With endless determination, Qingshuang chased after the snake's head.

Fu Wan was about to swing a fatal blow, when suddenly there was a pang between her eyebrows, and she looked back with a feeling, almost -

Fu Wan suddenly lifted his breath and rose into the air, avoiding the prohibition behind him. But the snake's head took advantage of this gap and bit down on Fu Wan in one bite!

She couldn't dodge, feeling that her identity as a cultivator was too watery!

Can you come to a non-water identity?

Fu Wanzheng was stunned, and was pushed away, and something was inserted on his head.

She was pushed so far away that she barely coughed up a mouthful of blood and hurriedly looked over there.

Song Jing's shoulder was bitten through by Xuanwu, and blood immediately stained his clothes. Suffering such a blow, he staggered to his feet with his broken iron sword.

Junxiu, who was covered in blood, barely raised a smile on his face, and spoke to her, "Hurry up." ”

He used to think that if he died one day, he would also want to take his master with him. Shizun is so good, even if it is death, he wants them to be together.

However, it turned out that he was still reluctant.

He lifted the long sword in his hand and pounced on Xuanwu.

Fu Wan burst into tears unconsciously, and subconsciously cleared the frost in one fell swoop, and pounced directly.

She grabbed Song Jing's waist, stuffed the person who was so weak that he walked shaky behind her, and pushed him hard to send him up. She held Qingshuang in her hand and walked towards Xuanwu with all her might.

Her mad dog villain can't die!

But at this moment, Xuanwu's red eyes completely turned black, and he just avoided her sword and didn't fight back.

What's going on?

Fu Wan felt a little unreal.

Before she could figure out what was going on, the huge Xuanwu suddenly shrunk into the size of a fist. Then the paws were gouged, and they flew to Song Jing's side slowly, their heads shrunk, and they rolled into Song Jing's sleeves.

Fu Wan: "......"

Song Jing took out the little turtle, his eyes were cold, and he lifted the long sword at his waist and was about to slash it.

If you hurt your master, you must die!

Shizun can't even take his life for him, such a good Shizun, he doesn't allow her to be hurt.

It will never be allowed unless he dies.

Fu Wan: "Wait! ”

There must be adventures not only for the protagonist, but also for the villain!

Otherwise, how could he resist the anti-heaven cultivation come about? Thinking of this, Fu Wan felt that this Xuanwu was probably going to take refuge in Song Jing.

"Master?" He hesitated to look at her, blank.

Fu Wan thought for a while and said, "It doesn't seem to have malicious intent, don't hurt it yet, maybe it can help us get in intact." ”

Even if the Xuanwu is solved, the forbidden spell inside is troublesome.

Since it was her who spoke, Song Jing put down the long sword in his hand and quietly handed Xuanwu to her.

Fu Wan thought that she couldn't beat this thing, so she was a little empty.

As if he had seen through her thoughts, the corners of his lips provoked a seemingly non-existent arc, which quickly disappeared, and said in a low voice: "How should the master try?" ”

Fu Wan sat on the ground, propped his chin and said, "You try to communicate with it with your spiritual sense." ”

She looked at the little villain's blood, took out all the medicines she used to treat the wound, picked a few of the best ones, walked over with her sword and spread her hands: "Eat it." ”

He obediently took the pill and prepared to mobilize his spiritual sense to communicate with the little turtle.

Fu Wan held him down and said, "I'll help you regulate your breath." ”

When the pranayama was over, the wounds on his body began to stop bleeding, and it was estimated that they had begun to heal. Seeing that his state was okay, Fu Wan yawned and said, "You go and communicate with the little turtle." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she fell asleep with the Frost Sword on her pillow.

The more advanced the cultivation, if the cultivation is not suppressed, the stronger the backlash will be.

Fu Wan broke through the cultivation suppression twice, causing quite serious internal injuries, and fighting against Xuanwu, who was even more powerful than her, she was in pain all over her body at this time, and she was even more tired.

Although her eyes were closed, she was still very uncomfortable with the pain all over her body.

Fu Wan lay down for a while and stuffed himself with a lot of pills.

But it's still not very comfortable.

With the help of Xuanwu, Song Jing really lifted the ban. Xuanwu also led the two of them in very intimately.

The Crystal Palace is very luxurious, full of gemstones. However, it is the Ancient Treasure that is the most powerful.

Fu Wan looked around and said, "You can pick a natal magic weapon here." ”

In the book, the villain's magic weapon is not this tattered iron sword.

Since this place is related to him, it is still quite possible to find his natal magic weapon moonrise here.

Song Jing used his divine sense to check in the crystal palace, and after a while, a long sword in the corner that was completely black, only the snow-white and bright blade of the sword emitted a clear sword sound, trembled for a while, and flew towards Song Jing suddenly.

But the long sword did not fall directly into his hands, but instead slammed around in the air, just not for Song Jing to hold.

Fu Wan said: "I think, as long as you can hold it firmly in your hand, it will go with you." ”

Song Jing let out an "um" and flew to chase the long sword.

The sword was very obedient, and when Song Jing was about to hold it, it flew up violently. But Song Jing was even more sophisticated, after he was tricked by the sword twice, he pretended to hold the sword, but in fact, his body was lifted up sharply and he firmly held the sword in his hand.

The long sword was held in his hand, and it buzzed unhappily.

Fu Wan felt that the sword was lively, "If you drip blood on the sword, it will recognize the master." ”

Song Jing cut his fingertip and dripped a drop of blood upward, and sure enough, the long sword gradually quieted down.

"Our sword cultivation focuses on the unity of man and sword, and your sword will be your closest companion on the path of cultivation. Now that it has confessed to the Lord, you should also give it a name. The woman described her as embarrassed, but her expression was gentle and calm, like a bright and quiet moon on the horizon.

Song Jing lowered his eyelashes, looked at a snow-white halo on the black long sword, and said in a low voice, "Moonrise." ”

The moon rises brightly, and the best people are shining.

Fu Wan nodded, the snow-white brilliance on the pitch-black long sword was indeed as beautiful as the crescent moon on the horizon.

But the two of them didn't find the Ice Bone Pill.

According to what Xuanwu said to Song Jing, the Ice Bone Pill was taken many years ago, so it is estimated that there is no such thing as the Ice Bone Pill in this world.

In other words, his snake venom cannot be solved.

But it is also a very worthwhile thing to be able to find the moonrise, Fu Wan said: "Let's go." ”

Song Jing hesitantly glanced at Xuanwu, who had become like a little Wang Ba.

Although Fu Wan thought it was quite scary for this thing to start crazy, he ...... It's in the hands of the little villain, just a little king.

"If you like it, bring it." Fu Wan said lightly.