The stars twinkled in the sky at night, and a moon-white figure pierced the sky. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info's figure sped fast, as if something terrible was chasing after her.

Shiya's chest, a little red looks so dazzling. Her face was so pale, she was so weak. But even though she was weak as if she was about to fall, Shiya was still stubborn and didn't stop. Guiyue Palace's light skills finally bloomed with its astonishing brilliance, even if it was seriously injured, it was still as fast as a meteor.

Shortly after Shiya's figure passed, a pitch-black figure galloped past like a ghost. The moon-white mask was like a soul messenger crawling out of hell, and its gloomy gaze was directed at the white veil in the distance.

The Wheel King was miserable, at least it looked much worse than Shiya, one of his arms was cut off by Qi Gen, and the blood at the broken point had already congealed into a blood scar. Shiya's sword is a sword that breaks the laws of heaven and earth, Situ Ming can retreat with his whole body, but the Wheel King can't.

The price of an arm in exchange for Shiya's serious injuries made the Wheel King not be angry, how could he not want to break Shiya's body into thousands of pieces, what Guiyue Palace, what Qianduxue? he couldn't care about it all. In the mind of the Wheel King, there is only one killing intent left, and it is bound to kill Shiya to commemorate his broken arm.

Shiya was badly injured, and if she hadn't forced her breath, she might have fallen into a coma the next moment. But there was a belief that sustained her, sustained her and did not fall down immediately.

Between the mountains and forests, a little firelight flickered in the distance. Like a ghost fire wandering in the depths of the forest. Folklore has it that if you see a fire in the deep forest, you should never go past, because it is likely that the ghost who died unjustly in the forest is looking for a place to be reincarnated. But Shiya saw that little spark, and the corners of her mouth showed a gentle smile, and her body turned back and shot towards the location of the firelight in an instant.

The bonfire was warm, and more than a dozen people roasted game from the mountains and forests around the bonfire. More than a dozen people were like stagnant water, quietly staring at the flames in a daze. The fen emitted by the game kept seducing the taste buds of more than a dozen people, but they didn't make a sound except swallowing their saliva.

"Young Helper, it's almost cooked!" Situ Ming put away the roasted brown rabbit and blew it gently.

The corners of Yue Jixian's eyes lifted slightly, and he glanced at Situ Ming with a complicated oblique eye. Since losing the battle for the martial arts alliance leader today, Yue Jixian has not spoken to Situ Ming, and he is also full of resentment towards his other two senior brothers.

Yue Jixian's face was gloomy, so that the rest of the disciples of the Nujiao Gang did not dare to laugh out loud. More than a dozen people gathered around the campfire for so long, but it seemed to be dead silent. And Situ Ming's words seemed to break the dead silence, and all eyes glanced at Yue Jixian intentionally or unintentionally.

For his deterrent, Yue Jixian is still very satisfied. Even in the Nujiao Gang, Situ Ming, who is on par with his reputation, is obedient to his words. Taking the rabbit handed by Situ Ming, Yue Jixian snorted coldly, "Why are you looking at me?

"Huh?" Situ Ming's brows suddenly furrowed, and at this moment, the other two disciples of the Dragon King also stopped their movements at the same time, and their eyes shot straight into the depths of the dense forest behind him like searchlights.

Almost instantly, a white figure crossed the canopy and came to their eyes, the beautiful but pale cheeks, and the blushing of the chest.

"Is it her?" Yue Jixian's eyes instantly bloomed with inexplicable light when he saw the visitor. And Shiya's face turned pale instantly after seeing a few people around the bonfire, and her figure staggered as if she had run out of oil and fell down like a lamp.

The green silk is flying, and the sleeves are fluttering. The moment he fell, a powerful arm suddenly supported Shiya's boneless waist.

"Miss Shiya, what's wrong with you?" Situ Ming didn't know when he appeared at Shiya's side, his eyes were like water, but they shot straight into Shiya's heart.

"Save ...... Save me ......" The low voice was like the breeze blowing through the trees at night, so low and inaudible. When Situ Ming wanted to hear clearly, Shiya had already closed her eyes and fell into a coma quietly.

"Brush-" At the moment when Shiya was unconscious, a figure shot out with a long afterglow. The disciples of the Angry Jiao Gang bounced up one after another to surround Yue Jixian in the middle, while Gongsun Lan and Ouyang Changhe instantly inspired a monstrous momentum and firmly locked the people in the qi machine.

The Wheel King had just caught up with Shiya, and he had just seen the situation in front of him. But he was also instantly forced. Trap? This was the first thought of the Wheel King when he saw the situation. The few in front of me, not to mention that they are seriously injured now, even if they are not injured, they may not be able to fight. And at this moment, the three masters firmly locked their qi engines, and they were missing an arm?

"Angry Jiao Gang, why are you here?" The sharp voice was unusually ugly, and Yue Jixian, who was ugly, showed a desire to retch. But in the next moment, Yue Jixian was suddenly stunned, and his eyes looked directly at the moon-white mask like a sword.

He remembered this voice, and even if he heard it once, he would never forget it. In that dark and cold dark cabin, Yue Jixian heard this voice clearly.

"Twelfth floor?hehehe......" Yue Jixian smiled, sinister smile. The twelfth floor of the **** who fed himself an aphrodisiac that day?

Yue Jixian didn't know that the person who was disguised as a member of the Nujiao Gang was Ning Yue, so he smoothly put the humiliation he had received that night on the head of the twelfth floor. If the Jiangnan Martial Arts League has a different position on the twelfth floor, and Ning Yue and the twelfth floor are passively fighting back, then Yue Jixian has a naked hatred for the twelfth floor!

"Situ Ming, kill him!" Yue Jixian's voice almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out from between his teeth. At the moment when the words fell, a wave of heat rushed straight to the front door of the Wheel King like a tsunami.

Flames!Flames as red as blood roared in Situ Ming's palm. Situ Ming's hand was still around Shiya's waist, and a fire dragon was formed in an instant with his right hand.

The Wheel King's eyes widened, he wanted to say that he wasn't ready, and he wanted to say that you can't win. But he couldn't even say a word, and before the sound got stuck in his throat, the fire dragon's open mouth had already bitten his head.

"Boom—" The scorching flames scrept in from the top of the Wheel King's head like a ghost. In an instant, the Wheel King's face was burned red, as if there was magma circulating in his body, and his entire body emitted a faint and terrifying red light.

"Ahh Although Yue Jixian had already heard that Situ Ming's fire attribute internal power had been cultivated to the extreme heat, he was only half a step away from condensing the true fire of the sun. But only now did he clearly realize how terrible the extreme heat was.

"Boom-" The flames suddenly burst into flames, as if a phoenix was on fire and nirvana. But the Wheel King is not a phoenix, so he is destined to turn to ashes in the flames and turn to dust.

It was dawn, and there was still no sunlight in the place where Ning Yue was. Except for the candles embedded in the rock wall, which gave this group of downcast people a glimmer of light, their hearts were pushed into the abyss by a heavy blow.

The young descendants of the Eight Great Sects are all here, and this place is within the mountain body of Mount Prajna. It was also the only place that Ning Yue could think of that was safe for the time being. Because Ning Yue didn't dare to guarantee that the people on the twelfth floor would find this place, because he didn't know if Qiong Xing had told the twelfth floor about this place.

The elite of the Heavenly Shogunate was exhausted, and they huddled in the Jinling Mansion and did not dare to take a step out of the Heavenly Shogunate, and now all the Jiangnan martial arts masters were captured by the twelfth floor. In the entire Jinling City, there is no place for them.

Ning Yue didn't dare to think about how many pairs of eyes were looking for them outside, nor did she dare to think about the weight of the burden that Shen Qianqiu and these martial arts seniors had placed on her shoulders before leaving. He just wanted to know why he had been led by the nose all the time, and why every step he had taken seemed to be a path designed for him by others.

Even if he knew that the enemy was on the twelfth floor, why did he lose so badly? The Heavenly Shogunate was completely killed and wounded, and the Jiangnan Martial Arts League was completely annihilated, but he was like a stray dog and had to hide in this dark place.

Raising their heads blankly, everyone was pranayama with their eyes closed. Eight hours have passed, and the internal force condensed by the physical energy has loosened a little, and the operation is no longer as stinging as before. But there was no trace of joy on everyone's faces, and the silence seemed to be a clay wood carving.

"Childe!" An affectionate call, Yingying, the little girl, came behind her at some point, and her talking eyes flashed smartly. Ning Yue smiled faintly and gave a comforting look.

The last time Yu Yingying met, Ning Yue's martial arts were still far behind Yingying. At the beginning, Ning Yue had just broken through the innate and couldn't catch Yingying's sword. In just a few months, Ning Yue's martial arts skills were already higher than Yingying's, and even compared to the other four women, they were about the same.

Ning Yue's rapid growth gave the four girls a lot of recognition, and they gradually accepted Ning Yue's identity as an aunt. So when Ning Yue raised her head, three pairs of worried eyes shot at her body almost at the same time.

"Don't worry, I'm not so fragile! I won't be slumped!" Ning Yue's words were for the third girl, and also for the future of Shen Qing's group of Jiangnan martial arts.

"That's right—you're Ning Yue Ning Xiao Shenzhuo, a smart and hopeless first detective, how could you be knocked down by such a blow?" hiss......" Yu Lang's voice hadn't finished speaking, and it seemed to affect the pain of the dantian, and he made a sound of inhaling cold air.

Yu Lang is still so cheerful, even if he is recruited, he is not in a bad mood. Yu Lang's words gave a great comfort to the young martial arts people present, just as Yu Lang said. Ning Yue's prestige has always been a shining golden signboard, others may not have the ability to break the game, but Ning Yue definitely can.

"Hehehe...... Don't say I'm smart, if I'm really smart, how can I be played so badly by the twelfth floor......? I thought of a way to save the seniors of the Jiangnan Martial Arts League. (To be continued.) )