Situ Qingshuang: "......"

"The disciples of the Cloud City Martial Arts Hall are really imposing."

"The convoy was commanded like an arm, everyone ordered and forbidden, and when it moved, it was simply like one person, which was amazing."

After blowing for a long time, everyone was silent, looked at each other, and looked helpless.

"But, but they ran away!"

"Ahh

The disciples of the Hui Sword Sect were simply going crazy.

"That's the Yue Nuxia, the best friend of the young master."

How could she run!

Situ Qingshuang was silent for a long time, lightly pressed her eyebrows, looked back at Lou Ying, who was smiling forward and backwards, holding a pen and writing hard, and didn't know what messy things were being written, and said helplessly: "In the next day and a half, it will be a vicious battle, why don't you avoid it first?" It's never too late to remember it when you're done. ”

All the disciples winked at each other, and their faces showed a little strangeness.

The young head of their family has been in a really good temper recently.

Yue Nuxia didn't say a few words just now, and walked away, and he didn't feel annoyed at all.

Over there, Xiao Xing was unobtrusive, and complained twice, and the door owner gave him a dead fish eye.

Ahem.

This historian's golden pen is not in any positive shape at all, and it simply occupies the most hated place of his own young master, but the young master is stunned and ignores, and he speaks with a lot of discussion, and he is very kind.

As early as yesterday, they thought that the young master would definitely throw this young man of the historian down the mountain.

As a result, in such a difficult environment as the young head of his family, not only did he raise a nasty ghost with good food and drink, but also took special care of his safety.

Situ Qingshuang: Hey, as soon as this guy dies, all the words he wrote must be archived, and it will be impossible to delete the section of his master, he can't go to the historian's stall and burn all the materials to ashes with a fire.

Don't think about it, of course Lou Ying can't die.

Situ Qingshuang waved his hand: "Check the blade, see how much spider silk there is, prepare the arrows, once the spider silk is broken, even if you go up to hand-to-hand combat, this thing is not allowed to leave the swamp half a step." ”

It was also by chance that they discovered that the swamp could limit the speed of the fish, and if they let it go, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"You don't have to worry."

Situ Qingshuang's always indifferent face showed a slight relaxed smile, "In a day and a half, we can fight." ”

It's been an uphill battle.

This fish knife is invulnerable, and there is almost no end in sight to this battle.

In fact, what is really terrible is not this fish, this one monster, but this monster all over the world that is endlessly killed and eliminated.

Although the prince is wise and martial, he has built a declining army to drive out the world's monsters, set up a forbidden area, and cast a treasure and ding artifact town, and the people have had a stable life for more than ten years.

But right now, it's obvious that there is a problem in the forbidden area, the monsters are rising again, and their eyes are all dark, I don't know if this time, the monsters will spread all over the Ming Kingdom again, and once again make everyone uneasy, causing the people's wives to be separated, and the families to be destroyed?

It was as if it was a war with no victory in sight.

Everyone is not afraid of desperately, only worried about fighting for their own lives, but it is still useless at all, let them die in vain.

All kinds of thoughts are in my heart, and what I may do is still sleep with one eye open, staring at the swamp and mud.

If you can't keep an eye on it, then you don't have to think about whether the people have a future, not even now.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The disciples of the Hui Sword Sect didn't know how many times they forced this 'monster' back into the swamp, and even Lou Ying, who was a first-class skill, was forced to draw his sword and rise.

"The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone—"

Situ Qingshuang knocked out Lou Ying's whining with a scabbard, looked up into the distance, and his eyes were clear: "Reinforcements are coming." ”

The disciples who were sitting or lying on the ground didn't even have the strength to lift their eyelids.

Reinforcements?

Hehe.

How many times have they persuaded them, but the young master refuses to send people out to ask for help, where will there be reinforcements?

Those little bastards of the Shi family, obviously seeing that they were so miserable, they were still indifferent one by one, and they didn't want to take the initiative to help call reinforcements, so the disciples of the Moon Palace arrived in the morning and let them all go.

How do you say that?

"Yuncheng Yue Heroine has an order, and the disciples of the Moon Palace will go to Yu County, as soon as possible."

In a word, the hundreds of disciples of the Moon Palace didn't even stop, and with a swish, there was no shadow.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, as if something was pressing against their cheeks, and their scalps rolled down into the swamp.

In just a few breaths, the swamp surged, and countless red vines rose from the ground.

Originally, it was a thin vine, but when it grows, it is entangled in one place, covering the sky and the sun, and the leaves are becoming denser and denser.

But it was only an instant, the leaves withered, and the branches withered and fell to the ground.

Situ Qingshuang stood up and walked to the side of the cliff to look.

On the edge of the mountain road not far from them, the carriage was galloping, and Mu Qingyun lifted the curtain and shouted: "Keep an eye on!" ”

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a fluttering sound from the swamp, and the big fish flew up into the air like crazy, only to see that it was full of wounds, and vines were born from it.

Allowing the wound to tear, the wings on the back of the big fish spread out and flew upwards at a high speed in the wind.

The disciples only felt that the pressure on the spider silk on their hands doubled, and everyone used a thousand catties in unison, all of them with green muscles on their faces, and used all their strength to desperately tighten the spider web to net the fish, but they still watched the fish struggle to break free and finally get out of the spider web.

The disciples of the Huijian Sect suddenly changed color in shock, and as soon as the exclamation reached their mouths, they saw Mu Qingyun's carriage reach the top of the mountain, and with a roar, more than 100 people suddenly appeared on the mountain in all directions, and the rain of arrows was thrown one after another.

"It's useless."

The disciples sighed.

Sure enough, the arrows were all shot, but they didn't seem to hit, as if they were in the water.

It can't be said that it doesn't work at all, at least it hinders the action of the 'fish', but it can't kill it.

Everyone suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and the time seemed to have become very long, but it was only a moment.

Just when everyone was a little disappointed, a vine broke out of the 'fish's body in an instant.

Countless rattans dragged the black flesh of the fish out, some into the surrounding mountains, some into the swamp below, and the fish struggled more and more frantically as soon as the rattan came out.

Everyone's hearts fluttered and beat wildly.

Mu Qingyun got out of the car, looked at the sky, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, okay." ”

With her words, the whole body of the fish shattered with a thud, and in an instant it was enveloped in a large mass of vines, and there was no trace.

Mu Qingyun's expression was solemn, he silently calculated the time, glanced at the two senior sisters, and the two senior sisters around him immediately raised the colorful flags.

Colorful flags fluttered in the wind, three verticals and three fell, and a group of warriors suddenly drilled out of the four corners of the mountain.

The warriors carried several barrels on their shoulders, and poured the oil from the barrels onto the large mass of vines that were still growing with teeth and claws.

Boom.

As the fire fold in Mu Qingyun's hand fell, in the blink of an eye, the air waves on the swamp rolled, and the entire valley fell into a large sea of fire. → ( Wise House Chinese No pop-up window, timely update )