Seeing that she was about to see Su Mochuan, she secretly sighed that she couldn't die so unjustly, Yi Huang quickly lowered her hand, pressed the sword, and she wrapped her breath in the whole way.

In the man's indifferent expression, the two of them slashed and smoothly penetrated through the milky white enchantment.

……

Diwu Mountain, in the enchantment on the top of the mountain.

Su Mochuan, who was brewing new tea by himself, sensed the breath of two people entering the enchantment, and looked at it intently, one of them was a descendant, and the other didn't know who it was.

Although he was a little disturbed by the unfamiliar masculine breath in his heart, he did not stop what he was doing, and with a gentle twist of Ruyu's fingertips, he baked a tender bud with essence.

After the buds are dried, they do not turn dark brown like the sun, but they are more emerald than before, full and crystal like jasper carving, look closely, wisps of fairy energy, is slowly rising from it overflowing.

People can't help but feel that if it is brewed into tea, it will be a pity.

Just like that, he twisted and swung around, calmly and calmly until all the shoots in his hands were handled, and Su Mochuan delayed enough to find it slowly.

……

When he first entered the enchantment, although the man was shaken by the fragrant flowers in the enchantment, he soon remembered the purpose of his visit.

Raising his eyes from the lush petals of the flowers, in the sea of flowers with a wide field of vision, there was no one in sight, the man put away his broadsword, and his heart could not stop doubting.

Raising his hand suddenly, he grabbed the slender and fragile neck of the descendant, paying attention to the surroundings, and the man asked vigilantly, "Where is Lord Xianzun?" ”

"Wait! Coming soon! The descendant who was grabbed by the neck was also surprised, she thought that as soon as they entered the enchantment, Su Mochuan would appear immediately, even if it wasn't for her, then she should come to see this strange aura, right?!

King! Now there's a strange breath invading your home! Wouldn't it be strange?!

Or rather, but in such a short time, he went out again......

His heart sank, and he was uncertain and sensed it with the marriage seal, but the result was mixed with sadness and joy.

Su Mochuan's location was indeed not far from them, but the slow-moving speed made it hard not to guess if this thing was crawling over!

It's so slow! I feel that even if I arrive, Su Mochuan, who has collapsed in personal strength, has no extra strength to save her at all! Anyway, what the hell has he been busy with in the past three days?! Don't be so exhausted!

Or is this called a pendulum?! Mom! The minds of the ancients are so complicated!

"It's really almost here, Lord Xianzun seems to have been delayed by something." raised her head worriedly, and just when she was stunned, the other party seemed to think that pulling her hair worked, and actually pulled her hair again.

"You only have time for a stick of incense." Pulling at her hair from behind, the man pulled her to a stocky ancient tree.

With his back against the ancient tree, he blocked her as a human shield in front of him, so that the man felt a little more relieved, but he still observed the sea of flowers with sharp eyes.

Being pulled all the way backwards, Yihuang secretly sighed that he didn't know how much hair he had lost, but he felt that the feeling of pain was about to make people crazy.

Not only did it hurt the head, but the long sword in his chest was also adding to the chaos.

As early as when Edgeworth had fallen, she had her head tilted up, and her hands had no time to reach her chest, and the sword took the opportunity to cut a slit nearly two inches long.

And after the regression just now, and when she stumbled, the tip of the sword behind her seemed to hook the front hem of the man's shirt, and it was warped and cut away in the opposite direction.

In this way, the chest on her shirt, which was originally a deep blood stain, was repeatedly gushing out, and it was stained with a gradient from dark to bright, and it was large and large, as if a magnificent flower had bloomed from her chest.

Sensing Su Mochuan repeatedly, Yi Huang subconsciously clenched her fists with her hands, in addition to wanting to beat the man behind her, she didn't want to be seen, her fingers were already trembling.

"And half a pillar of incense."

“……”

The descendant who endured the pain was slightly stunned by the man's countdown sound, and secretly converted the time, half a pillar of incense seems to be fifteen minutes, right?

It seems that her short life this time is only a halftime break for a football game.

If no one comes to save her, she will have to reflexively fight hard!

Hey, no, she still has a Polar Fire Cover to use! It's really not good, you can still summon the cover to give up your dignity on the spot, and the man's cultivation is shallow, and in a short period of time, no matter how much he plays the sword, he can't pierce the extreme fire cover.

is a little worried that the condensation of the extreme fire cover is not as fast as his sword, since he has a habit of counting down, the next time she speaks, she will defend quickly, and she should be able to get out unexpectedly, I just hope that by then, the top of her head will not be pulled out by the other party.

Sure enough, the survival instinct before death is still very strong, and if you think about it, you have a way to save your life, although it is not decent, but since the reincarnation, it seems that you have not done a few decent things.

After breaking the jar and falling, Yihuang's heart seemed to be much more steady, and he quietly waited for the man to count down again, but he didn't expect that Su Mochuan appeared in front of him and came late.

Her eyes followed the wide sleeves of his red robe that were rolling up, and she had a different and strange taste, which seemed to be an invisible plumb pendant dissolving from her chest, and as if the empty uneasiness had been filled in full.

But in just three days, this figure seems to span a century.

The elegant demeanor that transcends all things in the world, cold like the top of the snow peak, and arrogant and deep and unfathomable, a pair of golden eyes without waves, as if the brilliance between heaven and earth, is condensed in the bottom of the eyes.

Seeing that Su Mochuan was still that casual and slow walking calmly, the descendant who had returned to his senses couldn't wait to hit his head through his chest!

This grave egg is accustomed to light clouds and light winds! People are going to die here!

"This way! Look no further! You're turning your eyes this way! Inexplicably sad and angry, Yi Huang couldn't help but shout to Su Mochuan, unconscious, the shout was slightly crying, "Ahhh Why are you always slow!! ”

roared in his heart, was Su Mochuan fascinated by flowers? ! Still hollowed out by the wine! I haven't found anything out of the way until now! The bright and flickering long sword, but it has always been very existential, and the colorful light of the sun is reflected from her chest!

Well, even if it's too far away to see, he must have smelled the pungent smell of blood, right?! He can't help but be too careless about his ingredients!

People like this who don't respect ingredients,...... There doesn't seem to be any retribution, damn! So angry!