Long Hao was sitting and pranayama, the breath in his body was slowly smooth and even, and his strength was restored again.

In fact, Long Hao had been sitting for a long time, but until this moment, he still had no intention of getting up. He knew that perhaps someone else had already taken advantage of this moment to approach him, and someone else might have captured seven purple rays as well. But he didn't care. The wind was circling around, the pressure was condensing little by little, and the body seemed to be stronger, and the long-stagnant cultivation was faintly showing signs of a breakthrough.

He seems to have forgotten the land of extreme people, and forgot the wind in front of him.

Time passed little by little, and Long Hao suddenly opened his eyes. He heard a shout, "Thief, are you kidding me?"

He knew that this was Luo Tian's voice, and he also knew that this was the voice of that time and space.

Luo Tian turned out to be the one who caught two purple mangs at one time.

Long Hao's face was a little surprised, he didn't expect that Luo Tian hadn't quit at all, and he had already reached the purple mangwen area. Is this Luo Tian? Can Luo Tian's poor body and almost no cultivation resist the Gangfeng here? Is this possible?

But facts are facts, and Long Hao himself has to admire Luo Tian. No matter what method was used, as long as Luo Tian entered the purple mangwen area, he would have the qualifications to be admired by Long Hao.

Unexpectedly, the person who disturbed his mood was actually Luo Tian.

He's so unexpected!

However, while Long Hao was thinking, his brows gradually furrowed. He stood up straight and took a few steps in the wind, not forward, but back and forth. Long Hao was a little worried, could it be that Luo Tian was in trouble again?

He had to help Luo Tian, except for the entrustment of the Nine Elders, Luo Tian was still his friend after all.

But, how can you help? This is the purple mangwen area in the land of the Extreme Man, what can I help?

In No Man's Land, he can stab a heavy sword. But here, what is the use of his heavy sword?

"Luo Tian, if you can't do anything, just press the post!"

Shui Impermanence looked embarrassed, his mask was pierced by Gangfeng, so there were two cracks in the upper part, which were worn on his face at the moment, just to expose his eyes. The black robe was torn apart in some places, and there were still a few drops of blood dripping from the boots, and the color of the blood seemed to be very close to the boots, and it was impossible to see it if you didn't look closely.

But at this time, Shui Impermanence's expression was extremely excited and extremely high. He wrapped himself in his black robe, and actually laughed "haha", and his voice was cold, like a piece of ice underground. "The man is dying, it's the man's voice. ”

Of course, Shui Wuchang heard the source of that despair, but he didn't expect it to be that guy. The hateful guy actually grabbed two purple mangs at once, and actually dared to steal his own limelight.

It's okay now, the man is desperate, the man is dying.

The black mask shook a little in the wind, and gradually lifted a small piece, revealing a white and smiling face. Shui Wuchang hurriedly stretched out his hand, solemnly straightened the mask, and pressed his fingers on the eyes, but found that the mask was broken after all, and it couldn't plug the two holes at all.

Touching the Shura scimitar behind him, the familiar temperature reached his hand again, and Shui Wuchang was a little disappointed, "Why did he die so easily? Why did he die in the land of extreme men? I haven't pulled out his tendons yet? It's a pity, it's a pity." ”

The disappointment and sigh in my heart flashed quickly, like the wind in the land of extreme people. Shui Wuchang laughed exaggeratedly again, and even pulled out his scimitar excitedly, "It's okay, it's okay! It's okay to die! ”

With a cruel smile in the words, it was spread into the distance in the wind.

Lei Dong also heard Luo Tian's shout.

It was clearly Luo Tian's voice. In the time when Luo Tian was injured, he spent the most time with Luo Tian, so he was naturally more familiar with Luo Tian.

Lei Dong's mind was a little simple, he didn't think much about Luo Tian breaking into the purple mangwen area. He only knew that Luo Tian must have encountered danger, because that sentence was very unwilling, very desperate, and wanted to cry in despair of the dying person.

So, he was anxious, with a blood-colored knife in his hand, but he didn't know what to do.

Stopping, Lei Dong thought about it again and again, and found that there was indeed no ready-made solution. The long knife can slash into the time and space where Luo Tian is, but what is the use? His knife is used for fighting, it is used for killing, can it still help Luo Tian increase his cultivation?

The storage space in the post gradually opened, and Lei Dong looked inside, and the six purple stripes were still flashing with purple brilliance. "When you go out, you must give it to Luo Tian. ”

How can the purple mangwen be used to give away? This is a priceless treasure in the secret realm. Moreover, according to the previous agreement, forty percent of them must be handed over to the Sibei Pavilion, so that there are only three left.

If other people knew what Lei Dong was thinking, they would definitely scold him for having his brain in water? Why is he so stupid?

But that's how Lei Dong decides. Because he is thunderous, because Luo Tian is his friend.

In the land of extreme people, there were far more than three people who stopped because of Luo Tian's shout, and some people also stopped. Among them, there is a white and pure man with a baby face.

Chang Bao'er's sword had been lost, and her two hands could only be helplessly left behind. Just now, in order to resist the oncoming wind, he had to put down the sword in his hand and cover his face with his hands. However, when he touched his feet, he found that there was nothing, and the sword had been blown away by the Gangfeng wind.

Shizun said that the sword is in the people, and the sword is lost.

Therefore, Chang Baoer was very sad, he felt sorry for his master. He had already gone down the mountain and left his master, but he didn't expect to lose the sword given by his master here.

The sword had been with him for five years, and he even slept with it when he was in the mountains.

His nose twitched, but he didn't lose a tear.

The poisonous flowers and weeds in no man's land, he didn't cry. The wind in the land of extreme men, he didn't cry. His skin was cracked, his arm was dislocated, and he didn't cry. Gangfeng's pressure grew, and bloodshot foam erupted from his abdomen, but he didn't cry. Now, when the sword is lost, he is crying.

He wanted to hold his head and cry, but in the end it didn't happen.

He heard Brother Locke's voice. The voice was very unwilling, as if he had lost his master's sword.

"What the hell is going on, Brother Luo, how are you?" Chang Bao'er stretched out her hand to wipe the tears from her eyes, but she didn't expect that there was still a handful of snot with her. Thinking about Brother Luo, Chang Baoer couldn't calm down for a long time, in his opinion, only Brother Luo understands himself, and only Brother Luo is his bosom friend.

However, now that Brother Luo is obviously in trouble, he can only listen here.

The more Chang Baoer thought about it, the more she blamed herself, and then she felt that she couldn't stand Brother Luo at all. The corners of his mouth twitched again, his eyes were sore, and a line of tears flowed out again.

"Unexpectedly, Shizun's sword was lost, and even Brother Luo now doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. Why am I so useless?" Chang Bao'er finally squatted down and howled in the wind.