Wei Xu, who was mixed with the crowd, saw this time, and couldn't help but secretly think: "If you go down like this, the master has no chance to win, and if you are tired, you will be tired to death by this person!" Knowing that there would be no more delays, Ling Wuwu was more than lucky, so he immediately took out a pill from his bag and quietly put it in his mouth. Then, as if nothing had happened, he slowly took out a fire fold, lit it, and held it in his hand.

It turned out that this fire fold was mixed with the "Hundred Turns of Soul Incense" used when he was a thief in the past, and every time the enemy got out, this thing was made of hundreds of strange flowers and plants in southern Xinjiang, which was melted and refined. The powder is ignited by fire, which can emit colorless and odorless smoke. If you inhale a little without others noticing, your mind will be confused and fall into a coma, and those who are shallow in cultivation will not be able to wake up for a few hours.

When he helped Liu Shaoyang save Jiang Xueyin, he used this incense to charm the guards of the Flying Eagle Gang. Then he apprenticed to Ling Wuxian to learn the authentic martial arts of Xuanmen, emphasizing the cultivation of Xuangong to defeat the enemy. This method of casting smoke has not been put on the table for many years. But now that the situation is critical, I have no choice but to use this thing again, in order to help the master retreat.

That Jiang Xuan's figure at this moment stood in the roaring aura, like wood and stone, and it was already motionless. The move at hand turned defense into offense, and he turned his palm strength to the transfer, and swirled towards Ling Wuxi's place. On the other hand, Ling Wuwu's tricks had already taken the form of guarding, and the sword track streamer drew out pieces of purple flames to protect the front of him. The strength of Jiang Xuan's shooting is like a mountain that can be blocked at the outer door, relying on the internal force to be pure and undefeated.

That Jiang Xuan pressed the internal force in his hand hard, turning the energy around Ling Wuxian like a startling dragon, whistling and whirling even faster. With a cold expression on his face, he said solemnly: "If this seat has not been clumsy, is Your Excellency from the Xuanmen Kongtong faction? I have come here to take the thief on the order of the master, and you dare to stop it, even if you are not an accomplice, you are also an accomplice. If you don't tie your hands and catch it again, you will not blame this seat for being ruthless!"

Ling Wuxian on this side was bound by the endless overlapping air currents, and gradually became overwhelmed after a long battle. But he is open-minded by nature, and he fights heartily tonight, even if his life is at stake at the moment, he doesn't care much. Suddenly, he laughed and said: "Happy, happy! 'Iron Hand Yan Jun' really lives up to its name! The little old man walks the rivers and lakes and rarely meets opponents in his life, and he can't imagine that he will be planted home today!"

Jiang Xuan originally looked at Ling Wuxi's martial arts, and originally wanted to capture him alive to show his skills. Hearing this, his eyes were blazing with murderous intent, and he said coldly: "Okay, since Your Excellency recognizes Jiang, then you don't have to leave! Either go back to the prison of the Zhenfu Si Yamen with this official, or leave your life here!"

At this juncture, in the brocade guards who were waiting under the arrow tower, someone suddenly heard a surprised voice: "I...... Why is my head so heavy......" As soon as the words fell, the man pounced and fell down.

Immediately afterwards, there was chaos around, and the sound of muttering came and went. Around where Wei Xu was standing, thirty or fifty people had fallen down in a blink of an eye. Those who stood farther away didn't know what was going on, and they were stunned for a while. Wei Xu also pretended to have an unstable footing in it, and between the staggering, the smoke in his hand was still firmly grasped in his hand.

On the edge of the battlement in the east head, a tall purple-robed guest pulled out an iron axe and shouted: "Someone is plotting to release poisonous smoke, everyone should be careful!"

When the brocade guards heard this, they woke up and hurriedly held their breath. But at this moment, some people have already absorbed a lot of "Hundred Revolutions of Soul Incense", and some people are still slowly falling.

The purple-robed guest glanced around like an eagle falcon, stared at Wei Xu's body, and said, "That sharp-faced Lei Gong man, which battalion do you belong to?

Wei Xu heard this shout but didn't hear it, but he couldn't help but be secretly shocked in his heart: "This man's eyes are vicious and difficult, so not only is he seeing through the 'Hundred Turns of Soul Incense', but even my whereabouts can't be hidden!"

His mind was in a hurry, and he was about to lie down with the others and then make a plan, when he suddenly felt a sword attack from behind. At the moment, there was no room for the body to twist sideways, and the shirt under the ribs had been cut by the sword drawn by the other party.

Wei Xu knew that a master was coming, and his body slid out of the ground. A pair of Emei thorns on his waist were turned out from the bottom of his hand, and he shouted: "Master, there are many ideas, let's go quickly!"

Jiang Xuan, who was on the eaves arch, saw that the people below the arrow tower were in chaos, and there was a gap in the strength of his palm when he was distracted. And Ling Wuxian was in the whirlpool of soaring qi at the moment, and his whole popularity was shaking, and he was already trying his best to cope with it and wait for an opportunity to get out. Now that he saw the opportunity, he immediately mustered all his strength and spared no effort, and the iron sword in his hand surged backwards.

This method of fighting for one's life really worked, and suddenly there was a roar, as if there was a muffled thunder. In one fell swoop, he rushed out of the Jiang Xuan's steady stream of urging and pressing his body, and he was bound by his strength like a cage and iron hoop.

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