The reason why Xiaoyaozi approached Fang Wuxian was that he originally had the intention of "getting close to this son and suddenly capturing him". If calculated according to the amount of one percent of True Qi consumed for each arrow he avoided, Fang Wuxian would shoot a maximum of five arrows at the distance before he pounced, and he could still capture it with the remaining fifty percent True Qi. But if he had to consume half of it every time, the result would be beyond his expectations.

Xiaoyaozi once again retreated!

"Do you want to move on? Block another arrow, and I'll be able to rush in front of him. ”

"He asked me to come closer, and that's my chance to get him down in one fell swoop."

"No, this son is scheming, since you know that it is not my hand, why do you want me to approach? It must be like he is in the sea of knowledge, he is deliberately playing a trick on me! ”

"I don't know what the side effects of the white light that he sneaked into my sea of knowledge, if I rushed to his side, he suddenly launched it to make me powerless to resist, and then the killing arrow was shot, wouldn't it take my life!"

Xiaoyaozi thought a lot for a while, he had always been cautious and cautious, never doing things that he was not sure of, at this time, he couldn't figure out the depth of Fang Wuxie, his body twisted, from forward to rapid backwards, and in the blink of an eye, he retreated fifty meters away.

Fang Wuxie's third arrow was not shot after all, since it couldn't cause damage to Xiaoyaozi, it was better to save strength and use it at the most critical time. He held the stone bow and rested tightly, grinning: "Why did the old man go back again, don't you see that I am physically exhausted?" ”

The more Fang Wuxian said this, the more Xiaoyaozi thought that he had a trick, and he snorted and didn't answer, but he didn't leave, it seemed that he was going to spend time with Fang Wuxie.

Fang Wuxian secretly called "bitter", what he was most afraid of was wasting time, because there was not much time left for him. He walked forward more than a dozen steps, leaned on a broken tree, took out a bottle of milk as if he was playing tricks, and raised his glass to Lao Dao Yaoyao: "Drink some milk to replenish your strength, do you want to take two sips?" ”

Xiaoyaozi didn't dare to get too close to him, and stepped back five or six meters, turning his head out of sight and out of mind.

Fang Wuxian drank two sips of milk to ease his strength a little, put the bottle on the broken tree, turned around and left, and said as he walked: "The old man must have never seen what a person who has refined the essence of flesh and blood looks like, to be honest, I can't do it anymore, you'd better come along, so you can collect a corpse for me." ”

Fang Wuxian staggered eastward, and Xiaoyaozi hesitated slightly, keeping a distance and following behind.

Fang Wuxian shook his head and sighed lightly, he couldn't be scared away, he couldn't kill, he couldn't get rid of Xiaoyaozi, and if he continued to consume like this, he would die sooner or later. He quietly turned off his mobile phone and headed east, the purpose of which was to prevent his sister and the person sent to pick him up from finding his location, so as to avoid encountering Xiaoyaozi and increasing casualties. As for his own safety, he can't care much about this situation.

Xiaoyaozi followed from a distance, he was carefully observing Fang Wuxie, and he was also perceiving this son's physical condition. As mentioned by this son himself, the body that has lost the essence of flesh and blood is like a glass bottle full of cracks, with almost no life. Looking at this son's swaying steps, it seems that the next step is to fall into the jungle, and he will never be able to get up again.

But Xiaoyaozi believes that what the eye sees is sometimes not necessarily true. He had dealt with Fang Wuxian several times, all of which ended in his defeat. Fang Wuxie's scheming left a deep impression on him, and he believed that this son was the best able to win in danger and attack in defeat. Although he saw and sensed that Fang Wuxian was indeed not good, he still followed steadily behind, not daring to make a mistake.

This situation did not last long, and ended with Fang Wuxian falling headlong.

Xiaoyaozi's brows furrowed, he sensed that Fang Wuxie's aura was very faint, almost dying. Just about to step forward quickly, I remembered that I had been deceived by this son in the previous "fights", what if I was deceived again this time?

He didn't dare to step forward directly, and with a finger of the sword, the sword on his waist turned into a streamer of light and quickly slashed towards Fang Wuxie. But as soon as the long sword flew out of more than thirty meters, a white light suddenly flashed in the center of his eyebrows, and the divine consciousness that originally controlled the sword suddenly retracted into the sea of eyebrows.

The sword that had lost the control of his divine sense was missing its head and was stuck on the ground about two meters behind Fang Wuxie. And in the process, Fang Wuxie, who was lying on the ground, did not move.

Xiaoyaozi rubbed his eyebrows, he had already discovered that there was a white light lurking in the sea of knowledge, so he asked Fang Wuxian what the white light was, and even promised some benefits. But this white light has not flareed up, which makes him feel a little lucky. At this time, using the method of the sword, the white light actually forcibly pulled his divine sense back to the sea of knowledge, which made him feel a very bad feeling in his heart.

He didn't retrieve the sword immediately, but pondered for a while, making sure that when the white light was activated just now, Fang Wuxie's body was not at all abnormal, so he slowly stepped forward.

As the distance approached, Xiaoyaozi's divine consciousness finally took the sword again, and he also determined that the distance between his divine consciousness eyes was actually limited to thirty-five meters, as long as it exceeded this distance, the white light in the center of his eyebrows would be activated, forcibly retracting his divine consciousness from the sea of consciousness.

Of course, this is not a good thing, Xiaoyaozi is eager to find a place to retreat right away and completely solve the hidden danger of white light. But he also understood that this white light was the white light that eventually turned into water droplets in the sea of Fang Wuxie's consciousness, and its root was in Fang Wuxie's body. Solving the problem of white light, obtaining the secret of ascending to the sky, gaining insight into the supernatural techniques of blood and qi, and snatching what artifacts such as the Killing Divine Arrow and the Sealing God List in this Son Consciousness Sea, all of these things will fall on Fang Wuxie's body.

Therefore, Xiaoyaozi cannot be returned. As soon as he stretched out his hand and grabbed it, he wanted to control the long sword and cut off Fang Wuxie's two legs first.

"Bell!"

Before the sword could fly, Fang Wuxie's stone bow struck horizontally on the hilt, and the long sword inserted into the earth went straight into the ground with a pop, leaving a deep hole with a thick bowl mouth in its place.

Although Xiaoyaozi can control the sword in the air, he does not use the method of sword cultivation natal flying sword, and the sword is all based on qi induction. At this time, Fang Wuxie not only knocked the sword deep into the ground, but also knocked away the true qi attached to the sword by Xiaoyaozi.

This sword will be out of Xiaoyaozi's control for a while.

Xiaoyaozi was hateful and shocked in his heart, because after Fang Wuxian cut off his connection with the sword, he had already bent his bow and arrows and shot an arrow at him.

"Shameless thief!" Xiaoyaozi scolded with hatred, without the sword in his hand, it took two more points of true qi to break through the confinement of the Killing God Arrow. Xiaoyaozi had the heart to rush through the thirty-meter distance to control Fang Wuxie, but when he saw that the blood-colored arrow had already taken shape in Fang Wuxie's right hand, how could he dare to risk his life to win, so he flew back.

"Poof!"

As if the sound of the car tire deflating suddenly sounded, Fang Wuxie's eyes were scattered, and the blood-colored arrow in his right hand exploded like a blood mist, partially blending into his body, partly absorbed by the stone bow, and a small part fell on the soil in front of Fang Wuxie's body.

The blood mist seemed to have an extremely terrifying corrosive power, and a two-meter-deep crater appeared silently in the hard ground in early spring. And Fang Wuxian pounced again and fell directly into the deep pit.

Xiaoyaozi was stunned by the sudden appearance, just now Fang Wuxian suddenly made a move to cut off his connection with the sword, and he knew that he had been tricked again. He and his embarrassed escape, if Fang Wuxian could shoot two or three more arrows in a row, there was a great chance that he would be injured by the arrows. But the original situation of forbearance and lore was interrupted like this, which made Xiaoyaozi suspect that the other party was using a trick again.

There shouldn't be such a use of the available meter, right? It doesn't make sense to have to start all over again when you have already taken advantage of it.

Xiaoyaozi stepped forward cautiously, he first took out the sword from the depths of the soil, during this period he was less than five meters away from Fang Wuxian lying at the bottom of the pit, and Fang Wuxian did not have any sneak attack movements, it was expected that he was really unconscious, he was a little relieved.

Xiaoyaozi stared at the unconscious Fang Wuxie, with resentment and a little admiration in his heart. This opponent who has never even stepped into the fourth order, it doesn't matter if he escapes from him several times, the most important thing is to make him so embarrassed that he still has been tricked and doesn't know if he can go to the root! He sighed, and his anger turned into a giant hand, grabbing Fang Wuxian in the pit.

"Buzz ......"

Suddenly, a huge tremor sound came from the heavens and the earth, and a soft white light illuminated the entire woodland, shooting rapidly towards Xiaoyaozi.

Xiaoyaozi's left hand subconsciously covered his eyebrows, but he found that the white light was not the white light in the sea, so he was a little settled. Carefully perceiving it, he found that the white light that shot was nothing more than a long sword, and although the momentum was strong, it was only the first to enter the realm of the sixth order. The long sword in his right hand was unfurled, and with a bang, he blocked the flying white light.

The strength of Xiaoyaozi's true qi was almost similar to that of a seventh-order peak cultivator, even if he had consumed a lot before, it was by no means comparable to an ordinary sixth-order cultivator. But he split the flying white light, but he didn't split the indomitable sword intent. I felt that endless white light erupted from the flying sword, passed through the sword in my hand, and rushed into my body.

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Washed away by the sword intent, Xiaoyaozi took three steps back, only then stabilized his figure, and was just about to open his mouth to ask "who is coming", but suddenly felt that a huge mountain peak appeared in front of him, and he was so small that he lost the meaning of existence, and he was so frightened that he sat on the ground.

A momentary loss of consciousness is enough to cost any master his life.

The white light that was split by Xiaoyaozi turned around in the air, and instantly appeared in front of Xiaoyaozi's throat. At this time, Xiaoyaozi had just come back to his senses and saw the sword hovering in front of his throat, and a woman standing indifferently not far away.

With Xiaoyaozi's cultivation at this time, stabbing his throat will not kill him, but if he accidentally cuts off his head, even an immortal will have to die. He slowly got up, the sword in his hand rising intentionally or unintentionally, but he was not sure to knock it away before it stabbed through his throat.

"Who are you? Do you have a grudge against you? ”

The woman didn't care about Xiaoyaozi's small movements, her eyes turned to the deep pit, there was a little doubt and compassion in her eyes, as if she was talking to herself, and as if she was asking Xiaoyaozi: "He is Fang Su, how did he become like this?" ”

The woman's voice was very good, as if there was honey in her mouth, but Xiaoyaozi couldn't hear a trace of emotion in her voice, and a chill rose for no reason.