"Senior Sister Wan is awake, Senior Sister Wan is awake." A few days later, somewhere in the courtyard of Qi Miao Peak, a girl who cried with joy ran out.

There is only one room behind the courtyard, the tables and chairs are also ordinary, a bed is a precious thing, the four corners are hung with the fragrance of tourists, the white tiger fur is spread, the cover is half a foot of splendid bedding, there is a person lying flat on the bed, I stayed in the bridge for six or seven days and finally made up my mind to turn back, I am afraid that there is still something to do in my heart.

Wan Min just woke up, she couldn't say anything, her eyes stared at anyone and she couldn't make it clear, but fortunately, she was able to open her mouth and open a few mouthfuls of medicinal porridge, starting from her stomach, so that everything in her body was active, and she finally spoke out for a long time, and only said two words: "Sweet?" ”

Xiao Huan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Wen Qinqin, the blood sword pioneer, burst into tears, Wen Qinqin said first: "It's really the ancestors who protect me Miao Peak, if you also die, where will I find a good apprentice." “

Xiao Huan combed Wanmin's hair lovingly, and said with guilt in his tone: "It's my incompetence that makes you suffer." ”

"He.... He died. Dead? ”

"Who? Oh, you say that little thief, huh! Xiao Huan said hatefully: "He is just a mud bone, no matter how he fights, your sword is also a little worse, it is very close to the heart, if you can deviate further to the left, even if the gods come, they can't save him." ”

"Zongmen... No problem... bar. ”

"It's okay, you've been in a coma for seven days, there are a lot of things you don't know yet" Xiao Huan held Wan Min in one hand, "The Hundred Refining Soldiers are over, it's completely over, the main clan seems to have been killed, the old guy in Song Benshan, and Luqiu Gongliang are all dead, oops... There are wars everywhere, we are pediatric in the south, the dust gate is really hidden, after destroying the hundred refining soldiers, they actually beat the Tianhemen who came to invade all the way back to the west, I heard that their young mute head was also seriously injured. ”

"South... Southside." Wan Min said weakly.

"We are also fighting in the south, Qingshan Peak is fighting Chang Kezong and us at the same time, heh, they are also fighting, most of the disciples have died, and they insist on gnawing down the two sects, don't worry, most of the enemy forces are dragged by Chang Kezong, our pressure is not so great, ha, you definitely can't imagine Xiaowen's current appearance, more majestic than you, a few days of hard work, she has killed many more enemies than you."

"Xiaowen?" Wan Min was a little surprised, her brain hurt when she thought about things, and she wanted to move her body, but she found that it hurt everywhere, and her face was even more ugly.

"Don't move," Xiao Huan said hurriedly, "It's too early for you to recover, your master, all the good medicines in our sect have been taken out, and all of them will be used for you, so it will take at least a month, you can rest in peace, and leave the rest to us." “

Wan Min slowly lost her strength and fell asleep again.

In the valley seventy miles away from Qi Miao Peak, there are about 900 people facing each other, divided into two factions, which are Qi Miao Peak and Qingshan Peak.

There are more than 700 people in Qimiao Peak, and the one who takes the lead is Pan Xiaowen, who is really the daughter of heroism, the dancer's sleeve red silk, and he killed dozens of people in a row, and Qingshan Peak is led by Liu Qingzhong, the great elder of Yumen, who made the corpses under his feet pile up higher and higher with one hand.

It's been four days, Liu Qingzhong has not been able to take a step forward, Qi Miao Peak occupies the terrain and is easy to defend, and the center of gravity of Qingshan Peak's combat power is not here, it is really sad, if it weren't for the fact that too many disciples died and there were not enough people, he Liu Qingzhong would not have fought this kind of nest battle.

What should I do if I can't grind, I still have to fight, Liu Qingzhong can't do anything, Pan Xiaowen is very shrewd, she protects herself with treasures, Liu Qingzhong retreats as soon as she takes it, and she doesn't give a chance at all.

Just as Liu stomped his feet and sulked, a burning man fell from the sky.

"Ziyun? What are you doing here? Liu Qing was suspicious, "Is the fight over there?" “

"No, the battle situation has changed, the Fallen Leaf Sect has captured the Wenlong Valley, Chashan took advantage of the victory to pursue and destroy most of the forces of Bu Pumen in the middle, Zheng Zhangmen estimates that Bu Pumen is about to be defeated, as soon as they win, maybe they will have to cooperate to attack Qingshan Peak, we can't go any further, the big army will come soon, we will destroy Miao Peak first!"

"Good! In that case, we must tear this curtain open today! “

Mu Ziyun walked in flames, jumped into the pile of people, and burned a way to Pan Xiaowen. When the two looked at each other, they looked like strangers, Pan Xiaowen raised her head and shouted: "Thief! Even if you come, you won't be able to get past me! “

"I heard that you are quite majestic as a leader, I didn't believe it at first, hum, it's okay, it's also boring to kill a weak person."

Both have gone through hardships and their temperaments have changed a lot. Mu Ziyun didn't have any intention of pity for the fragrance and jade, and when he came up was the hottest fire fist, he easily caught up with Pan Xiaowen's body with martial energy, and used his body technique to avoid the thousands of fluctuations in the time of a few breaths of the sleeve red silk.

"Drink!" Pan Xiaowen wrapped the sleeve red silk around her body, and rotated quickly in place, sending out energy waves like a spinning top without dead ends, this energy does not belong to the martial arts Wugang, or mana and magic energy, but the ability that the sleeve red silk comes with.

The fluctuations shook back everything around him, and Mu Ziyun retreated to the extreme distance first, observed the formation, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said to himself: "In this way, it is much more convenient." “

With a finger, the ball of fire flew into the air. "The flame will be the sun and me, fire, I will lift you in the gray sky... The flame is born, the flame dies, and all beings die. The little sun instantly sent out a hundred pillars of fire, the target was concentrated, and it hit Pan Xiaowen in the blink of an eye.

The sleeve red silk strongly blocked the flames outside, but its own temperature continued to rise, affecting Pan Xiaowen's movements a lot slower.

Mu Ziyun was holding two fires in his hand, and at this time, Hu Xian arrived, and a bundle of demon ropes flew out and tied Pan Xiaowen's body. Hu Xian called out to Mu Ziyun, and then two green pointed ghosts appeared beside him, carrying a silver bow.

"Mu Ziyun! With arrows! “

Mu Ziyun flew behind the ghost, his hand touched the string of the arrow, and at the same time, a stream of fire overflowed along the string, and a moment later, a sharp arrow condensed by flames was aimed at Pan Xiaowen.

Mu Ziyun stepped on the bow with his feet, pulled the force back, stared at Pan Xiaowen for a moment, sighed, and then let go of the string, bang, as soon as he left his hand, the rocket shook the wind, and then stabbed over.

As soon as the rocket came into contact with Dao Pan Xiaowen, it shook the bundle demon rope into pieces. Pan Xiaowen dragged her sleeve red silk and flew four or five feet, and after landing, she choked on several mouthfuls of blood and struggled to stand up, but unexpectedly, the organs in her body were injured, and she fell down in front of her.

Thanks to a few Miaofeng women who rushed over in time to support her, she didn't touch the ground. Pan Xiaowen was thinking that this arrow was too powerful, and Mu Ziyun and Hu Xian were also quite surprised, the rocket contained martial energy, magic qi and flames, and the sleeve red silk was able to catch it, and there was no trace left on the silk, even if it was a treasure, it was too powerful.

Call... Call... Suddenly, there was a sound of wind, and soon, a sledgehammer smashed horizontally, bang, it was not Pan Xiaowen who flew out this time, but Xiao Buregret, the head of the Miaofeng Dance Sect who happened to dare to come. Xiao didn't regret the realm of semi-transformation, how could he resist the power of the three-edged stone hammer, and he couldn't get up, so he leaned on his disciple and bled as he spoke: "Xiaowen, you go!" I stopped them. ”

Huzi, who appeared "Hmph", picked up the hammer, walked to Mu Ziyun's side, looked at Xiao Buregret with half-closed eyes and said, "You don't even have martial arts, how can you stop it?" “

Xiao Buregret's teeth were red when she laughed, she grabbed Pan Xiaowen's arm and shouted, "Hurry up!" “

Pan Xiaowen frowned, bowed to her, something welled up in her eyes, and after glaring at the people in Qingshan Peak, she quickly fled with the people.

Mu Ziyun suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Buregret, his fire claws grabbed her throat, raised it, and said with a crooked head: "You want to stop me?" “