Everything turned into darkness, here is a woodland, soon the moon will fall and the stars will be sparse, and nothing can be seen in the sky, what else can there be?

Shake the heavens and the earth.

Xuan Zhongshi was embarrassed, his hand, all the time, covered his wound, it was a big wound, it looked bloody, the amount of bleeding was also very large, has the shoulder blade been pierced?

His cultivation made Xuan Zhongshi regret it the most.

His straw bale cultivation, because of the collapse of that pipa bone - yes, isn't this extremely bad for himself?

In the harsh environment, he didn't recognize the herbs here, and besides, even if the little things were dotted with a strong medicinal fragrance, he still didn't dare to pick them up--if it was really pitted, wouldn't it be really bad?

The wound that is not optimistic, the fat man slashed down, and quickly cut through the mess, so that his muscles were directly cut out of a gap, he didn't dare to move his left arm, and naturally the whole person was like a waste.

A subtle touch of heaven and earth qi slowly marched inside the extremely dilapidated pipa bone.

Panic.

The sky was also gloomy, and the fat man, deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, made him afraid, and made him feel bad as if he were nothing.

Things are really bad, the situation in front of him is completely one-sided!

What a thing, he couldn't avoid it, and the cold cut his heart like a sickle.

His consciousness became blurred, the whole person dragged his feet, he only felt that his calves were very sore, his heart was very soft, the faint water vapor was exhaled roughly by him, and the air he quickly inhaled relieved him of some suffocation.

However, the pain was still there, and he couldn't bear the torment.

Did he have ice cream on his face? Why is it so cold?

Can it be colder?

The loud sound of collision stopped, and the sound of "snort" was still violent, and Xuan Zhongshi pricked up his ears and was slightly stunned, as if he had discovered something for a while.

Immediately, he pulled his legs and ran.

"Jiji, what is the matter with you little miscellaneous fish, I dominate the world!"

The fat man stood high in the bleak air, his eyebrows and eyes were smiling, and he looked really confident, some of them were virtual hidden weapons, all of them collided with colored droplets, and when they touched the air, a slip of white smoke spread out directly, deriving a piece of roughness.

Hidden weapons? Is this thing really a secret weapon?

Reflecting the more and more powerless of the Moon Sword, it was dizzy, and was hit hard by the stick, and the whole child didn't know the south, south, south, north, and west, and soon, it was like a tumbler, and its body was cold and cold, but there was no sense of vitality in it.

I have already fallen, and the sound of "crackling" on the body of the stick is also intense, bursting out with a sudden glow.

Because the Moon-Chasing Sword was originally an extremely cold thing, it was harnessed by the Xuan Middle World, the cold-forged armor-like defensive power was real, and the invincible strength was also real, and there was no controversy.

This is the more characteristic of being sympathetic to the Xuan Middle Ages.

Xuan Zhongshi and it, like each other, seem to have lived and died together, equally divided, it, now that it sees that its master is in distress, why not save it?

With a "whoosh", it was unwilling to be a deserter, and its sword body was cold and cold, and it was slashed at will.

With a "poof", the sparks came out, all of which were hot and dry, rising in front of them.

It's kind of scary.

The flowering stick, the tip of which had just been flowed through by the heat, and the fine iron was shot by the cold of the sun, and it was lifeless.

Cracked with thin cracks, these wear and tear, although the recovery is simple, but the force of the blow to the fat man, he is unrecognizable, and he also raised his eyes and smiled wickedly.

Now there is a Xuanzhong world.

This is not another sound, but because of the harder things, the sharp things, directly penetrate the air, and these illustrious destructive powers do not cooperate with the escape of the Xuan Middle Ages.

He was still busy entering the girl's lot, and he had already turned into a civet cat and crashed into a verdant territory.

Large swaths of green pines are here, layer by layer, are perverted needles, how sharp, although these things have been replaced for a long time, but the continuous falling leaves are even more severe - clearly aimed at him!

He!

No one else, only him? One?

He held on to a tree, and with the help of his strength, his body was surrounded and suppressed, and he could only curl up in embarrassment, bounce up with one bone, and quickly dodge the endless poison darts first-class dark little things.

He looked so confident and casual with great interest.

He also secretly complained that the Moon Chasing Sword had not yet come.

Dragging, soon, he heard faint footsteps, those voices diffused into the bottom of his heart, every time, every time, mixed with the mark of certain death, buried deep in his mind, he still ran away from everything?

"He's in this area, yes!"

"What's the use of a waste person who was beaten through the pipa bone by the boss? It's ridiculous! ”

It seems that there is nothing wrong with everyone looking for his traces......

He felt the same way, and for a moment burst into tears.

When will it be extinguished?

"What a pit."

He sneered, and in an instant, it was dark in front of him, and he tried to keep his eyes open, but in the end, it was still like this, something vague in front of him.

In the rotation ...... No, every cell of his was spinning, his body was spinning, his vision was distorted, and it was a thrilling explosion!

"Anemia ......"

His blood.

There was a large artery in his shoulder, and his blood was spurting out, and he was supposed to be mud - how could mud be so dense?

The smell of blood can make mosquitoes and flies come close to him.

What did he use to fight? What is there for him to bond?

He didn't know when he was leaning against the trunk of a tree, and the strength of these things reassured him.

He believed it enough.

The tree gives him support is temporary.

His throat was dry, and there was no sound of the clear spring.

He wanted to summon the Moon-Chapel and bring himself back, preferably back to town, he hadn't flown like this madly yet—and it was still so fast.

Soon, the thoughts in his heart were directly covered, his heart flew with the wind, and he soon became unbalanced, "snapped", and fell to the ground!

"To me?"

He wanted to have a good rest, but he was not qualified to do so, his body was soft on the ground, the soil was still wet, and he felt that his body was full of water and blood!

The mountains and rivers are exhausted, he looks up to the sky and howls, and he doesn't want to be like this, freezing into an ice sculpture doing nothing? He's not very good at the cold --

"Are you really going to die?"

He remembered the girl's voice, and his eyes froze.

The elegant phoenix eyes blinked slightly, the eyes were like water, and the face was very handsome, if he had to be in the veil, his existence was just a flash in the pan.