The red light poured out, flashing by, and after the red light, there were two swords that attacked the [Breeze].

At this moment, no matter how fast Song Qingxuan's fingertips were controlled, he still couldn't dodge the two swords that were within easy reach, and the two swords slashed, and then disappeared with the two fiery red lights in the hands of [Allure], and a slight sound sounded on [Qingfeng].

Two swords pierced the armor.

And the red light dissipated, and slowly looked, at this moment, the two wind blades in the hands of [Qingfeng] had already disappeared, not only because of the two wind blades or other reasons, the two swords drawn by [Allure] did not give [Qingfeng] a heavy blow, and Yan Wuxin also secretly said in his heart that it was a pity, although he could not severely damage the puppet in front of him, but the armor on his chest was indispensable. And at this time, the [Qingfeng] that was left with two traces on the chest did not need to be much better [Allure], and there were a few marks left between the chests of the two puppets, and there were not many traces, but they were clearly reflected in the eyes. Looking at the two marks on [Qingfeng]'s chest, Yan Wuxin pulled [Allure] back a few steps, and then said slowly: "Your puppet doesn't seem to be much better!"

This sentence is naturally to repay the "broken puppet" in Song Qingxuan's mouth before, in the world, there may be some people who only say but don't do, and some people only do not say, and for Yan Wuxin, he prefers to be the latter, but when things involve Ye Qingcheng, he will choose to do and say, even if it is just a puppet left by her.

Even if it's just for this puppet named [Allure], he can go and talk about it.

Yan Wuxin's indifferent voice naturally fell into Song Qingxuan's ears, looking at Yan Wuxin's still indifferent appearance at this moment, Song Qingxuan's eyes became colder and colder, but compared with just now, the contempt in his eyes was also put away, and then he raised his head, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said slowly: "It seems that I really underestimate you, but next time you will have such good luck." ”

At this moment, due to the rift in the chest of [Allure], a faint light couldn't help but shine through it, and looking at this faint light, Song Qingxuan's mouth couldn't help but raise a smile, and the smile was hidden by it for a moment, looking at Yan Wuxin's noncommittal appearance of his words, Song Qingxuan whispered in his heart: "I won't let you cry later." ”

It's just that I'm afraid that he didn't even find out about himself, and he has said this more than once.

When the words fell, Song Qingxuan slowly raised his head, and the gaze in his eyes naturally focused on Yan Wuxin, looking at the puppet in front of Yan Wuxin that he said was tattered, the blue light on the soul silk on his fingertips slowly flashed, and with the soul power flowing out of the sea of qi, two wind blades appeared in the [Qingfeng] hand again, but this time, he did not rise again, and the soul power in his body also continued to flow out. Due to the support of the continuous soul power, the wind blade in the hand of [Qingfeng] also became more and more obvious, and then when the [Qingfeng] closed its palm, the two wind blades merged into one.

In an instant, a white sword seemed to be held in the hand of [Qingfeng], and with the help of the silver-white moonlight, a layer of silver yarn was added to the white sword, and the sword continued to tremble in the hand of [Qingfeng], and each tremor would leave a faint trace on the ground, but in the blink of an eye, the land covered with silver yarn was already full of scars, looking at the power of the white sword at the moment, Yan Wuxin naturally would not take it lightly, and felt the tremor from the palm of [Qingfeng], Song Qingxuan took the puppet behind him to meet Yan Wuxin.

"Soul Array: The power of the twin blades, what do you block. Song Qingxuan said in his heart.

The figure of [Qingfeng] slashed forward, and beside him was a weed left under the sword in his hand, feeling the familiar tremor of his fingertips, a trace of doubt about himself in Song Qingxuan's heart also disappeared, his toes touched the ground, and his body swept towards Yan Wuxin faster, and the sword in the hand of [Qingfeng] behind him also slowly swung forward.

The sword moved with it, and the sword seemed to be shrouded in the wind, and with Song Qingxuan's figure, [Qingfeng] held the sword and stabbed at the [Allure] as if carrying the wind scroll in his hand.

Looking at this powerful sword, just looking at the momentum on the sword, Yan Wuxin knew that the road could not be hard-connected, and his hands were swinging back, the fingertips were slowly pulled, and his steps took a step back, and just wanted to use the step, Yan Wuxin only felt a sense of powerlessness coming from [Allure], feeling this unfamiliar feeling, Yan Wuxin couldn't help but be stunned, and then he didn't know what he thought, Yan Wuxin couldn't help but say in his heart: "No!?"

And the plain-clothed man, who had been paying attention to the two of them since Fang Cai, couldn't help but feel stunned when he saw this scene, and an impossible thought appeared in his mind, and thinking of this, the plain-clothed man also said with some surprise in his heart: "No!?"

Noticing the astonishment that flashed in Yan Wuxin's eyes, the dark smile on the corner of Song Qingxuan's mouth finally rose, among several people, perhaps he was the first to anticipate this scene, he knew that [Allure] should not be under his control at this time, as for the reason, it was a mistake that no soul master could make, and the soul stone at the core of [Allure] had been exhausted.

And it was also a long time ago that Song Qingxuan dared to concentrate most of the soul power in his body on this sword, if not, how could this sword in the hand of [Qingfeng] have the power of the sword before the sword has arrived at this moment, but these are not important, looking at this sword that must be hit, Song Qingxuan's footsteps paused, and the [Qingfeng] behind him jumped under his control, and a sword came head-on.

If this sword is stabbed, I am afraid it will not be as simple as breaking the armor, and at this moment, there is no armor to break in the chest of the [Allure].

The sword was only three feet away.

Even behind [Allure], Yan Wuxin could feel the chill on the sword, looking at the coming sword and the [Allure] that could only stand in front of him, Yan Wuxin thought with some despair in his heart: "Is it too late?

A sense of powerlessness came to his heart again, but this time it was caused by himself, thinking of this, Yan Wuxin whispered in his heart, "Is it your mistake again?", and then slowly closed his eyes.

In fact, the reason why he made such a low-level mistake was not because Yan was careless, but according to his experience, he couldn't imagine this situation anyway. Since he was a child, the first thing Yan Wuxin learned was how to save, so he was able to accumulate copper coins for so many years and barely live a hard life. And if he wants to make money from such a trivial matter as helping the puppet exchange soul stones, then Yan Wuxin must wait until the soul stones at the core of the puppet are exhausted, otherwise it will be a waste of luxury for him.

Because of this, under the repeated use of the puppet not long ago, there are not many soul stones left at the core of the puppet, but due to the deep-rooted concept when he was a child, or the habit he has developed in order to survive for so many years, this makes Yan Wuxin have no such concept in his heart, and this is also the scene at this time.

It's just that none of this may be important to Yan Wuxin.

"I should be able to find you now!?"

For some reason, this thought flashed in Yan Wuxin's mind again, perhaps this thought never dissipated, with half life and half death, and nine points of thought, Yan Wuxin glanced into the distance, and then slowly closed his eyes. And when he was closing his eyes, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but under the shock, Yan Wuxin saw that under the bright moonlight of the cold night, there was a red shadow in the distant forest standing quietly on the tree.

Looking at this slightly familiar red shadow, Yan Wuxin's heart couldn't help but be shocked, and the figure that had turned black and white in his memory resurfaced, and Yan Wuxin muttered in his mouth: "Auntie!?"

I don't know if I heard Yan Wuxin's murmuring, the woman raised her head sensitively and glanced at Yan Wuxin, in the moonlight, the woman was dressed in red, and above the red dress was the woman's stunning posture.

The appearance can be captivating.