"The surname Zhou, get down for Lao Tzu, your grandfather is tired and wants to ride a horse. ”

Xu Yi clinged to the horse's belly, Huo Ran made a sound, and his words were arrogant, like a pig driving a dog.

Zhou Gongzi, who was dressed in white, had a crooked nose, and was about to go crazy, when he heard Xu Yi threaten, "I'll count to three, if you don't get down, don't blame Lao Tzu for digging a big hole in this beast's belly!"

"If you dare to move a single hair of flying snow, I will make you crushed!"

Zhou Shirong's mouth was fierce, but his body was like avoiding snakes and scorpions, rubbing the ground and flying out.

Xu Yi guessed well, this flying snow is very precious to Zhou Shirong.

It turned out that this flying snow was given to him by the Yuqing Fairy, the lord of the Snow Cold Peak of the Tianshan Sect, and the original owner of this flying snow was the most famous Purple Han Fairy of the third generation of the Tianshan Sect.

The Purple Han Fairy is a first-class fairy in Guang'an Mansion, and there are many admirers, and Zhou Shirong is one of them.

When the Yuqing Fairy gave Feixue to him, Zhou Shirong, who had the aura of the protagonist, consciously added a certain fragrant meaning.

Although Xu Yi is hateful, he is just an ant after all, and in Zhou Shirong's heart, he can't even match the hair of this flying snow.

If this thief hurts Feixue, how can he Zhou have the face to see the Zihan Fairy again in the future?

But it was said that Zhou Shirong retreated, Xu Yi turned on the horse's back, hit the horse and ran, and escaped for several miles in one breath, only to look back, but there was still Zhou Shirong's shadow.

Xu Yi's heart was clear, Zhou Shirong regarded this horse as a treasure, where would he give it up, it must be hidden in the dark at this moment, and he wanted to launch a sudden blow.

With this in mind, Xu Yi turned his horse to the south, avoided the deep forest road, turned onto the main road, and galloped straight south for more than 50 miles.

The Longjiang River, the source does not know where it starts, crosses Guang'an Mansion, and returns to the sea in the east, the water potential is huge, the soup is vast, like the ocean.

Xu Yi knew that this evil dragon river was his only chance to live.

The reason is very simple, he can't keep running, and he can't keep guarding this flying snow to eat, drink and Lazar, and he knows that Zhou Shirong must follow behind, just waiting for him to be separated from Feixue.

In this way, a paradox is formed!

As long as he Xu Yi can't get rid of Zhou Shirong completely, his life will be temporarily hung on the life and death book of Lord Yama.

And if you want to escape from Zhou Shirong's tracking, the only hope is in this mighty Xianlong River, because of this festival, as early as when he was fighting with Zhou Shirong immediately, Xu Yi consciously adjusted the direction of the galloping horse.

Xu Yichai is good, on the bright side, Zhou Shirong has no trace, but in fact, he has always followed the line on the left, and he must not leave.

Xu Yifang stationed on the side of the Xianlong River, and Zhou Shirong had already laid down behind a few huge spruce trees by the river, and when he saw the mighty river, his heart fell, and he immediately guessed what Xu Yi's idea was.

This time he was tossed by Xu Yi enough, he had never been so disgraced in his life as he was today, he killed Xu Yi lightly, Zhou Gongzi didn't understand his hatred, how could he sit back and watch Xu Yi run away.

Xu Yifang wanted to make a move, Zhou Shirong got up in the air, as fast as lightning, his body was like a swimming dragon, and in an instant, he had already crossed more than ten zhang, and he rushed to within five zhang.

Xu Yi didn't expect Zhou Shirong to come so suddenly, so quickly, and he didn't care about his posture, and in the most concise but fastest way, he rolled off the horse and bent down into the belly of the horse.

Seeing Xu Yi repeating his old tricks, Zhou Shirong was so angry that he vomited blood, forcibly withdrew his palm in mid-air, and was about to pause, but saw Xu Yi shoot out from the horse's belly and go straight to the river.

Zhou Shirong slammed his palms out, and the ground exploded.

With the force of this recoil, Zhou Shirong's falling body suddenly flipped over, and he rushed towards Xu Yi like a hurricane.

Seeing that he was about to rush to the shore, with a poof, Xu Yi plunged into the water, and with another poof, the flying snow that stopped by the river collapsed.

This startled Zhou Shirong's soul scattered, and when he looked back, Feixue's left forelimb was lying to the ground, blood flowing.

It turned out that Xu Yi had drilled into the horse's belly before, first, because he was afraid that Zhou Shirong would use the "Split Empty Palm" and hit each other in the air, and Xu Yi didn't think he could resist the terrifying force;

Zhou Shirong cherished Feixue very much, Xu Yi couldn't move Zhou Shirong, he already hated it deeply, if he didn't think of a way to make Zhou Dagongzi feel painful, how could he be worthy of this half a day's hard work.

After burrowing into the horse's belly, Xu Yi kicked the ground with both feet, and the moment his body bullet shot into the lake, he slashed the horse's leg with a swing of his palm.

"Ah!! bitch, I want you to never recover!"

Zhou Shirong roared in the sky, his blood and qi rushed all over his face, and his body twisted and rushed straight into the lake.

A terrifying scene happened, Zhou Shirong entered the lake with his feet, and the lake water was only above his ankles, like a monster in the water, born with the power of resisting water.

Not really!

It turned out that Zhou Shirong's two feet had broken through the soles of his shoes, and his ten fingers were bent and twisted, like webbing, stirring the water, and if he looked closely, he could see that there were cyclones under his feet one after another.

Zhou Shirong stepped on the waves, a pair of handsome eyes stared at the water flow coldly, suddenly three feet in front of the left, the water waves were faint, Zhou Shirong shouted, his whole body exploded, his fists were punched out, and the air exploded.

Rumble!

It was as if a small missile had exploded in writing, and countless fish and shrimp rose and fell, turning into dead bodies and floating on the water.

The cold gaze was locked on the surface of the water, until an almost inaudible muffled snort came into his ears, and the corners of Zhou Shirong's frozen mouth provoked an almost imperceptible arc.

Indeed, Xu Yi was hit, and Zhou Shirong's terrifying palm power actually penetrated the deep lake and hit him accurately.

It was also thanks to the barrier of this mighty lake that he did not die immediately, and Rao was so, and he was also injured.

The shoulder blade collapsed, and all the internal organs were about to be shaken out of place by the powerful fist, and they gritted their teeth, and a mouthful of old blood did not spurt out.

Thinking of Zhou Shirong's fierceness, Xu Yi was very resentful, and scolded the thief for being unfair in his heart.

It was extremely uneven, and suddenly, there was a burst of blackness in front of him, and his chest was even more annoyed, but he didn't dare to move, he gritted his teeth, and then didn't dare to move, letting the undercurrent of the river roll forward.

After holding on to half a pillar of incense like this, Xu Yi only felt that his lungs were boiling, and the roots of his teeth were already bleeding

And Zhou Shirong floated coldly on the surface of the lake, his eyes were slightly closed, he had adapted to the ocean current, he no longer needed his eyes to observe, and the touch from his feet was waiting to accurately perceive the changes in the ocean current.

He was cold in his heart, and he had already begun to think about what means he should use to make him regret crawling out of his mother's intestines after he caught Xu Yi.

Persistence, persistence,

All Xu Yi can do is persevere, even if he suffocates to death, he has to sink to the bottom of the water, and he must not fall into the hands of the surnamed Zhou.

There was a roar in his ears, his eyeballs began to bulge, his eyes were glazed, and his consciousness was about to be depressed.