A flash of white light shone from the snow-colored long sword, and it was only when it appeared, that is, it reached Yuan Shan's body.

It was extremely close, and He Qiao was a surprise attack without warning, and at the moment when a white light appeared in Yuan Lian's eyes, his head and neck were pierced by the sword.

"Donor, why bother?" Yuan Lin shook his head slightly.

The sword penetrated his body, but it didn't bring out a trace of blood, and it didn't even bring him the slightest change, and the calm was still there.

"Kill!" He Qiao snorted coldly, and the white sword came out again.

The bone-chilling cold fell on the sultry air with the sword, and a trace of ice mist dispersed, and the mist pierced with the sword, enveloping all of Yuan Lone's body, and the cold breath that seemed to freeze everything suddenly exploded.

"Dusty!"

He Qiao drank lightly, and his left hand was sealed, hitting the cold mist.

"Donor, why bother?" said Yuan Xiao in a low voice.

The mist condensed into ice, but it couldn't freeze Yuan Lone, and it didn't even have any effect, so he walked out of the frozen ice and walked slowly to He Qiao's side.

"Say, who are you?" He Qiao pointed his sword at the bridge of Yuan Shan's nose to enhance his momentum.

"Yuan Lonely. Yuan Xiao said patiently.

He Qiao frowned, the snow-colored long sword trembled with anger, and he forcibly changed his mentality with a few breaths, and said in a cold voice: "What do you want to do?"

"Because of the Buddha. Yuan Lin smiled, "The Buddha said: Don't say. Seeing that He Qiao wanted to attack again, he shook his head lightly, "I came because of the Buddha, I exist for the Lord, and I have found a trace of the breath that belongs to the Buddha, so I am here from a different place." ”

He Qiao's brows furrowed even deeper, countless information was churning in his mind, and his eyes staring at Yuan Lin changed to a slight narrow.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm not looking for you. Yuan Lin smiled lightly, "You have a fate with the Buddha, but you are not a Buddha, you are not a Buddha, or you have no fate." ”

"Who are you looking for?" asked He Qiao.

Yuan Lin shook his head with a smile, and turned around, pretending to be floating, but said with a smile: "Since it's not you, who do you think it will be?"

"Is it him?"

took the long sword, there was no point, but its meaning was obvious, the "he" in his mouth was Li Yuchen, and he was not sure, and he was unwilling to believe it easily, and he was still nervous.

"Maybe it's him, maybe it's not him. Yuan Xiao said, shaking his head slightly, still smiling, but the smile was bitter.

"Exactly or no?"

"You don't know, I don't know, and the Buddha doesn't know. Yuan Lin raised his head, looked at the bright and dazzling sunshine, and smiled bitterly, "The Buddha doesn't know, who can really know?"

He Qiao was puzzled, wanted to ask, and wanted to scold, but in the end, he suppressed his anger in his heart and stared at Yuan Lone.

Yuan Silence is also silent, as if burned by the dazzling sunlight, hot tears surfaced, which was mixed with a trace of blood, from the corners of the eyes, down with the cheeks, continued to fall into full contact with the air, and disappeared before it landed.

Keep your head down, close your eyes, and your thoughts are ahead.

Li Yuchen ran quickly, had reached the edge of the battle, stopped for a short time, found a suitable path, and rushed to the crowd, rushing to the center with rapid speed, which was also the most fierce place in the battle.

"Kill!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill that kid, don't let him in!"

Whether it was a short or long word, many people paid attention to Li Yuchen, worried that he would grab the treasure, and it was also a silent agreement in the battle, and they would join forces to deal with the most central person.

Everyone wants to get the treasure, but they are all red-eyed and unwilling to leave, although they can't get the treasure yet, they can't see anyone else get closer to the treasure than themselves.

Many people have approached the entrance of the cave, but they all end up with death, and over time, they dare not approach the entrance of the cave, and Li Yuchen rushed to the entrance of the cave, indeed arrived at the destination, but it caused public outrage.

Throw the jade bottle into the hole.

In his memory, he Qiao's words were the purpose of his coming here, Li Yuchen temporarily forgot about the people who attacked, his figure flashed, his spiritual power was vented from the palm of his hand, and he threw the jade bottle into the hole and threw it into the hole.

Although the enemy surrounded on all sides was very difficult to deal with, he was not afraid, and the bamboo flute fell on his hands, and quickly drew out as he moved, resisting the nearest attack.

"Bang Bang ......"

The sound of the collision continued to sound for a short time, and its sound was very coherent due to the short time, some like the response after the impact of metal, continuous and continuous, but without the weakening of the sound, which was both ear-catching and unpleasant.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, but what Li Yuchen is facing, how can this be more than four hands?

Resisted a lot of attacks, and tried to retreat with strength, but only in exchange for a lot of scars, blood stained the clothes, and the clothes were close to the body, unable to stabilize the body due to the collision of forces, and was hit by a huge force, falling into the hole.

The cave was dim, and there was no light.

It's so dark.

Li Yuchen only had this feeling, and when he fell, even the pain was temporarily forgotten by him, and he only felt that there was a force that made his heart palpitate in the black.

"Kill!"

"Rush!"

"Kill!"

The roar echoed, and many people jumped into the cave with Li Yuchen, and many people took the opportunity to kill.

Soft.

Li Yuchen landed, but did not feel the pain of the violent impact, but had a not particularly hard object behind him to avoid falling to the ground.

Without guessing what was on his back, he jumped up quickly, leaping into the open space to the side, avoiding the figure falling above his head, and an elixir appeared as he moved, falling into his mouth.

"Why is there no movement?" He Qiao frowned, puzzled.

"The Buddha said: Heaven is destined. Yuan Lin said with a smile.

"Bald, did you do it with your hands and feet?" He Qiao glared at Yuan Lin and scolded coldly.

"The Buddha said, don't say it. Yuan Xiao was still smiling.

"I think you're looking for death!" He Qiao was furious, and the snow-colored long sword stabbed towards Yuan Lian, even if he knew that it was fruitless, he wanted to vent.

The long sword passed through Yuan Shan's body, as if it had stabbed the phantom, and while she frowned, she did not intend to take the long sword back and let the long sword stop in his illusory body, wanting to gain some spiritual victory with such a symbolic hit.

"Donor, why bother?" Yuan Lin smiled bitterly, but he didn't move, letting He Qiao vent.

In the dark hole, his vision was obscured, Li Yuchen fumbled to retreat, hid in a quiet corner, recovered silently, and waited for the fighter.

How come nothing is happening?

He was puzzled in his heart, not believing that the jade bottle He Qiao gave him would have no effect, but after waiting, he had to accept the reality, like a dead life living in the night, trying his best to suppress all the vitality.

The sound of killing continued to sound, the sound of gold and iron was permeated, and the smell of blood wafted from time to time, surrounding him, causing his heart to throb.

The battle went from outside the cave to inside the cave, and the surge of spiritual power sparked firelight, but it did not illuminate the scene inside the cave.

There was a faint murmur in the darkness, not a killing sound, shouting from time to time, nor a collision of gold and iron, with a little crispness, a little melodious, and even a little melancholy...... No one heard.

The jade bottle was crushed by spiritual power, making a sound, and a little fragrance wafted out of the jade bottle, mixed with the pitch-black color, and instantly burned with a dazzling brilliance.