He Bikong tried to restrain himself and not think about this problem, he had only killed a few people in his life, all of which he had to do, and now he has not been stained with blood for thirty years. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He couldn't figure out why such a terrifying thought suddenly popped up, could it be that Fang Cai's sword rain spectacle had affected his qi count?

The sword was still in the pool, looking up at the sun in the sky, it had gradually risen in the middle of the sky, and he urged Zhuo Zangfeng to go to the bottom of the pool to catch the sword.

Zhuo Zangfeng, who was reluctant to go into the water, had to reluctantly jump into the bottom of the pool again, the water was extremely clear, and he looked around, except for the sand and stones, there was nothing else at all, and the sharp white horse couldn't even see a shadow through the gap.

After mixing under the water for a moment, he climbed up again, pretending to be cold and shivering, and said to He Bikong: "The sword is at the bottom of the pool, and it is already as bright as new, but because the sword was washed and the heaven and earth vitality was triggered, the white horse sword pierced into the stone in the water, and my realm was too low to pull it out." ”

Thinking of the rain of swords last night, he still felt thrilled, He Bikong couldn't imagine what the young man had moved at the bottom of the pool, which actually caused a change in the sky.

Thinking of all kinds of magical rumors of the Heavenly Dao Divine Pool, and seeing the princess and the young man's eyes restored, although the poison of the witch sword is not difficult to solve, but the water of the Divine Pool can heal the wounds, which is absolutely true.

At this moment, this great swordsman can't care about anything, and his heart is his white horse through the gap sword.

Looking around, the col is surrounded by a ring of cliffs that can reach the sky, and the slippery stone walls have no grass and cannot stand on them at all. Convinced that the two men would never have been able to climb out of the col without his own help, he threw himself into the waterhole.

Watching him sink rapidly to the bottom, Zhuo Zangfeng clapped his hands and laughed by the pool.

The princess asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Zhuo Zangfeng didn't answer, but said, "Escape from here first." ”

The princess looked up at the unusually smooth stone wall, compared with the current situation, it was like being in a deep pit trap, and wrinkled: "There are mountains on all sides, no less than a thousand miles, can you fly out?"

Zhuo Zangfeng turned the vitality in the dantian a few times, and suddenly found that there was a calm, and he didn't seem to react, but he still said strongly: "I thought you could." ”

The princess was as immobile as a mountain, "Even if we can fly out of the mountain pass, we can't escape the speed of the sword light of the surname He." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng laughed, "The Heavenly Dao Divine Pond is actually transformed by Yin and Yang, otherwise why don't you see the water source, have you forgotten the most mysterious thing about the Divine Pool." ”

"How?"

"The water of the Divine Pool comes from the sky, and it does not enter the rivers or the sea. This is rootless water, and once a practitioner dives into the water, he is immediately surrounded by the attack of yin and yang. With the surname He's cultivation, although he will not die, when he breaks free, he will inevitably exhaust the vitality in the sea of dantian qi. ”

The princess nodded.

"At that time, not to mention chasing someone, killing him or not, it depends on whether we are interested in doing it. ”

The princess suddenly realized and was relieved, "Let's go now." ”

The two ran to the bottom of the stone wall, and the princess quickly condensed her breath, and when her chest and abdomen were full of vitality, she suddenly exhaled softly, and her body suddenly flew into the air.

With a breath, she could only leap to the middle of the stone wall, and then the vitality ran her palms, quickly attached to the slippery stone wall, and leaned on the palm vitality adsorption wall to breathe again.

Twice like this, the princess flew steadily down the stone wall.

The breeze suddenly poured out, blowing her jet-black hair in all directions, and her skirt fluttering, like a Limbo fairy.

He leaned down from the stone wall and shouted at Zhuo Zangfeng, "Wait, I'll go find Fujiluo." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng's cultivation was not as good as that of the princess, and he couldn't draw a gourd to leap over the top of the cliff with his vitality, so he had to wait.

Her Royal Highness, who had never done farm work, spent most of the hour to weave a green vine rope, and after throwing it down hard, it was even worse than the boss. The people below can't reach it.

Zhuo Zangfeng looked up, his neck was sore, and he thought: I'm not short, I can't touch your rope for another thousand years, I'm really stupid!

In fact, it was really difficult for the princess, in order to find the rattan, she didn't know how many ways she had run, her delicate fingers had been worn out and bleeding, and she had connected the vine five times in a row, and Zhuo Zangfeng finally touched the green vine rope that didn't look very strong.

He tugged at it, gritted his teeth and thought: Don't cut it half-off......

Wrapping the green vine around his waist a few times, he gently tugged it. The princess learned that he was ready to stop, and kept changing hands on it, and tugging.

Seeing that his body was gradually rising, Zhuo Zangfeng thought that the strength of this girl above was not small. Although the green vine was rough, it was still quite strong, and he was relieved.

In fact, the princess is the blood of the gods, and the cultivation realm will never be low, Zhuo Zangfeng has long expected that it will be difficult for her to pull her weight of one hundred and ten catties.

However, in mid-air, his life is completely in the hands of the other party.

As he was thinking wildly, he suddenly realized that his body stopped in the air and did not move.

He was startled.

Looking up at this time, I couldn't see the person on the top at all, could it be that the princess was tired and wanted to rest for a while? Or did she encounter any changes? Zhuo Zangfeng couldn't go up or down, he could only hang in the air, and the wall was smooth, and there was no place to stand, so he broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, it didn't take long to feel Qingteng tense again, and his body slowly rose.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly heard a "whoosh" sound, and He Bikong shot out of the divine pool.

Zhuo Zangfeng saw that he was wet all over, his hands were empty, and he was in a daze with his back against the stone wall. Obviously, this great swordsman not only failed to find the White Horse Crossing Sword, but also exhausted his vitality.

Zhuo Zangfeng put his hands into a trumpet shape and shouted at him: "Mr. He, I will go first and send ...... without work."

He Bikong looked up at the rising young man, pointed angrily, and then quickly sat cross-legged, hoping to recover as quickly as possible.

"Hahaha! Mr. He is too late, if you want to regather your vitality, it will take at least twelve hours, and I will return to Datang by then. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng, who saw through the other party's intentions, laughed before he dissipated, and suddenly found that the water surface in the Heavenly Dao Divine Pool was gradually receding.

The water receded silently, and every time he was pulled by the princess, the water receded.

When he finally approached the top of the cliff, there was a loud boom, and the water in the Heavenly Dao Divine Pool disappeared cleanly.

In the midst of this loud noise, the green vine that carried all the weight of Zhuo Zangfeng suddenly collapsed. I heard a faint exclamation from the princess above, and her body fell down involuntarily.

Seeing that he would inevitably be shattered if he fell, the great swordsman who closed his eyes was even more indifferent.

A white light shot from the bottom of the pool, and pierced into the stone wall with a clang.

Like a person who fell into the water encountering a life-saving straw, Zhuo Zangfeng hurriedly reached out to catch it, and then he felt that his hands were in place, and his body hung on the cliff wall and swayed lightly in the wind.

Carefully opened his eyes and looked up, only to find that what he was holding in both hands was actually a sandalwood sword hilt.

The sword body was inserted in the hard stone wall, carrying the weight of Zhuo Zangfeng's hundred and ten catties, and it was not bent at all, and the white mist on the sword blade was actually a layer of faint sword qi.