A sneer hung on the corner of Zhao Wuxian's mouth. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info then tiptoed and disappeared again.

Not long after, two sounds of breaking the air came quickly. It was Jue Ming and Jue Ling, Jue Ling was holding a golden stick, Jue Ming was holding a golden Zen staff, quite vigilant, and a look of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

Looking at the consciousness that fell in a pool of blood, Jue Ling's face changed, and he stretched out two fingers to try his nose. Jueming's face was quite gloomy, and he said: "You don't have to try, Jue Wu is already dead! There is a sword wound on his body, and I am very familiar with this trace of spiritual power! It's that kid!"

"It's just that he was seriously injured by you, you have the elixir given by the master, how can he be better than you faster!" Jue Ling took a moment in his hand, withdrew his fingers, and his hand was already clenched unconsciously, seeing that Jue Wu died here, he couldn't help but feel a little sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox.

"I'm afraid that the rest of the junior disciples are also more auspicious!" Jue Ming's eyes flashed, and he suddenly looked at Jue Ling with a smile and said, "Isn't this less time for me to wait?"

In the night, Jueming's laughter was a little oozing, and Jue Ling felt a little chill in his heart.

"Although I have only recovered fifty percent, I still build the foundation, plus you! I will definitely let that kid come and go!" Jue Ming's voice was quite low, as if he was a little excited, and continued: "At that time, who can compete with us?"

"That kid, he will definitely not give up, and set up a cage for him! If there is a junior brother who is not dead, he will definitely notice that something is wrong, and he will naturally come back when the time comes!" Jue Ming smiled quite strangely, and his eyes were full of anger. Jue Ling involuntarily took a step back.

looked at Jueming in a daze, but didn't say anything.

"I know what you're thinking, blame me for being too vicious, but, that's the law! In the future, as long as you don't turn your back on me, I won't make a move on you!" Jue Ming's eyes turned slightly gentle, and he said to Jue Ling.

"The show has just begun! Wait for that person to find him! This time, I will let him know the true strength of Zhuji!

In the dark night, there seemed to be a cold wind, the leaves rattled, and the silence was terrifying and eerie. There seems to be a wolf howling ape crying in the depths of the valley, although it has not become a demon, but it has also calmed down a little atmosphere.

Beside the fire, Jueming and Jueling hastily buried their enlightenment and returned here. The two didn't speak for a while, and the atmosphere was quite depressing. Jueming's eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was calculating!

Suddenly, Jue Ming smiled and said, "I look at that kid too much, no matter how much he jumps, he is just a kid who cultivates qi at the sixth level!"

As if he felt that this atmosphere was inappropriate, Jue Ling also came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Sneak attack to win, it's not a royal way, but it overestimates him!"

The flames of the fire were flickering and extinguishing, and if they were extinguished, the shadows of the two of them dragged on for a long time. The shadow swayed with the change of the flames, and for a moment fell silent again. The wind in the forest is playing, and the insects and birds are noisy.

Jueming's eyes suddenly flashed, and he said, "It's here!"

Jue Ling looked up suddenly, but he didn't see the slightest movement. Just wanted to ask Jueming, only to hear an explosion on a tree not far away. Immediately, a white mist filled the woods.

Jue Ling was stunned and said, "This is?"

"A simple phantom array, but at least it can trap him for an hour!That's enough!" Jue Ming said with a smile, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

"If he wants to come, then let him come, let him also come and taste the taste of being attacked!"

The Zen staff in his hand drew a semicircle, and Jue Ming said to Jue Ling: "Now he is a caged rat, I want him to die in a few moments, and he will die in a few moments!"

Jue Ling looked a little hesitant when he saw such a method, but when he thought of the tragic state of enlightenment, he gritted his teeth and waved a golden stick in his hand, knocking up a cloud of dust. Jue Ming looked quite satisfied and nodded secretly.

"Come with me, be careful not to get caught up in the formation!"

The white mist had gradually filled the woods, but after Jueling and Jueling entered, there was no sound coming out.

Zhao Wuxian was standing in the formation at the moment, unable to find the direction, a mist filled the air, and he suddenly understood in his heart, this was the phantom array that Red Lotus had said. He also saw that the red lotus had been used, but now that he had entered this phantom array, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

The sneak attack failed, but was trapped. No matter how Zhao Wuxian tried to be in it, he felt like he was standing still.

"That monk is trying to trap me!"

"They're still aware of it!"

When he thought of killing the last person, he regretted that he actually leaked his whereabouts so that the monk had an opportunity. However, because of killing those monks, I can't help but feel contempt in my heart.

Suddenly, there was a faint fluctuation of spiritual power behind him, and Zhao Wuxian didn't want to turn around and raise his sword. But I didn't want the man to miss a blow and disappear into the fog again next time. After trying the Spirit Eye, it was quite ineffective in this formation, so I didn't catch up again.

It's just that whenever Zhao Wuxian is the slightest bit lax, or the golden stick or Zen staff is called at him in turn, so that Zhao Wuxian can't have the slightest slackness.

"Is this going to consume me here?"

A hint of coldness flashed in Zhao Wuxian's eyes. There was a faint fluctuation of spiritual power from behind him again, and Zhao Wuxian's Eight Zhang's spiritual sense played an important role here. Zhao Wuxian no longer hesitated, and turned his sword.

"Wave Sword Slashing Rainbow!"

As if it could break through the mist, it was dotted with the golden rod that stabbed at the point. The golden stick retreated again, a cold color flashed in Zhao Wuxian's eyes, and his figure followed without hesitation. He followed steadily behind, and suddenly two golden rays of light shot out from behind him, and Zhao Wuxian's heart was awe-inspiring. Took advantage of the momentum of the forward rush to seize the past.

When they looked again, both were gone.

Zhao Wuxian's face was a little gloomy, and at this moment, two Buddhist mantras on both sides drank out at the same time. At this time, Zhao Wuxian was in the phantom array, and he didn't dare to close his spiritual sense of hearing, only feeling a tingling pain in his brain. With a scream, he rolled on the spot with what little consciousness he had left.

A beam of golden light approached on both sides behind him and smashed into Zhao Wuxian's previous place. It's a stick and a stick. In the dust, the fog closed again, and the two men disappeared again.

"Cultivator boy, although I don't know if you have anything that can make you recover from your injuries so quickly, but I can guess that it should be a heavy treasure, how about you hand it over and I will consider keeping your whole body?"

"Isn't your Buddha merciful? Why are you not afraid of your Buddha's blame?" Zhao Wuxian's eyes flashed with a hint of essence, and he shouted in a deep voice.

Jueming seemed to pause for a moment before he said slowly: "Compassion also depends on who it is, and my Buddhist family doesn't also have angry eyes!"

"It turns out that the angry eyes of King Kong are murderous and treasure snatchers! I don't know how to attain the Buddha's position!" Zhao Wuxian said jokingly. Suddenly, his face was stunned, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

"You!" Jue Ming seemed to be quite annoyed, "It doesn't matter if you don't hand it over, I'll take it myself if I kill you!"

"However, it's not that I can't tell you!" Zhao Wuxian suddenly changed his words and spoke again.

"Oh, let's take a look!"

Zhao Wuxian laughed and said, "I have an elixir left over from the ancient inheritance, which has been collected for ten thousand years, and the medicinal effect is extremely strong, and it can even be used for breakthroughs!"

"But what, what the hell is it, take it out and take a look?" Jueming's voice seemed to be a little excited.

"But it's just your life in exchange!"

The long sword in Zhao Wuxian's hand let out a crisp sword roar, and all the spiritual power in his body poured into the sword, emitting a cyan sword light that said this.

"Rainbow Sword Returns to the Sky!"

It was like a green rainbow slashing from the sky, breaking through the mist on Zhao Wuxian's left and heading straight ahead. In the blink of an eye, he saw Jueming in the mist, Jueming's eyes were quite stunned, and said, "How do you know that I am hiding here?"

The figure did not dare to stop, and the Zen staff was swung out, and the force of the rebound was withdrawn. However, he had only recovered about fifty percent from his injuries, and he started in a hurry, and he still spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"The Hades of Hell will tell you!" Zhao Wuxian sneered, but his figure was like lightning rushing out and chasing after him, how could he miss such an opportunity.

It's just that he hasn't caught up yet, and a golden stick behind him pointed directly at Zhao Wuxian's heart, Zhao Wuxian didn't care, but in fact, he was a little annoyed in his heart, his toes touched the ground, and he leaned back, and the golden stick brushed in front of Zhao Wuxian. Zhao Wuxian's spiritual power rotated around him, and as soon as his feet climbed, the whole person was like a spiral to kill the people behind him.

"Point the sword Bosheng!"

Jue Ling behind him was shocked, and the golden stick didn't have time to retract, so he struggled to press down. Zhao Wuxian saw that he couldn't do anything, and the golden stick pressed him, so he gave up the offensive and rolled down, dodging Jue Ling's blow.

Zhao Wuxian's heart palpitated, if he was a little slow just now, he might be beaten to death by this monk's golden stick. Zhao Wuxian once again borrowed his strength.

From the back to the killing just now, and then rolling away, he has gathered momentum in his body, and he is too high, and he will no longer hesitate.

"Wave Sword Slashing Rainbow!"

With this pinnacle sword, Jue Ling did not dare to slack off, and his body regressed and wanted to avoid the edge for a while. Zhao Wuxian was faster, and the hissing sound of breaking the air was blatantly pointed together with the golden stick.

Jue Ling's instinct was retreated, and his momentum was a little weaker, and when he was caught up at this time, he was even more shocked in his heart, and his strength was only seventy percent. Swords and sticks intersected, and the piercing sound of gold and stone. Jue Ling flew upside down with his strength, and a touch of red fell in the air. So vivid.

Zhao Wuxian was about to pursue, when he suddenly heard a thunderous reprimand from the Holy Queen, his brain ached, his face turned pale, and his sword let go and fell to the ground, and the person fell from the sky.

The fog is gradually dissipating, and the time has come. Vaguely, Zhao Wuxian saw a box of monks coming out of the thin mist. His whole body glowed with golden light, as if the real Buddha had descended.

This person is Jueming, and it looks like his body is bigger, his eyes are wide open, and his body is covered in golden light. The momentum has recovered to be stronger than when it was at its peak.

Zhao Wuxian endured the pain in his brain, picked up the long sword on the ground, and staggered to his feet. His face turned pale, and he understood that his spiritual power had gradually been depleted, and his steps were vain.

"This method was given by the master when I broke through the foundation, and if you die in this method, you should also turn a blind eye. At this time, Jueming's voice was like a bell, and he no longer hesitated, and a huge fist of golden light smashed at Zhao Wuxian's head.

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