it is naturally not a problem with the eyes.

Looking around, I was surprised to see that Caiqi, who was holding the Konghou field battle earlier, was inexplicably plump and three-dimensional.

The two daughters, the shape and shadow, suddenly fell apart.

I can't figure out why such a change will occur in the dust, and I stand still with hesitation, in order to not change and respond to all changes.

In the silence, Xuan Yi did not move, Cai Qi did not speak, only to see that the remnants of the aura in front of him suddenly got a whereabouts, gradually gathered and gradually converged, and then the river flowed like water, swimming towards the phoenix head on the Konghou. Because of the influx of these charms, the gray phoenix eyes originally carved in wood and stone gradually became brilliant, as if they were alive and vivid.

"It's you!"

Falling dust suddenly realized.

The aura that gave birth to the phoenix's eyes was originally the true essence qi that flowed from him. Tossed for a long time, the real opponent is this Caiqi, and Xuan Yi is just a cymbal player.

Seeing that he understood, Caiqi curtsied with Gong Hou in her arms, and said with a charming smile: "Xie Xianjun is complete, this errand is finally done." ”

The breath of the true yuan is stolen by people, how can the dust fall by her?

Because of all the things before, he only avoided Caiqi's charm and entanglement, thinking that it was harmless to do anything else. What's more, when Xuanyi is unfavorable to people, this woman has a lot of maintenance, how can she not let people neglect their precautions?

But I didn't expect that Xuan Yi dragged people to compete, but it was just a disguise, in order to cover up the secret calculation for Caiqi. misled first, and then took the opportunity of the external battle, and used a gonghou to send out a bewitching sound, and secretly invaded his inner mansion with hidden spells, hurting people invisibly.

Luochen thought about it from the beginning, and couldn't help but be a little annoyed. Drink while moving: "Liar!"

The skirt was flying, Caiqi hugged Konghou and jumped lightly to avoid it, and said to him with grievances: "This is not a martial arts trial, Xianjun himself is pestering Xuanyi to fight endlessly, and he will throw everything aside." Why are you scolding me right now?"

Looking at the other party's delicate appearance, Luochen felt more and more that he had been wronged. If you have a hard mouth, you have no intention of talking nonsense, twist it, and rush towards Caiqi, vowing not to stop if you don't take down Konghou.

Caiqi saw that the soft trick was ineffective, so she no longer pretended, and called down: "Xuanyi, go back!"

Oh, they saw that they were together, and the two daughters became one again.

It's a little different from the previous one.

The face is Caiqi's face, but the expression is Xuanqi's cold and frosty, idler's expression. Dressed in a black robe, holding a crested gonghou, hanging in the air of the stone room, looking at the dust coldly.

Immediately, with a movement of the thumb, a string of overtones poured down.

At first glance, the sudden change in the dust paused slightly in fear of the unknown. He lagged slightly, thinking that he had unconsciously unwittingly let people unload the power of the true yuan, and he was afraid that he would be worried about losing his cultivation. I am even more afraid that this dissipation will be deliberately collected, or it may have unknown use. Rise again and again.

Luochen was not afraid of intimidation, and as soon as his body moved, he heard that the clouds in the high sky and the clear sky of the cranes were gone, and the other party immediately changed his wheel fingers, and came with sharp oppression, and it was as tight as a while.

Luochen is not good at sounding the law, but he only feels that there is a sharp edge hidden in the string sound, as if he was ambushed, and ten thousand arrows are fired wave after wave, stabbing people's hearts and mouths, and together with the limbs and hundreds of bones, they are also like points, followed by weakness and weakness.

I was afraid that it would not be possible to seize Konghou, so I changed my intention and went towards the person.

Reluctantly sent a blow, the wind swept away, and the other party didn't seem to be completely unscrupulous, so he hurriedly dodged.

Luochen took advantage of her movement to secretly recite the trick and try to block her hearing.

After reciting the trick, it happened that the other party got up again. I saw the strings moving but didn't hear the sound, and I felt a little eased at the moment. But after a while, Luochen realized that this move was just in vain. The feeling of pressure and tingling has not diminished, and even tends to intensify.

Although the other party confuses people with timbre, it does not stop there. Silence and silence cannot completely block the opponent's attack. Beneath the strings, there is a spell that I don't understand.

Luochen couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it would be good if Mo Ran was there, at least he could return a tooth for a tooth and give her a tune.

With such a thought in his heart, he saw that the other party's face was blurred, faintly revealing Mo Ran's obedient and soft pretty face.

The dust was taken aback.

I almost went astray and fell into the other party's way!

Hold your breath, adjust your posture, and get up again.

This time, without taking the gonghou, without attacking the person, the hand that gathered strength to pluck the strings towards the opponent quickly came out.

With a serpentine snap, a flash of lightning went straight to the target.

As soon as the trick came out, Luochen thought that blocking his hearing did not reduce the opponent's offensive, so he thought about giving up self-restraint, so as not to affect his own judgment.

Hearing was restored, and then a small sound was heard.

Falling dust couldn't help but look at it with a dark expectation.

saw something fall between the other party's fingers, not flesh or bone, but a small piece of bamboo, which fell to the ground with a crack. But the paddle was shattered, and the hand that plucked the strings, and even the gonghou and the others, were unscathed.

In this situation, it is really difficult to say that the dust is too accurate, or the strength is not enough.

The paddle was destroyed, but it did not stop the other party's hand from playing the piano.

Kneading a section, it was played with his bare hands, and he knocked it towards the strings one by one.

The plucking is changed to percussion, and the strings are changed to bowstrings. The one who wields the string becomes a hunter, laying an invisible net in the stone chamber, waiting for the small beast on the opposite side to drill it.

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