Yan Lingyun and Ji Wushuang heard this, and their faces changed greatly. The former bounced up in an instant, looking around with a wary expression. The latter did not dare to delay, and with a stroke of his arms, he leaned towards the shore.

"Don't worry, beauty, it's not too late to take a mandarin duck bath with my brother."

A gray shadow suddenly jumped down from the stone cliff, and with lightning speed, he slashed down at Ji Wushuang in the waterhole with a wave of his sword. The sharp blade sliced the air in half.

When Ji Wushuang saw the coming, her face was discolored, and she was in the waterhole, and she couldn't avoid it.

Hearing Yan Lingyun's loud shout, as the ground under his feet trembled, he got up from the ground, jumped directly into the air four or five feet high, and appeared below the gray-clothed man who fell from the sky.

"Look for death!"

The man in gray was also a young man, with a cold face, seeing Yan Lingyun blocking the way, he shook the long knife in his hand, and the human knife was like a whole, falling like a streamer, and he slashed at him head.

Yan Lingyun's eyes condensed slightly, his hands burst out, and the two palms caught the blazing blade that was only a line away from his head at the last moment.

The gray-clothed young man was shocked, then laughed fiercely, held the knife in both hands, and pressed down hard with the force of the fall from a height. His right foot, with a series of explosive sounds, drilled into Yan Lingyun's heart.

Yan Lingyun was in mid-air, and he was taken to fall down involuntarily. Facing the right foot of the drill heart, a red flashed on his face, and the hands holding the blade shook violently, only to hear the entire blade tremble in his palm, and shatter into pieces all over the air with a bang.

The gray-clothed young man's hands holding the knife couldn't hold it, and he bounced off the handle of the knife with a sharp tremble. In shock, his right foot accelerated and kicked Yan Lingyun's chest.

Yan Lingyun snorted coldly, his body shook, and the clothes on his chest rose with a burst of energy, resisting the toes of the gray-clothed young man, and his hands buckled down like lightning.

But hearing the sneering of the gray-clothed young man, Yan Lingyun felt a chill in his chest, and a sharp object came out from the opponent's toe through his shoes, instantly piercing his body.

Although Yan Lingyun had achieved great physical training, he couldn't stop the penetration of the sharp thing, and there was a tingling pain, and the wound instantly began to numb.

"Poisonous!"

Yan Lingyun's heart was shocked, he roared, and clasped the right leg of the gray-clothed young man with both hands that he didn't have time to withdraw, and when he was falling rapidly, he kicked his feet a few times, cheering up into steel, and with a little bit of force, the muscles and bones of the whole body were greatly twisted, and then he spun violently, and with a click, the entire right leg of the gray-clothed young man was twisted by him.

The gray-clothed young man roared in pain, and then felt that the sky was spinning, and his whole person was rounded by Yan Lingyun, and he hit the towering stone cliff with a snort.

Bang!

The rocks were flying, and the gray-clothed boy was stuck to the cliff face like mud, and his whole body was broken and fractured.

At the same time, there was a loud bang, and Yan Lingyun also fell into the waterhole amid Ji Wushuang's exclamation. Suddenly, through the splash of water, he saw three gray-clothed young men in the same costume hurrying around.

Yan Lingyun didn't think about it, grabbed Ji Wushuang, who rushed to the front, and fell into the dark water with her.

Call!

The wind surged, and the three gray shadows stopped at the edge of the pool that had not yet calmed down.

These were three equally cold teenagers, dressed in gray and carrying long knives. Their bodies flowed as if cold blood flowed.

"Sixteen is dead!"

The young man in the center said expressionlessly, "The idea is very hard, I can't imagine that there is such a character in the Ji family!" ”

"Sixteen seems to have hurt him, with the poison of 'Yan Bufei', no matter how powerful he is, he will immediately become a zombie." The young man on the left with his entire face almost split in two answered coldly. As he spoke, the scar on his face squirmed, extending from the center of his brow to his chin.

The young man at the head of the right grinned, grabbed the clothes on the convex stone on the side, brought it to his nose and smelled it, and said excitedly: "Charming taste!" I can't wait to go down. ”

"Eighteen, don't be impatient!" The young man in the center looked at the corpse on the opposite cliff wall, and said lightly, "Wait for half a pillar of incense, they (she) don't come out, let's go down." ”

"Half a pillar of incense! Fifteen, my beauties have become popsicles, what fun is there. "Eighteen is not satisfied.

"It's better than if you go down now and be turned into a popsicle." Fifteen snorted coldly.

The pool was deep and secluded, Yan Lingyun pulled Ji Wushuang, and fell more than ten meters before he stopped the momentum of sinking.

It was dark all around, and there was still no bottom in sight. The temperature of the water here is bone-chillingly low.

Vaguely, Yan Lingyun saw a white flower's body leaning towards him and hugging his waist tightly.

Ji Wushuang was trembling, and shrank into Yan Lingyun's arms hard, the softness of her chest squeezed on the latter's chest without reservation, and the gentle touch reminded the latter of the injury on his chest, and the feeling of numbness and stiffness was spreading rapidly.

Yan Lingyun sighed secretly, stretched out his hands, and surrounded Ji Wushuang. The delicate body in his arms has been frozen a little stiff by the biting pool water.

He couldn't help but feel pity and raised a furnace in his body. I thought to myself, if I couldn't get rid of the toxins in my body, the two would hug each other and sink to the bottom!

Yan Lingyun's body quickly warmed up, and the surrounding waters also began to heat up.

Ji Wushuang felt the most intensely, she was like a frozen moth, suddenly swooping into a big furnace, the cold, gradually moving away from her.

She raised her head and looked at the somewhat blurry face that was close at hand, and her whole body seemed to be melting.

Gradually, Ji Wushuang writhed uneasily. The breath is over!

Yan Lingyun was pushing the surging heat flow in his body, concentrating it on his chest. He dilates his pores and tries to flush the toxins out of his body in a way that removes dross.

The effect is very obvious, the numbness and stiffness in the chest are being forced by the heat, and they are retracting from the cocoon layer by layer. It's just the exit position, but it's squeezed by a ball of softness.

Yan Lingyun felt that his face was hot, and he was a little uneasy. He forcibly held back the strangeness in his heart, and the hand that wrapped around Ji Wushuang's silky waist was slightly forced, bringing her to his side.

Ji Wushuang twisted more and more violently, Yan Lingyun noticed something strange and instantly understood.

But there was a strong enemy pressing on the top, and Yan Lingyun didn't dare to take her up before the toxin was cleared, otherwise she would be strongly blocked and killed.

Hesitating, he stretched out a hand and stroked Ji Wushuang's cheek, and his lips searched for it, climbing up to two soft lips.

Ji Wushuang let out a delicate nasal voice, and his entire delicate body trembled violently.

At this moment, Yan Lingyun's brain was almost blank, and a strange and familiar feeling firmly grasped him. It seems that once upon a time, he had the same experience, equally intoxicating. Fortunately, he didn't forget his original intention, and between the two of them, the breath was passed silently.

Ji Wushuang's trembling delicate body gradually calmed down, but his body began to become as hot as fire.

Yan Lingyun's lips, with a little reluctance, withdrew at the right time. In order to get rid of the ape, he concentrated all his mental strength on his chest. The toxin is being expelled through the pores, and the wound, wisps of black blood permeate the dark waters.

Yan Lingyun hugged Ji Wushuang sideways, constantly moving to avoid the venom that had not yet been diluted.

Ji Wushuang was cold, and hugged Yan Lingyun tightly. She reached out and tried to caress the latter's wound, but was stopped.

Yan Lingyun shook his head and snorted, the last toxin shot out from the wound with a burst of bright red blood, and his people took Ji Wushuang to dodge for the first time.

Seeing this, Ji Wushuang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Lingyun pointed above with his hand and motioned for the two of them to go up. Ji Wushuang understood, nodded, and was worried about the safety of his clansmen.

The two of them floated not far away, and a dark shadow was under the hood, but the three people above also dived down at this time, and the two sides met in a narrow way, which was unexpected.

Yan Lingyun immediately made a decision, hugged Ji Wushuang on his side, and ran diagonally, and was about to escape from the empty place of the three people.

The other party's reaction was not slow, and the three sharp long knives each crossed a flashing waterline, killing them at the first time.

Yan Lingyun single-footed Ji Wushuang's soles, picked up the latter, and then pushed him up with both hands, and he himself fell into the encirclement, and three cold blades were cutting towards the vital points around his body, and he was no more than an inch away from his body!

Behind Yan Lingyun is the stone wall, there is no way to avoid it, he roared steeply, and the deep pool seemed to launch a lifetime of thunder, his right hand protruded, and he swiped in front of him, like a harp, and his left hand followed by a reversal, his hands were in a ball, and between the sleeves of his coat, he circled three blades that collided with each other, and led him obliquely to the side.

This style is the "Nine Turns Cloud Dragon" taught by the great ancestor Bai Qianshan, which is the method of unloading the force and guiding the force, and also has the effect of grabbing the white blade empty-handed, Yan Lingyun helped Ji Wushuang get out of trouble, and he fell into danger.

However, the three enemy were not easy to do, the blades were deviated, and they shook the long knives in their hands, and the three knives slammed each other, and finally the swords of the force were stirred away one by one, and they broke free from the shackles, flashed from his waist, and brought out a stream of blood.