The weather had just turned from winter, and the sky was still clear before, but now the wind was already blowing, and I don't know why.

Everyone was on the top of the mountain again, and the stronger the wind, the more rustling the bamboo forest outside the palace. The newly grown willow leaves fell to the ground.

Among the crowd above the martial field, there were more and more disciples who were controlled by the heartless powder, and there were constant riots.

A lot of people have already killed their red eyes, looking crazy, not normal.

Seeing this, Master Junyi couldn't help but sigh, and then with his internal strength, he began to recite the Pure Heart Mantra.

The crowd gradually quieted down, and the killing intent in their eyes slowly receded. A group of seniors picked out those disciples who were accidentally recruited in the crowd and subdued them one by one.

A wave of unsettled waves, and another turmoil. The black-clothed puppet that was still twisting on the ground just now had slowly stood up and walked towards them.

Mo Yanxi frowned, but saw that the man in black who had just been shot to the ground by the silver needle had not moved, and couldn't help asking, "These people didn't move?" Could it be the utility of silver needles? ”

Liu Tangyue pondered for a while before saying: "This silver needle has the effect of paralyzing the nerves, and the heartless powder controls the nervous thinking, it should not have played its role. But... The heartless powder with bubble eggs is powerful, and I am afraid that it will not take long for the silver needle to lose its effect. ”

The only way he could think of now was useless, Mo Yanxi's expression gradually became solemn.

The sky gradually darkened, and the sunset slowly faded its brilliance. The last crescent-like sun hanging over the horizon held everyone's hearts together. It is as if in the darkness, all hope has come to an end, and there is no way out, only despair.

Finally, a black-clothed puppet rushed up, and a black tiger plucked out his heart and attacked Bai Keqin, who was standing at the front.

Bai Keqin's eyes were quick, and he hurriedly swung his sword and slashed at the hand that stretched out, but what he didn't expect was that this hand was as indestructible as an iron block.

Seeing this, Bai Keqin hurriedly leaned back, dodged the attack, and immediately made a decision, exerting all his strength, and kicked the puppet several feet away.

More and more black-clothed puppets rushed over, one after another, layer by layer, densely packed. Everyone was surrounded in the middle, their expressions solemn, some of them were pale, some were frightened into a cold sweat, and their hands holding swords kept shaking.

Xu Zili saw that the frightened swords of the Xu family disciples beside him couldn't hold them steadily, and he couldn't help but scold: "Look at your appearance one by one, just such a scene is afraid of the enemy before the battle!" What qualifications do you have to hold the sword in your hand! ”

When everyone heard this, their morale soared, and they became entangled with the black-clothed puppet.

Yuan Huaisheng pushed Mo Yanxi behind him and said coldly: "Pinch my corner, stand up, don't let go." ”

After speaking, his right hand slanted, and the wind shook a black-clothed puppet down.

At the moment of life and death, Mo Yanxi was absolutely not hypocritical, pinching the corner of Yuan Huaisheng's clothes, and firmly pulling Tang Mingsang with his other hand.

Among them, only Yuan Huaisheng, Su Changfeng, and Xiangxue, who follow the wind and practice martial arts diligently, are the only ones who know martial arts now. The three of them stood in front, forming a human wall, firmly protecting Mo Yanxi and the others, who did not know martial arts, behind them.

Tang Mingsang is young and still a scholar, and when he saw such a scene, his frightened legs were a little weak, his face was very pale, and he retched for a while.

Seeing this, Nan Ke hurriedly pulled Tang Mingsang's head over, covered his eyes, and said, "I know how to read on weekdays, and I don't know how to exercise and exercise my guts, and there will be more days like this in the future!" You've got it! ”

Tang Mingsang was weak, leaned on Nan Kede's arms, stared in confusion, and shouted in a low voice: "Mother." ”

Chi Lian Chengqian smashed the skull of a black-clothed puppet with one palm, and looked around the martial arts field, there were already breakthroughs in some places.

Chilian Chengqian immediately shouted: "A few of us stand on each foot, trouble Master Junyi to look around, if there is an opening, it will be blocked." After all, they are still young and can't handle it! ”

When Xu Zili and other seniors heard this, they were orderly and quickly changed positions, and they were about to fall apart before they re-formed the phalanx.

All of a sudden, the sound of blades, roars, and cries echoed in the palace.

Chi Lian Zi threw a dart and shot down the black-clothed puppet who had just stepped on the martial field, and he was squeezed by the disciples on both sides and pushed back two steps, just pushing to Mo Yanxi's side.

Chi Lian Zi turned his head and saw that Mo Yanxi was protected by everyone in the center, so he was even more angry, and he thought about it. snorted coldly, and then slapped Mo Yanxi out with a palm.

The soft brocade robe was grabbed into a crumpled bag, leaving only a warm sweat stain on it, and the hand that held it firmly was suddenly gone.

Everything happened too suddenly, and when Mo Yanxi reacted, the whole person had been sent to the edge of the martial arts field by the palm force, his body lost his support, staggered and fell, and the white hosta flower on the green silk fell to the ground, and was torn apart by everyone's trampling.

Mo Yanxi stretched out his hand and grabbed it instinctively, but there was no soft place as he imagined.

Behind him is a dense black-clad puppet, and once it falls, there is no possibility of survival.

Between the lightning and flint, a warm big hand snatched it up and rescued Mo Yanxi's body that was about to fall.

Yuan Huaisheng turned his feet, turned his back to the black-clothed puppet, and pushed Mo Yanxi forward, pushing her into an absolutely safe place.

A cyan hand was claw-shaped, and he dug towards Yuan Huaisheng's neck without hesitation, but fortunately, Yuan Huaisheng reacted in time and protected his neck with internal breath, and the green hand was isolated outside, and in the end only three blood marks that were not deep or shallow.

But other places were not so lucky, but between breaths, Yuan Huaisheng's brocade robe had been caught in tatters, and he could even see the blood seeping out through the snow-white underwear.

Mo Yanxi looked at that place in a daze, although there were constantly figures floating in front of her, but as far as her eyes could see, there was only that tall figure.

"At this time, you are still in a daze, it seems that your heart is much more spacious than mine."

Before I knew it, the figure was getting closer and closer, and there was a sound of laughter above my head. As soon as Mo Yanxi raised his head, he met a pair of amber eyes, which were rippling with winter glaciers, but they were not cold at all.

Yuan Huaisheng didn't speak, took Mo Yanxi's hand and returned to the original place, then put her on his lower back, and said coldly: "Don't let go this time, I'll only save you once." ”

Mo Yanxi was still stunned, her heart was pounding, and she didn't even notice that her eyes were warm and tears flowed.

Chi Lian Zi stared at this place secretly, biting her lip, and the hatred in her heart became deeper and deeper.

The roaring around him never stopped, and everyone on the martial arts field was already tired. It's a pity that the house leak happened to rain overnight, as Liu Tangyue said, it was only half an hour, and the skin of the black-clothed man lying on the arrow array gradually began to turn cyan, and his body wriggled like maggots. In just a moment, there were already people standing up.

The last rays of light on the horizon were gone, and the whole land was plunged into endless darkness, and if you listened closely, you could hear the beasts that came out to feed in the night.

"Oh no, they've woken up too!"

An exclamation from the crowd gathered everyone's eyes together, and everyone looked at more and more puppets, heart failure. Despair gradually appeared in his eyes. The corpses on the ground still exude a fishy smell, these puppets are no longer human, like painless beasts, eating human flesh, drinking human blood, and never getting tired of it.

Mo Yanxi raised his head and glanced at Yuan Huaisheng secretly, although he was now embarrassed, his hair was messy, and his clothes were disheveled, but from her point of view, his angular face did not loosen in the slightest, and his eyes were still clear and translucent, and he did not see half of the decadence.

Even at this time, he is still like a rebellious tiger, calm and calm, and never bows his head. He always gives people an indescribable sense of reassurance. It seems that as long as he is there, any difficulty can be easily passed.

Even a character like Chilian Chengqian now has a hint of fear, his expression is solemn, and his face is haggard.

Seeing that everyone was about to be submerged in the puppet, a firework suddenly sounded outside the palace, and the pheasant looked up and saw a red and Dilian blooming enthusiastically in the air, and then it could not be displayed.

Above the martial field, a raging fire was ignited, under the flickering yellow light. These golems are like demons crawling out of hell.

Just when everyone was puzzled, outside the palace, there was a sudden sound of hooks, and one after another sharp hooks flew in from outside the high wall, and then penetrated the shoulder blades of the black-clothed puppet. I don't know what these hooks are made of, the skin that can't be cut just now is as brittle as paper under these hooks.

The pheasant was forced off the high wall, found a place to stay, and stared warily.

Suddenly, a group of black-clad men with ghost faces climbed over the high wall and headed straight for the puppet.

The crowd was shocked, but their faith was restored.

"These... Are the reinforcements who came to our rescue? ”

Xu Zili was a little unsure, these people were very unfamiliar, so the tricks were not famous.

Chilian Chengqian thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes were cold: "What kind of reinforcements, these are clearly the people of the ghost Shura!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the more confused everyone became, if they were the people of the ghost Shura, how could they stand with them and fight against the heavy mountain road! Wouldn't it be even better if you sat back and enjoyed it?

"They're finally here!"

Mo Yanxi said, finally breathed a sigh of relief, the heartstrings that had been stretched for several hours relaxed, and the whole person immediately weakened his legs, and he couldn't stand up straight.

Yuan Huaisheng pulled Mo Yanxi up, turned his head and said: "Even if you die, you can only die standing up, and if you lower your body, it's not so easy to straighten up again." ”