Is she going to kill me? Why? In an instant, He Zichuan's mind turned a thousand times. That beautiful face, gentle posture, and shy smile all haunted him, and he could not imagine that she would draw a knife against him.

Joining hands to retreat from the enemy, giving medicine, and agreeing on the top of the mountain, the scenes seem to be a long painting, flowing in front of He Zichuan's eyes. A strange thought suddenly arose in his heart: The eldest husband has clear grievances and grievances, so why should he suffer from gains and losses? Since she saved her life, even if she really wants to kill me now, then why should I let her take her life?

After the shock, He Zichuan felt a sense of pride in his chest, and the look of confusion was swept away. At this time, the assassin's body behind him flashed, disappeared into the night sky, and when he reappeared, he was less than three feet away from He Zichuan.

The situation was almost certain for He Zichuan, and the assassin calculated that if He Zichuan wanted to survive the death, he must first deal with the black giant blade that hit him head-on. And whether it is hiding or ying, as long as He Zichuan gives the assassin a moment, he can use the moment when the two fight to kill He Zichuan and get out calmly.

He Zichuan showed a sneer, his right wrist flicked, and a golden air flow flowed out of the big sleeve, which instantly condensed into a long sword, and the long sword swept out, bringing up a sword several zhang long, like a scythe for cutting wheat, and dragged out a tail shaped like a triangle horizontally.

At this time, He Zichuan had already turned around, exposing his entire back to the burial moon without reservation, but he slashed at the flying assassin with a thunderous blow.

The assassin never thought that He Zichuan would ignore the black giant blade, but instead chose to die with him, and had the intention to withdraw, but his body was already in the air, and forcibly withdrawing would only leave a bigger flaw for He Zichuan. For a while, he fell into a situation where he couldn't advance or retreat.

He Zichuan seized the opportunity of this moment to suppress the sword and form a killing force against the assassin, the assassin only felt that the heaven and the earth were full of vertical and horizontal sword qi, and suddenly a flower in front of his eyes, he lost the strength of his whole body, and then he heard the crisp sword sound that was long overdue.

The expression of astonishment froze on the assassin's face, his lower body had already landed, but his upper body flew out two feet, falling softly in the snow, the long blood line sprinkled on the vast snow like raindrops, exuding steaming heat, the milky white spirit was crushed by the powerful sword qi, and before he could escape from his body, it disappeared. He couldn't understand until he died, why He Zichuan ignored the huge black giant blade, but attacked his imperceptible dagger with all his might?

He Zichuan slashed out with a sword, and he was exhausted, and the old wounds that had been suppressed by him for several days immediately erupted like a flood of fierce beasts, his chest was hot, his internal organs turned over the river and the sea, his head was dizzy, and his eyes were black.

With a "brush", the burial moon was heavily inserted into the snow, only three inches away from He Zichuan, and the Sen Sen demonic qi immediately melted the ice and snow within two zhang of the surrounding area. Not far away, Mo Yan, who had been counterattacked by forcibly restraining the offensive, stood quietly in the wind, his face was as pale as snow, and the corners of his mouth were crimson.

He Zichuan turned around with difficulty, trying to see Mo Yan's delicate face clearly, wanting to show a smile, but he didn't want to spurt out a mouthful of blood just after opening his mouth.

Mo Yan was startled, regardless of his lack of breath, his body flew in front of He Zichuan as soon as he moved.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you. ”

"I know. He Zichuan smiled and nodded, muttering.

Mo Yan held He Zichuan, looked down, He Zichuan's blood spurted out was pale golden, and as soon as it came into contact with the snow, the golden blood immediately turned into a trace of white smoke and dissipated into the air, leaving a dark red.

Mo Yan was suddenly shocked: "Origin Painstaking Efforts!You were seriously injured, who did it?"

He Zichuan shook his head slightly and said, "If it's not in the way, it's good to recuperate for a while." ”

Mo Yan shook his head and said: "Although I don't know much about your Jinchuan's Origin Heart Sutra, I also know that your cultivation is in this Origin Heart Blood, and if you are not seriously injured, how can you directly spit out the Origin Heart Blood? In the end, Mo Yan's voice trembled, as if crying.

"It's really not in the way, what I cultivate is the clear wind in the Origin Heart Sutra, the wind is invisible, even if the heart and blood dissipate, it is not fatal, and it is to recuperate for a period of time. ”

"Really?"

Mo Yan didn't know the Jinchuan exercises, and he was still skeptical when he heard He Zichuan say it, but when he saw He Zichuan smiling and nodding, he didn't seem to be fake, so he was a little relieved, and asked, "Who hurt you like this?"

"I fought hard with Ji Yanlan in southern Xinjiang, but I didn't expect the gap to be so big. He Zichuan smiled bitterly.

"What??, Ji Yanlan also went to the extreme north?" Mo Yan was surprised.

He Zichuan nodded and said, "The situation is getting more and more complicated......" As he was speaking, He Zichuan noticed that Mo Yan's eyes were red and swollen, as if he had been crying for a short time, and his face was also a little sad, and there was a lot of worry between his eyebrows, he was shocked at first, and then he felt inexplicable pain, and hurriedly asked: "Mo'er, you have cried, what happened?"

Mo Yan subconsciously turned his head, not wanting He Zichuan to see his eyes. Strength is like a piece of ice, the colder it is, the harder it is, but when he is cared for, cared for, and warmed, it will disappear in an instant.

He Zichuan didn't ask, this concerned inquiry was so warm, this warmth instantly defeated Mo Yan's strength, the thick sadness was like a wild horse that was out of control, and crystal tears came out of his eyes, Mo Yan didn't want to show his fragile side in front of He Zichuan, so he hurriedly raised his hand to wipe it, but found that the tears were wiping more and more, and finally he had to hide his face with his hands and cry bitterly.

He Zichuan's heart was anxious and painful, and he forced himself to support his weak body and asked, "What's going on?"

Mo Yan gently leaned into He Zichuan's arms, and was interrupted by a whimper several times when he wanted to speak, and finally he could only wait until he finished crying.

Mo Yan went from crying to sobbing, and the intermittent crying lasted for a long time before slowly stopping.

Mo Yan, who was a little calm, stared at his red and swollen eyes, and said eloquently: "Elder Qin and Elder Li were bought, and just when we found the Yin Ghost, they attracted a group of mysterious masters and killed everyone. Uncle Xin Qicen arrived in time to save me and Qianqian, and escaped all the way here. But Uncle Cen was also seriously injured after the battle with the three Transformation Realms, and there was also a very powerful Transformation Realm master among the pursuers. After a few rounds, Uncle Cen had run out of oil and dried up, and he died soon after arriving here, so I thought it was because the chasing soldiers had arrived, so I ...... I just shot at you, right...... I'm sorry. ”

Speaking of the fall of the Heavenly Demon King Cen Wuwu, Mo Yan felt grief in his heart, and couldn't help but cry again.

He Zichuan felt a lot of pain in his heart, hugged Mo Yan into his arms, and let her pill on his shoulder to cry sadly, and there were stormy waves in his heart. "The Heavenly Demon King has fallen?!Is it the mysterious organization that did it? Could it be that they plan to attack Jinchuan and the Demon Palace at the same time? Is the East China Sea Demon Palace really not part of the mysterious organization?"

He Zichuan was tormented at this time, not only heartache for the girl with pear blossoms and rain in front of him, but also irritable for the inconclusive threads in his heart.

Somewhere in Wuzhou, Ye Xiaoming swept the long sword in his hand, and a thunderbolt flashed, forcing the mysterious masked man in front of him back a few feet, and turned to Feng Kun on the jade spirit boat and shouted: "When is it, you still haven't made a move, do you have to wait to see my jokes?"

Feng Kun turned over comfortably on the Jade Spirit Boat, enjoying the warm sunshine, reluctantly opened half of his eyes, and muttered: "What's the noise, don't you see that there is another man in black floating not far away? ”

"This kind of bad excuse is the reason why you are lazy?"

Feng Kun plucked his ears and yawned: "Since I can't break through the blockade immediately, of course I have to recuperate." ”

Ye Xiaoming said angrily: "You should be lazy, if something happens to the third senior sister, I must make you look good!"

"As long as you can defeat the opponent in front of you, we can break through the blockade and be undefeated. If something happens to the third senior sister, she can only look for you, what does it have to do with me?"

"Fart, you slacker, drunkard, when will you be able to take some responsibility?" Ye Xiaoming roared angrily, fighting with the enemy in front of him with all his might, while Feng Kun continued to nap on the jade spirit boat, making Ye Xiaoming's teeth itch with hatred.

"Attack him on the left, ouch, why are you so stupid? Hide! yes, strike him with thunder. I don't know how long it took, maybe because he felt that Ye Xiaoming was not depressed enough, Feng Kun suddenly became kind, no longer dozing off, but made a cameo appearance as a temporary teacher to teach Ye Xiaoming how to fight the enemy.

"Shut up, you have the ability to come, what are you yelling there?"

"If your skills are not as good as others, you have to be humble, look at you for so long and still have no achievements, I will blush for you. ”

"Red fart, when Lao Tzu returns to Jinding, he must copy your wine cellar and burn your bed!" Ye Xiaoming lamented in his heart, what kind of world is this, a dozing person can laugh at those who work hard, is there any heavenly reason?!

"What kind of skill is it to burn a bed? If you have the ability, you can beat him!"

"Lao Tzu can't win, you come, you come, let me see what you can do!" Ye Xiaoming complained, eager to strangle the troublemaker.

"Okay!" Feng Kun suddenly sneered, changed his cynical attitude, and said, "I'll let you see what I'm capable of!" With that, he raised his right hand, and a fiery red long sword suddenly came out of its sheath, emitting a whimper-like sword roar, like a sharp arrow burning with flames, shooting directly at the black-clothed man in front of Ye Xiaoming.

Ye Xiaoming immediately understood that this slacker had not made a move, on the one hand, he was observing the enemy's reality and reality, and on the other hand, it was also to make the enemy relax his vigilance. Feng Kun's strength is higher than Ye Xiaoming's, and Ye Xiaoming's opponent and Ye Xiaoming's strength are between the best, it is conceivable that the other man in black who is responsible for entangling Feng Kun should be about the same strength as Feng Kun. If the two of them want to break through the blockade quickly, there is only one way, which is to use the stronger Feng Kun to raid Ye Xiaoming's opponent and quickly defeat him, the premise of this is to deceive the man in black who has the ability to entangle Feng Kun.

The black-clothed man who was in charge of entangling Feng Kun outside Baizhang found out about the plan, and immediately drew his sword and flew away, wanting to stop Feng Kun, but it was too late. A thunderbolt fell from the sky, and the sharp sword light was hidden under the thunderbolt, if he forcibly stopped Feng Kun, he would be hit hard immediately. Unable to do so, he stabilized his body and circled with Ye Xiaoming. But Ye Xiaoming is very shrewd, he knows that his strength is not as good as the other party, and he does not fight to the death, but is just entangled so that he can't get out.

The black-clothed man on the other side was caught off guard, and was successfully attacked by Feng Kun, and the injury was not light, and he was defeated and retreated in Feng Kun's next attack, and the black-clothed people who were entangled were anxious in their hearts, but they couldn't break through the Ben Thunder Sword, which was known for its speed, so they had to entangle with the Ben Thunder Sword on the one hand, and approach their partners on the other.

But how can Ben Lei Jian be so easy to get along, often he only approaches another battlefield, Ben Lei Jian will do his best, forcing him back two zhang, and when he turns his head to fight with Ben Lei Jian, Ben Lei Jian has long disappeared, so angry that he beat his chest.

After half a pillar of incense, the man in black who was injured by Feng Kun's sneak attack finally couldn't support it, and he understood that if he continued to fight, he might not be able to escape, and finally fell here. I had no choice but to use secret techniques to escape quickly.

Seeing that his partner had fled and his plan had failed, the man in black who was entangled by the Ben Thunder Sword had no intention of fighting and quickly left the battlefield.

Ye Xiaoming was still waiting to chase, but was stopped by Feng Kun: "What are you chasing, hurry up!"

"Oh!" Ye Xiaoming was also stunned, and at this moment he woke up like a dream, and immediately went with Feng Kun.

The lazy Feng Kun no longer took the jade spirit boat, and the two turned into two strands of light and quickly flew towards the destination. However, as soon as he flew out more than ten miles, Feng Kun found that two more strong spirits were rapidly approaching.

He smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that this journey may not be peaceful." ”

Ye Xiaoming looked at the sky, his face sank like water, and his worries about Qin Feiyu in his heart became heavier and heavier.