The wind is cold, and the sword qi is blowing.

Qian Yi, who was wholeheartedly concerned about the changes in the Zhengyang Qi in Yu Buzhuo's body, did not know the battle situation outside the formation, he only knew that someone was gone, and someone else was coming.

How to defeat the opponent is not something he should think about at the moment, in order to solve the three people he tracked before, he has been delayed for a moment, and it is still the most important noon, so he can only use the later time to make up for it. And the time of the three yangs is limited to before sunset, once it is evening, the yang is dormant, the yin is rising, although there is a Tianhong knife to suppress the yin and evil, but there is no positive yang qi between heaven and earth, and the previous efforts are abandoned.

Two hours had passed, and Qian Ye could clearly feel that the yang energy around him was mostly weaker than at noon, and he had almost lost the power to destroy evil, and could only nourish the positive yang temperature that he had absorbed before.

Qian also listened to the needle and asked the pulse, silently calculating in his heart the possibility of opening up Mita before sunset.

After half a burnt incense, a look of determination rose in the young man's eyes, and without any hesitation, he took out two silver needles and pricked them on his temples, recited the scriptures in his heart, and then closed his eyes.

Bang!

A stone rain flew outside the magic circle, and the roar almost flooded the cliff, but the moment before the stone rain approached the magic circle, ten thousand sword lights suddenly appeared, cutting the stone rain into debris.

This sudden attack did not have any effect on the old and young in the magic circle, the two sat opposite each other in the void, Qian Yi stretched out two fingers, separated by a distance of half an inch, and the imaginary jade did not brow his eyebrows.

The mountain cliff is lonely, and there are fallen flowers picked up by the spring breeze.

Just as the falling flower was about to float, a strand of silver hair fell, pressing it back to the dust, and before the petals could struggle, another strand of silver hair stopped.

The petals pierced through the hair, and the strands of snow-silver hair came from a young man above.

The wind rises like night, and the wind falls like snow.

Qian also didn't seem to have changed at all, but at the same time as lighting up the nine heart-piercing needles of the jade, the green silk on his head withered and fell into mud.

Yu Buzhuo could no longer maintain his calm, and a scorching current that could not feel any temperature came from the center of his eyebrows, only reaching the Purple Mansion, and like the water of the embankment, it rushed down and rushed towards the Zhongdantian Jiang Palace. But after all, the Nine Shadows Xuanbing Ice was deeply rooted, and when the two struck each other, the huge pain suddenly seemed like a fierce beast in the desolate desolation roaring in its body, making Yu Buzhuo's muscles tremble, his brows were deeply locked, and his facial features condensed.

But Yu Buzhuo remembered what Qianyi said at the beginning, and he only remembered this sentence repeatedly in his heart, just like the scriptures he recited silently......

The tongue touches the palate, the mouth is tightly closed, and no matter how painful it is, do not open it......

This is a silent battle, it is a wrestling of perseverance and strength, and finally, at the last wisp of green silk also fell into the dust, the nine heart-piercing needles on Yu Buzhuo's body were completely lit, and Qianyi's face was pale, and his whole body was sweaty, and he fell from the void.

This is half an hour that is extremely quiet in the eyes of ordinary people, and for Qianyi, it is tantamount to fighting alone in the encirclement of demons.

He calculated that Jade Buzhuo could not open up Santian before the sun sank, so there was only one way left - to introduce the sun by himself and then inject it into Yu Buzhuo's body.

At the same time, he controls hundreds of silver needles, always paying attention to the changes in the qi of Zhengyang, Qian Ye has consumed most of his soul thoughts, and then injects his own yang into Yu Buzhuo's body, just like using the fire dragon as a channel and ensuring that the needles are not disturbed.

The difficulties are no longer enough to describe the dangers, but there is no other way, and so can a thousand people

Of course, the most painful thing is the jade is not cut, the old man not only lost his hair, but even his eyebrows and eyelashes turned to ashes.

Lying on the ground exhausted, Chiya only gasped for a few breaths before staggering to his feet.

At this time, the distant mountains have embraced the sun in their arms.

Although the most important step has been successfully taken, the treatment is only halfway through.

Huotong Santian makes the nine mysterious methamphetamine in the meridians become a "rootless poison", and Santian Nayang, the poison can be discharged from the meridians, and the silver needle guides the yang before this time.

Close your eyes and breathe for a moment, Qianyi reverse acupuncture, dozens of breaths, a drop of dark blue cold gas condensed on the silver needle like a drop of water, and then "snapped" to the ground, the moment it landed, a cold air rose within a radius of ten zhang, the grass withered, the soil was ice, only the Tianhong knife was surrounded by golden gas, and it was not affected by this cold air.

Seeing this, Qian also let out a sigh of relief, and the treatment was basically completed at this point, and then he waited for the positive yang qi to slowly drain the nine mystical ice drop by drop, because the yin qi rose again, and it was not as yin as the nine mystical ice, but it was like cold water turning ice, which helped to lift the nine mystical ice.

Qian Yi walked out of the magic circle, looked at the unrecognizable Siye, and after a long time, said two words:

"Nothing. ”

It was dark in front of him, and Qianya fell unconscious to the ground.

......

On the twenty-eighth day of February, the young man of Longcheng Valley shot an arrow in the air, which attracted a lot of voices.

On the twenty-ninth day of February, also in the city of Kyoto, the landslide cracked, and the world was turned upside down, but few people knew about it.

In a remote mansion in the neighboring city of Kyoto, in Huizhou, the coquettish moans of women and the heavy gasps of men are intertwined.

A silver-robed man appeared in the courtyard of the house for no reason, walked slowly to the source of the sound, and did not push the door, and the figure did not enter the door.

Instead of looking at the three people who were turning clouds and rain on the bed, the silver-robed man took the porcelain pot on the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

Sitting down, raising his glass, the man didn't seem to hear the moaning and wheezing behind him, and his eyes looked calmly ahead, quietly tea.

After some time, the wheezing on the bed became more and more rapid, and finally stopped after three screams.

The silver-robed man put the finished tea on the table: "The Lord of the Jade Mansion is comfortable wherever he goes." ”

The jade carving building lying in the warm fragrant nephrite was shocked when he heard this, and sat up from the bed, and when he saw that it was a man in a silver robe, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, pressed the two concubines who were screaming, and said with a smile: "The worship lord came from afar, and the little wait is rude." ”

The silver-robed man didn't care, and said, "The matter of Ninghou Mansion has been negotiated, and the young man asked for a pair of hands of arrows on Tuesday." ”

Yudiao Lou hurriedly nodded: "This matter is easy to say, I will do it immediately." ”

The silver-robed man nodded: "You'd better act quickly, Master Zhou is out of the customs today, he has learned about yesterday's incident, and he is ready to take action in person, you had better do it before Master Zhou turns out to be that young man." ”

The jade carving floor should be down.

The silver-robed man got up and walked out, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly looked back at the jade carving building, and said with a half-smile and half-seriousness: "It is best to use aphrodisiac sparingly, and exchange the pleasure of a cup of tea for several years of life, the account is not calculated like this." ”