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He would not refuse the essence blood sent to the door.

In fact, Zhao Tianyu had already prepared the essence blood for him, in a small town not far from Emei City.

It's just that with his current physical condition, it is not easy to return to Emei.

Before falling asleep, he walked on the wind for how long and how far, he did not know.

I only know that I must be far away from the Emei realm.

Murong Hao and Ouyang Hua went through three days and three nights of sleepless chasing before they arrived at this Ten Thousand Swords Temple.

You can imagine how far away from Emei is here......

In terms of his light skills, this distance is nothing, if it is downwind, it will only take half a day.

However, his health was too poor.

If you don't talk about it for half a day, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on to even half a pillar of incense.

The fire poison and cold poison in his body intensified, but he could only bear it alone, if it weren't for his invincible and immortal skills, he would have died long ago.

There are too few special cases like Yan Rong's.

The consequence of finding someone to share with him is that he has one more burden by his side.

Moreover, this sharer is difficult to find.

It's just cold poison, and now there is another fire poison.

Unless he is a top master, it is difficult to withstand the torture of these two poisons if he changes to others.

So, he needs essence blood, he really needs it, it's urgent.

Obviously, only Murong Hao is the best choice at the moment.

The weather is getting cooler and the autumn mood is getting stronger.

In the wide courtyard, the fallen leaves dance in the wind and the flowers sway.

Murong Hao and Ouyang Hua's expressions gradually became solemn.

There seemed to be only two paths in front of them.

One is to leave everything, and the other is to resist.

The first two categorically did not choose, and the second one they did not want to choose.

After all, the strength of Xia Xiaojian and Nangong Tiezhu is really incomprehensible.

Their current state is not good, and the result of rash resistance may not be very good.

This does not mean that they are afraid of Xia Xiaojian and Nangong Tiezhu.

It's just jealousy, scruples.

There are too many peerless magic skills in the rivers and lakes, there is no strongest martial arts, only the strongest people.

Don't look at Xia Xiaojian's formation is scary, in fact, it is not without weaknesses.

Even Xinghuan has it, how can others not have it.

But the weakness is there and you don't know until you've played it.

And they don't want to fight now, and they can't.

It is rumored that the consequence of breaking into the Ten Thousand Swords Temple is death and life.

But none of those who died were heirs of the Lost School.

Nowadays, in the rivers and lakes, except for Xinghuan's flying knife, there is no other martial arts that can cover the sky with one hand.

Perhaps, but it just exists in the shadows, and it doesn't show its head for the time being.

The rivers and lakes are getting more and more chaotic, and there will always be times when those people can't bear to be lonely. Murong Hao and Ouyang Hua didn't want to choose the two choices, so there was only the last choice.

Run.

There is no shame in that.

The most important thing is to be alive, and when you die, there is nothing.

He who knows you best will always be your enemy.

As if they had cooperated countless times, Murong Hao and Ouyang incarnate moved at the same time.

Ouyang incarnated at the gate of the courtyard, so he moved the fastest and retreated the fastest.

Murong Hao was a little more miserable.

He was in the courtyard, and he could only be helplessly left behind by the long sword above his head.

Xia Xiaojian glanced meaningfully at the direction in which Ouyang Hua had left, and said with an inexplicable smile: "Pillar, go up." ”

With his long sword full of yards, Murong Hao couldn't run anyway.

Nangong Tiezhu paused, walked down the steps, and said without looking back: "Dead or alive?" ”

Xia Xiaojian put his hands behind his back, and said with a very extraordinary temperament: "Let's live first." ”

Murong Hao's face was cloudy, and his eyes were cautiously staring at Nangong Tiezhu.

It's useless to say anything now.

He couldn't just be caught, because then he would die.

Of course, Ouyang Hua would not really leave, but he was just hiding it for the time being, and he knew very well that the other party was secretly observing here.

If you don't see him die with your own eyes, that toad will never leave.

If he is restrained, the other party will definitely take the opportunity to make a move.

He was convinced of this.

So he had to resist.

In the current situation, only resistance can allow him to find a glimmer of life.

The golden glow on the horizon faded, and the sunset was about to sink completely.

The sky was dark, and the bright moon was already showing its head.

The night may be a little troublesome for the three of them at this moment, but for Xinghuan, it is the right time.

With the cover of night, he will be safer and more difficult to expose.

Silently, Xinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, the wine in his mouth continued, and he lay on the recliner as usual and looked at the three people in the field.

It seems that from the beginning he was ignored by everyone.

It seems that he pretended to be a quail, and the effect was quite good......

Just when Xinghuan was very satisfied and complacent, Murong Hao and Nangong Tiezhu suddenly moved.

In an instant, the two of them fought together, and you came and went.

Nangong Tiezhu's palm technique was not surprising at first glance, but after careful observation, he found that the other party was unexpectedly on par with Murong Hao's participation fingers.

Regarding the prestige of Nangong Tiezhu and Xia Xiaojian, Xinghuan didn't know anything about it.

Therefore, he didn't know the peculiarities of Nangong Iron Pillar's palm technique.

After three days and three nights of pursuit, Murong Hao's energy and internal strength were long gone, and there was not much left.

Soon, Murong Hao fell behind, and could only continue to dodge, or rely on the Douzhuan Star to unload the attack.

In the way of the other, give back to the other.

In his current state, there was only one chance to return Nangong Tiezhu's attack.

This is the only chance.

So he's waiting, waiting for the palm that can kill people in the air.

Although Nangong Tiezhu is very honest, his mind is not stupid at all, on the contrary, he is very smart.

He had already guessed Murong Hao's intentions.

Obviously, it can be more secure to slowly consume Murong Hao, why should he choose a palm with uncertain consequences?

Therefore, Murong Hao's abacus is destined to fail.

Nangong Tiezhu's caution made Murong Hao feel very tricky.

Now, he had no choice but to find another way.

If he fights, he will definitely not be able to fight, and if he continues to consume, he will lose sooner or later.

Silently, Murong Hao quickly glanced around with his afterglow.

The courtyard is full of long swords, and this road is impassable.

During the fight, Nangong Tiezhu had already blocked the courtyard gate.

Since the other party refused to use that palm, he had to force the other party to use it.

Secretly gritting his teeth, Murong Hao's fingertips connected.

Nangong Tiezhu was as calm as ever, and his wide palm greeted him without hesitation.

In the case of weak internal strength, Murong Hao's participation finger is too weak.

The moment the palms and fingers intersected, Nangong Tiezhu's figure paused.

These fingers are much more powerful than before, but that's about it.

It's just that Murong Hao's purpose has been achieved.

Taking advantage of the moment when Nangong Tiezhu's figure paused, Murong Hao's figure turned sharply, bypassing Nangong Tiezhu and rushing towards the courtyard gate.

It's not a long distance, it's just a blink of an eye.

Nangong Tiezhu's reaction was very fast, and a palm slammed on Murong Hao's back.

Blood sprayed in his mouth, and with the power of the palm on his back, Murong Hao's figure was even faster.

At the same time, for some reason, Nangong Tiezhu's face suddenly became a little blushing.

Fortunately, the night had darkened, and its skin was already a little dark, so it was hard to see.

At least Xinghuan on the side didn't see it at all.

Murong Hao's face was pale, and one foot had already stepped out of the courtyard gate, and the momentum of escape seemed to be unstoppable.

On the recliner, the wine in Xinghuan's mouth suddenly spurted out, and he coughed......

He's fine, he just wants to laugh.

Unfortunately, before he could laugh, he was interrupted by his extremely fragile body and coughed violently.

He swore that he would never forget Nangong Tiezhu in his life.

Under the moonlight, I saw Nangong Tiezhu's head suddenly turn up and down, left and right.

Immediately afterwards, with a flick of his head, his right hand instantly poked out and slapped at Murong Hao in the air.

A golden palm power was like a streamer, and it instantly came to Murong Hao's back.

The bright moonlight is soft and cold.

Nangong Tiezhu stood sideways, bowing his head slightly, maintaining the posture of slapping his palm.

Although this final pose is very handsome, it can never hide the comic action in the process of casting.

Xinghuan was suddenly very curious, what kind of palm is this?