Zi Xiaoxiao carried Yu Huaji on her back and ran with Wang He Wushuang and Paper Xiren. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was a rain in front of them.

The Eternal Night Wasteland is forever pitch black, and the only thing that illuminates the front is the starlight.

However, at this moment, those starlight fell on the wilderness ahead, and many points of crystal light appeared.

It's like another galaxy, like countless star chips that appear out of thin air.

It was a curtain of rain.

This picture is very strange and magical, because it is very difficult to see such a scene between the normal world and the world.

One step ahead, in the rain.

Take a step back, and the wind is calm.

Zi Xiaoxiao looked at this rain curtain and breathed a sigh of relief.

Two or three hours had passed since they had escaped from where Lu Yu was, and they had run for about a hundred miles.

Zi Xiaoxiao remembered this rain curtain, because when she walked from the periphery of the wasteland to the middle of the wasteland, she walked out of this rain curtain.

It was raining on the outskirts of the wasteland, and now that they saw this rain curtain, it meant that they had finally come to the outskirts of the wasteland.

In this way, it is very close to Banfeng Mountain Ridge, in other words, Yu Huaji has a great hope of survival.

While Wang He Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but look behind him.

There was nothing in the black moor, nothing but wilderness and weeds.

The mountains in the shadows are even farther away, and Li Molan and Lu Yu, none of them appeared.

Maybe the two of them are still fighting, maybe they've decided the winner, or maybe something else happened...... But for now, everyone is safe.

Zi Xiaoxiao's eyes were a little worried, but now there was no time for her to worry about others.

The most worrying person is behind her back, little by little close to death.

Paper Xiren comforted: "With Li Molan's strength, he should be able to maneuver for a long time, and if he wants to escape, it will not be easy for Lu Yu to kill him." ”

Naturally, he was just a simple comforter, and there was not much basis for it.

Wang He Wushuang was in a very bad mood.

Zi Xiaoxiao looked at the rain curtain in front of her and said, "Let's go in." ”

They walked into the rain.

The night rain is not heavy, and it is sprinkled on the wasteland, moistening the grass and trees, making people feel refreshed.

The people present were all cultivators, and they didn't worry about the wind chill, but Yu Huaji was in a bad state right now, so they kept their high speed, and finally met a group of people not long after.

He is a disciple of the Daomen.

It was the rescuers who supported the Holy Maiden!

Several Daomen disciples of the Three Realms and many students of the Enlightenment Academy came over and asked them about the situation, and some of them happened to bring the Antidote Pill, although it was not enough to expel the poison, but it was enough to make Yu Huaji feel better.

Most of the Daomen disciples were female disciples, and the male disciples present were actually only Wang He Wushuang and Paper Xiren, while some of the students of the Enlightenment Academy who came with them were mostly boys, and they looked at Yu Huaji worriedly, and everyone was wet from top to bottom.

Although there were many people present, most of them remained quiet, and they walked silently in the rain, preparing to escort Yu Huaji to Banfeng Mountain.

It was a silent escort, and the students of the Enlightenment Academy stood vigilantly in the distance, guarding against any possible threats.

The disciples of the Dao Sect are stronger, basically in the three realms, and they surround Zi Xiaoxiao, forming the most solid defense.

All the demon beasts along the way avoided from afar, and they didn't dare to provoke this group of cultivators whose aura was basically in the early and middle stages of the three realms.

"It's safe. Wang He Wushuang looked at the nervous crowd and said softly.

"Not necessarily. Paper shook his head.

Wang He Wushuang asked, "Where is there still danger? Even if the person surnamed Lu chases after him again and sees so many Dao Sect disciples, he still dares to make a move?" The Holy Maiden is now under the light, where will the people in the darkness have a chance to make a move?"

Paper Xiren said calmly: "The people in the darkness really don't dare to do it, because if they do it again, they will be exposed to the light, and the Dao Gate will definitely not let those people go." But don't forget...... There was an accident. ”

The pace of the crowd suddenly stopped, and there was a lot of commotion.

The night rain was like wisps, fluttering and falling, wetting everyone's clothes.

Everybody's cheeks were covered with rain, but no one cared about it anymore.

Because in the night rain, a man appeared ahead.

It was also a black shadow, but he was darker than the Lu Yu that Wang He Wushuang had seen, like a ghost, almost connected with the night.

This is not because of the psychological effect, but because the man's robes are black, his long hair is black, and even the sword in his hand is a black iron sword.

Some people whispered and asked about the man's origins, and then when they learned the truth, their faces turned extremely pale.

A mood called fear spread among the crowd, even if these people were Daomen disciples who were known for their literacy, and they were high-spirited students of the Enlightenment Academy, they would inevitably tremble at this moment after learning the name of the person who was blocking the way in front of them.

Those students of the Enlightenment Academy, who had been on guard, had already begun to gradually retreat, trembling all over.

Those Daomen disciples who surrounded Zi Xiaoxiao retreated step by step, but in addition to being solemn and solemn, there was more jealousy and fear in their eyes.

No one is not afraid of this person, even Wang He Wushuang and Paper Cherish, they all feel dry at this moment.

The rain was falling slowly, drifting, like silk.

Maybe the dark clouds in the sky weren't big enough to stop the starry sky from falling.

Then the glimmer of the stars, one can see a lot of things.

Black-clothed, black-haired, black-iron sword.

The young man came out of the darkness, in the rain, under the stars.

He walked calmly, with a steady pace, neither with an astonishing momentum nor any sound.

However, his name alone is enough to make people feel frightened.

He is the prince sword.

He is the sword idiot that Daomen has wanted to kill the most over the years, but has never been able to kill.

He came to kill.

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"Protect the Holy Maiden. ”

A cold shout sounded, and the Dao Sect disciples quickly stood in a mysterious formation, looking at the prince sword vigilantly.

This person has been a big problem for the Daomen for many years, but no one has ever been able to really catch him, and it has always been difficult to make a correct conclusion about his strength.

The strength of the prince's sword is probably the most controversial in the North Sea.

Some people say that his strength can be compared with Yu Huaji, Jun Buxie, and Chen Bufan, and some people say that his strength is comparable to that of the Spring and Autumn Four, but it is still too reluctant to keep pace with those three people, and some people say that he is just lucky to be able to survive under the pursuit of Daomen for many years, and his strength should be the weakest among the young generation of geniuses in Beihai.

No one knows his exact strength, so how strong he really is has always been a mystery.

However, people with good deeds often rank sword idiots and sword maniacs side by side, so many people think that his strength should be about the same as Zhu Mingwen of the Sword Pavilion.

But the problem comes again, Zhu Mingwen is still in the late stage of the three realms, but Wang Zijian has stepped into the dragon's eye realm very early, how can this compare?

Some people even say that Wang Zijian cultivates magic skills, so his strength fluctuates, when he is strong, he is the first person in Beihai Young Junjie, and when he is weak, he can't even beat ordinary cultivators, of course, this was finally determined to be a rumor.

But Wang Zijian did have a lot of rumors, and he never meant to explain some miscellaneous rumors.

How strong he is, only one person will know better, and that is He Xingge, the second disciple of Qiu Ming Mountain.

He Xingge later made a vague evaluation of the strength of the prince's sword: "His sword path has always been defeated by my sword path, but in the fight of life and death, I am not as good as him, if one day I face him with a sword, it must be me who dies, and he must be the one who survives." ”

From this evaluation, it can be seen that the strength of the prince sword should be about the same as that of Lu Yu, the third disciple of Qiu Ming Mountain.

Now the prince's sword appeared.

He wants to kill people, kill the holy daughter of the Daomen, who can stop him?

Wang He Wushuang looked at the pitch-black figure, a little cold.

His body had already been wet by the rain, and the wetness was sticking to his body, very uncomfortable and cold, but it was always a little worse than the coolness in his heart.

Paper Xiren said to him: "Now the problem comes, we people will definitely not be able to stop him, will we run, or run, or run?"

Wang He Wushuang asked, "What about the holy woman?"

Paper Xiren lowered his voice and said: "Whoever stops it is sent to death, if you are in the heyday now, we still have a fight, but now we don't have much strength left, so what are you going to fight?"

Wang He Wushuang shook his head: "But we always have to protect the saint in front of her." ”

Paper Xiren gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Don't forget that you are a member of the Wang He family! And I am also a member of the Yuan Academy, why should I be sent to death here? If the cultivator does not think about himself, won't heaven and earth be destroyed?"

Wang He Wushuang said: "What you said is very reasonable. ”

Then he said, "But I can't accept it." ”

Paper Xiren's expression suddenly turned cold: "Then you should send yourself to death!"

Wang He Wushuang suddenly smiled, did not answer again, and then walked in front of Zi Xiaoxiao, who was already seriously injured, he chose to be the last shield to protect the Daomen Holy Maiden.

Countless sword qi tore apart the wind and rain, and the rich killing intent made everyone's hearts tremble.

Those Dao disciples who rushed to the forefront used their formations and mutual auras to burst out with an aura no less than that of the Dragon's Eye Realm in an instant!

Wang Zijian looked at it expressionlessly, but there was endless madness in the depths of his eyes.

He didn't speak, he just continued to take steps, and those sword qi naturally came with the wind and rain of heaven and earth, bombarding the body of the Dao disciple.

The students of the Enlightenment Academy stood trembling in the distance, they couldn't participate in such a battle, they could only watch from afar here.

Moreover, these students of the Enlightenment Academy only discovered at this moment that there were countless Dao auras hidden in the wilderness around them.

It turns out that this place is not so empty, and there are many people lurking in the seemingly desolate grass!

There are so many people hiding in the shadows, are they all eyeing the Holy Maiden of the Daomen?!

The hearts of these Enlightenment Academy students were cold, and they wondered if the Holy Maiden was killed by that sword idiot, would they also die here?

The prince sword walked calmly, and with his footsteps, those sword qi followed.

Countless sword qi fell colorfully, he didn't need to take out the sword, his iron sword was still in his hand, but just these sword qi with strong killing intent were dizzying, and they couldn't compete!

The battle formation formed by several Daomen disciples shattered, and they spat blood from their mouths and fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

They didn't even have the qualifications to let the prince's sword come out!

A lot of people have seen this scene.

Their hearts began to beat the drums.

These people may come from any force, and they don't know what purpose they are gathering here for, just to witness the fall of the Daomen Holy Maiden.

This is definitely a major event that can shock the North Sea monastic world.

The sword idiot prince sword is so strong?!

Could it be that the Holy Maiden of Taoism will really fall today?

When the prince sword tore through the battle formations of those Dao disciples with countless sword qi, only the last person was left in front of him, and it was also the last shield in front of Yu Huaji.

Paper Xiren stood not far away, looking at all this indifferently, he had no way to interfere, and he didn't want to interfere.

Wang He Wushuang stood in place, calmly looking at the prince's sword, holding the Dao sword.

"Will you retreat?"

Wang Zijian suddenly asked.

For some reason, he stopped and asked the question.

This question was as if the wind and rain had suddenly become violent, like a huge wave rolling on the sea surface crashing against the reef.

Behind Wang He Wushuang was the pale-faced Zi Xiaoxiao, and the seriously injured and dying Yu Huaji.

He looked at the prince's sword.

The clothes were dark because they were wet from the night rain.

He gritted his teeth, feeling the sword intent that permeated the heavens and the earth, as well as the inexplicable gaze, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

"One step...... No retreat!"

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(ps: Wang He Wushuang represents sensibility, paper cherishes people represents rationality, well, the total feeling is shaped into two bases...... Ahem,In short, this period of time is updated every day.,Because I can't do it until September.,Now if you don't play with your life.,It's not going to be done when you go back to school and want to play with your life (to be continued.。 )