It was because of the sword spirit that Wen Qian stopped, thinking that Wen Cheng was going to fail, so he chose to rush over and grab the sword at this time.

Grab the blade of the sword with one hand, use your own blood to renew the life of the Orange Sacrifice Sword, and break the hand of the Orange on the hilt of the sword with the other hand.

"You're really impressing the deity, the deity hasn't thought about it yet......"

Before the sword spirit finished speaking, Wen Qian let out a miserable scream, and was dragged by Zhao Heng behind him by his hair and pulled towards the well.

It turned out that Wen Qian rushed too fast just now and hit Zhao Heng, causing the apricots behind Zhao Heng to tumble into the well, Zhao Heng instinctively reached out to pull, but still couldn't pull the apricots out of the dry well.

The apricots, which are usually light enough for Zhao Heng to pick up with one hand, weigh thousands of catties at this time, consuming the little strength that Zhao Heng has left; It was as if there was another force in the well that was snatching apricots with Zhao Heng, but Zhao Heng was powerless against that force, and he was not an opponent at all.

Apricot also saw that Zhao Heng was powerless, and if it continued to be consumed, it would only be two people falling into the well together, Apricot didn't want Zhao Heng to be in danger, and with tears in her eyes, she smiled and reached out to break Zhao Heng's fingers.

"Apricot, don't make a fuss! Today, even if he is destined to confess to the Mo family, Lao Tzu will have to pull a cushion to accompany the funeral! Let the Mo family know that Lao Tzu is not easy to bully! ”

Zhao Heng saw Apricot's intentions, scolded Apricot loudly, and at the same time quickly freed up one hand, grabbed Wen Qian's hair with his backhand, and the three of them became grasshoppers on a rope.

"Yo, this is interesting, on the one hand, my sister is going to be burned to death by the unknown sword spirit, and on the other hand, she is the culprit who demolished the ancestral ancestral hall, and she is going to be pulled into the land of no return by the soul of the dead in the well. Hehe...... Mo Wenqian, choose one, do you want the deity to help you shave your hair, or directly shave Zhao's hand? This shaved hair, no blood, it's hard to understand the hatred in my heart, but this shaved hand ......"

The corners of the sword spirit's mouth rose and he was very satisfied with this play, and he was not in a hurry to take out the sword blade held in Wen Qian's hand, but followed Wen Qian's retreat and took a few steps forward, speaking very leisurely and letting Wen Qian choose for himself.

Zhao Heng didn't want to die so much, on one hand, the apricot was picking his hand and didn't want to be buried with him, and on the other hand, he was decided by the sword spirit! You have to decide your own life! You don't have to be in someone else's hands at all!

So Zhao Heng shouted: "The surname is Mo!" Don't be too arrogant! Don't forget that Lao Tzu's surname is Zhao! If Lao Tzu dies today, your Mo family will wait for this to be flattened! Then he gave up pulling the apricot up, grabbed Wen Qian's hair and dragged it into the dry well.

"Haha...... Have a backbone! That deity will fulfill you! The sword spirit manipulated Wen Cheng to pull back the bronze sword that Wen Qian was holding.

"Wait! If you draw your sword now, my hands will be wasted!" ”

Wen Qian knew that once the sword spirit drew the sword, the hand he held the sword would be abolished, but he still took back the hand that grabbed Wen Cheng's wrist and held the sword blade together.

"Scrap one to save my sister, scrap a pair? That's your own stupidity! ”

The sword spirit was still about to draw his sword, and Wen Qian shouted again:

"Wait! I know I'm stupid right now! My scalp is about to be ripped off, and I want to put on another pair of hands, but if I don't do this, I will become an indirect murderer! ”

"Alas, thousands of years! The descendants of the Mo family have never understood this truth, and the villain never listens to the decent reasoning! ”

The sword spirit sighed and stretched out his hand to draw his sword, and Wen Qian, who was already being dragged by Zhao Heng and had no power to fight back, suddenly took two steps forward, and grabbed the bulge in front of the hilt with one free hand.

"I don't ask Qian! Today, with the name as a pledge, the power of the gods, willing to crisscross yin and yang, support justice, and the sword spirit of the sword heart together to coexist and prosper, with the deed as evidence! ”

Wen Qian tried his last bit of strength to wipe the blood contract and shouted out the word contract, and then willingly let go and let Zhao Heng pull him into the dry well.

Because of Wen Qian's sudden let go, Zhao Terrier fell directly into the dry well, and Wen Qian also leaned back and followed, just when the back of Wen Qian's head was about to hit the wall of the well, Wen Cheng suddenly reached out and grabbed Wen Qian's hand.

"Ask Orange...... Is that you? "Wen Qian's hands hurt and his scalp hurt, and the expression on his face was too indescribable.

"You think too much, it's still the deity! The deity just wants to hold you and ask, who taught you to make a double contract? ”

"Mo Chou's memory has merged with me for some reason......" Before Wen Qian finished speaking, he let go of Ask Orange, and the back of Wen Qian's head was knocked on the wall of the well, and he was completely dragged down the dry well by Zhao Heng.

The three of them fell less than half a meter before they fell to a pile of white bones, except for Wen Qian's hands were made by himself and his hair was pulled by Zhao Heng, and the three of them fell almost unscathed.

"Heh, this girl has already made a contract in advance, and even the blood of her palm has been sacrificed, and your double contract is invalid! Even if you cut off both hands, the deity won't recognize you. Since the three of you are so righteous and willing to live and die together, let's enjoy it, what is it like to have a sinking demon well that has harmed all the men of the Mo family! ”

Wen Cheng stood by the well with a grim smile, and suddenly jumped on the wall of the well and looked into the distance, and shouted loudly:

"Who? Hide your head and show your tail villain! ”

"Villain? I'm not a gentleman in the first place! Brother, it's so hard for me to find you, but you are training the juniors of the Mo family here? Twelve years ago, if I hadn't reacted quickly, you would have killed your brother with your own hands! ”

The hoarse and harsh sound came from nowhere, and it became even more strange after entering the well, as if countless steel needles pierced the eardrums.

"Apricot, your ears are bleeding......"

Zhao Hengken thought it was a savior, and wanted to ask Qianxian how his grandfather was fighting, but the more he listened, the more wrong it became, and the apricot next to him squatted on the ground and held his head trembling, Zhao Heng hurriedly squatted down to accompany the apricot.

"This ...... This well is very strange, from the beginning of entering the well, I have been powerless, young master, I am afraid that I can no longer protect you. ”

The conversation outside the well continued to enter the well, and the apricots had been bleeding from the sound of the sound, and the whole person leaned on the wall of the well, trying not to let himself lie on the white bones and cause trouble to Zhao Heng.

"Where's the arm of the apricot? Pact's Protector! It can also save the life of an apricot! ”

How could Zhao Heng not see that Xingzi was holding on, and yelled at Wen Qian to ask for his arm.

"Fell out on the ground...... Pact's Protector? Wouldn't it be okay to ask Orange? So what did I just do? Hurt a pair of hands in vain. ”

Wen Qian pointed at it awkwardly, embarrassedly told Zhao Heng that he didn't bring his arm down, and then his attention was all on the pact spirit protector, and he was very remorseful, he knew that the bronze sword had already recognized the orange master, and he followed what he was blindly mixed with, and he also learned to set up a double pact to control the sword spirit in his memory, and now it is okay, the double pact is injured in vain.

"Ahh I don't care if you're okay! Apricot is going to have an accident, I'll let your whole family be buried together! ”

Zhao Heng roared like a mad dog and rushed over, grabbed Wen Qian's collar, pushed him to hit the wall of the well, stood on tiptoe and said cruel words very imposingly.

"Let go! Your demolition of my ancestral hall is not over yet! Don't try to fool your woman with her injury! ”

Wen Qian was not convinced, raised his foot and kicked, Zhao Heng did not stabilize his heel and stepped on the bone, the momentum was instantly broken, and he was thinking about how to get back some face, Wen Cheng suddenly fell from the wellhead, and fell on the bone pile close to Zhao Heng's back.

In order to prevent Zhao Heng from being injured and causing trouble to the Mo family, he instinctively reached out and dragged Zhao Heng, but Zhao Heng himself lost his center of gravity and threw himself into Wen Qian's arms, and his chin rested on Wen Qian's shoulder.