The corners of Jin Mingyue's mouth stiffened, turned her head, and looked at Gu Shi, "You..."

Isn't it stupid...

The second half of the sentence still can't be said.

Because he thinks it's useless to reason with such people.

"Look at what? Is it reasonable to take advantage of people's danger? Gu Yan raised his eyebrows and was full of energy, "I can't see you being so shameless." ”

Jin Mingyue looked at him, with a deep smile and a little sarcasm in her eyes.

"Thou hast fought him sixteen times without a single victory, and thou hast not felt defeated in thy heart?" Jin Mingyue said leisurely, her face was light, and she didn't realize how much this sentence hurt someone's self-esteem.

Gu Yan's face darkened, he hated this number a little, gritted his teeth, and asked, "Why do you remember so clearly?!" ”

Neuropathy!

"I just want to make it clear that he's not weaker than you when he's injured." Jin Mingyue smiled slightly and continued, "If it were you, would you be willing to fight me?" ”

Gu Yan frowned, "You want to fight me?" ”

"Yes, you are willing to accept my fight, why can't the Fifth Morning Stream be at the same level as you? Do you think it's the right word to take advantage of people's danger? ”

Gu Yan's head began to spin in circles.

He didn't understand this magical logic, but looking at Jin Mingyue's righteous and awe-inspiring face, he vaguely felt a trace of guilt.

"The word is not very good." He whispered, turning his head to ease the embarrassment.

Jin Mingyue smiled and waved her sleeves away.

The rest of Gu Yan continued to think about what he had just said with a sad face, and the gray Dao robe occasionally fluttered with the direction of the wind. Revealing blue bottoms, his delicate face is facing the sky, dazed but cute.

……

……

Fifth, when the morning stream returns. There was some unsteady footing.

When you stand still, shake slightly.

Looking at Zhao District under the tree with a pale face, he looked at the shirt in his hand and suddenly realized something.

Zhao raised his head and looked at the fifth morning stream, his eyes flashing with a little joy.

When I saw the dress in his hand, my eyes were a little complicated. It's both touching and funny.

"Isn't that what a pity?!"

She sat still, not daring to move, and looked at the fifth morning stream. A playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Fifth Chenjian threw her clothes to her, then turned his back to her, and the long back made her stunned for a moment.

Zhao took the clothes with peace of mind. Shout out the Golden Crow. A second measure was taken.

Within the light group, she began to wear some loose clothes, and when she changed into a handmade aunt's towel, the whole person was much more comfortable.

After burning the dirty clothes immediately, she sighed heartily.

It's finally done.

"Alright, you can turn around." She whispered, crouching and began to roll up her trouser legs.

On the fifth morning stream, when he turned around, he saw the jade-white thin neck. and the wind blowing his forehead to reveal the delicate wings of his nose, his eyes flashed. He whispered, "After you go back to the Red River, remember to get the Heavenly Curse Scroll." ”

Zhao stopped moving, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It turned out to be for this...

She raised her head and said with a smile, "For your sake, I'll help you get it." ”

Fifth Chen's brows moved, and he was about to say something, but Zhou Huan's shouts not far away rang out.

"Stop talking! Come and help! ”

Zhao didn't think about it, and began to run towards the source of the sound with a wide sleeve robe.

Fifth, the morning stream followed with steps.

The two arrived at their destination one after the other.

I saw that the red light was surging around the forest, and the murderous aura was surging, tens of thousands of small sword blades collided in the air, and the sound of a thud sounded, Zhou Huan's clothes had been cut into thin strips, and those broken small wounds were difficult to heal, and the blood that flowed out made him a little lacking in energy.

Yue Qingzhen used the Mitsubishi stab to the side to block this strong attack, but it could also be seen from the slightly trembling wrist that she was also a little unable to withstand the sword light of this fucking sword.

Even if the heart of Mo Evil has lost its original cultivation true element, the tens of thousands of sharp swords in the sword house are not easy to match.

One man against one sword, you can win.

One person against ten thousand swords, it is about to be defeated.

This is about everyone under the apocalypse.

As the sword venerable of the demon clan, Mo Xie left a heart that was not weaker than that of any god in the realm of knowing fate in the cultivation world.

This is where the final difficulty of this trial lies.

What should you do when your realm is weaker than others and you can't do it to others?

Zhou Huan first chose to hold together, but this was useless, but it made the two of them fall into a stalemate, and if they went down, they would definitely lose.

Since this can't be done, the young man had a flash of inspiration, and remembered Zhao District....and the Fifth Morning Stream.

He looked at the fifth morning stream with bright eyes, looking at him expectantly.

Zhao also looked at him and said, "Don't you go?" ”

"You can restore a wisp of his mind and let him accompany you across the Red River."

Fifth Chenjian stood aside and proposed a strategy that seemed feasible.

Zhao District: "......"

"Stop talking, okay?" Zhou Huan had a bitter face, and he was about to cry, and when he said a word, there were more than a dozen wounds on his body, and after looking at him pitifully, Hengyu was also weak and about to disappear.

Zhao District's face changed, and he immediately stepped forward to help him block some of the sword light.

"Say, how do you restore his mind?"

"Communicate."

The fifth morning stream said coldly, with no fluctuation in his eyes, as if he was watching another farce.

The sword light was three feet away from him, and he could no longer take a step forward, and the sonorous sound of the sword sounded one after another, as if it was afraid of his strength.

Zhao District's eyes flashed a little familiar, how did this sound like Zhao Kuo said, when he first introduced the spirit, it wasn't like this....

The current practice world is mainly based on communication.

She smiled bitterly, closed her eyes, and began to detach a wisp of mental power to test the remnants of each sword. Some of the swords were extremely angry, and as soon as they touched it, their minds were dizzy, and when they eased up, another sword also collided, and she cried out in distress and hurriedly summoned the natural spirit.

As soon as the golden crow came out, the entire dense forest was bright, and the ten thousand remnant swords began to tremble, as if they were dancing.

Zhao was stunned and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"This is the benefit of the Demon King's lineage." Jin Crow's voice sounded in his head, and his deep voice seemed to have entered a certain ceremony, which was solemn.

"My light can only kill people here, but in the demon clan, it can save people."

Zhao didn't know why, looking at the light in the air.

There was a little more confusion in her eyes, did she have a good understanding of her natural spirit?

Why are you always in a passive state when it comes to critical times?

As soon as this kind of self-blame rose, Jin Crow sneered, "Don't think about it, after the apocalypse, let's talk about this issue again." ”

Zhao District black line

I don't know when this blackbird, who likes to work against her, began to change her ways to motivate her to move forward.

It seems that he is the only one who has been by her side and has never left her..... (To be continued......)