Guan Zhiyao died, and he finally died to save people.

He succeeded in disturbing the trajectory of the fire blade, but the person who sent it was still alive and well beside him.

Song Cihe kicked Guan Zhiyao's already cold body hard, and said with a cruel smile: "What's the use of sacrificing yourself to save him, do you think you are protecting him? I will soon send him down to accompany you!"

"Guan Zhiyao, you fucking crumb!"

This is the second time Lu Linxi has scolded this sentence, but this time, his voice has been like a roar, full of grief.

Guan Zhiyao has always been his respected elder for him, and he will never allow Guan Zhiyao's body to be trampled on by this beast after his death.

"I said it would be your turn in a while. ”

After saying this, Song Cihe didn't pay attention to Lu Linxi anymore, his hands were together, and a flame gradually condensed in his hands.

He planned to shoot another fire blade and harvest Lu Ping's life first.

Lu Linxi shouted: "You stop me!"

As he spoke, he kept trying to pick up the thousand machines that fell in front of him.

The current Qianji is in the form of a crossbow, and there is an ice bullet in it, and this ice bullet is his hope.

But even if he succeeds in encountering a thousand machines, he still has to solve a problem.

He didn't have the strength to pick up a thousand machines at all, and he was also unable to pull the trigger.

After a long time of trying, he could only barely pull Qianji to a foot in front of him, but now in a hurry, he had to use all his strength to try to hook Qianji back. By now, it no longer matters what mechanism is worn, the stone that made Qianji's trigger rub the ground may be successfully launched with his body's pressure on Qianji, and with the rune output ability he had adjusted before, he should be able to shoot ice bullets into Song Cihe's body.

Although the condensation speed of the fire blade in Song Cihe's hand was slow, in Lu Linxi's eyes, seeing that flame was becoming more and more condensed, his heart would involuntarily become anxious.

He doesn't like Lu Ping's excessive supervision of him, and he doesn't like to follow the path that Lu Ping has planned for him, but this doesn't mean that he won't treat Lu Ping as his father.

He wanted to save his father, but the medicinal power of the drunken autumn wind made it extremely difficult for him to even move, and he didn't know how long it would take to hook the thousand machines to the expected position.

He couldn't wait, but he could only wait.

But just when he was anxious, he felt a chill and suddenly lifted his spirits.

He didn't have the strength to express his gratitude to the person who made the move, there was no need to thank each other for a long time, but he still thanked the Northern Immortal Cultivator in his heart.

......

In the end, the Northern Meditation Cultivator made a move.

With his current terrible physical condition, Song Cihe didn't feel that he needed to be vigilant, in fact, he was indeed almost unable to move his body now, and when he moved casually, his whole body seemed to be about to crack, but with this feeling of empathy spreading, there was also a strange aura that was both cold and warm circulating in his body, although it aggravated his pain, but it was also nourishing his sea of consciousness and meridians.

Bei Ming Xiu knew that this was the effect of the gourd Xuanbing Bicao wine he drank when he was in Momei Villa, and it was only now that these hidden medicinal powers were finally stimulated by the thousands of holes in his body, which was of great benefit to his recovery from his injuries.

Bei Ming Xiu didn't know if Long Yao had foreseen the situation for a few days when he brewed this Xuanbing Green Grass Wine, or if Long Yao had already determined that his style of action would inevitably be injured when he made the wine, but no matter what, he was very grateful to his master.

With the residual medicinal power of this Dark Ice Green Herb Wine, he could do without the last method, which was very easy to fail.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator himself was still extremely injured, even if the drunken autumn wind didn't have much effect on him, it would be very difficult for him to move, and if he was discovered by Song Cihe, the situation would not be optimistic.

He only moved one finger, and his fingertips flowed with the spiritual power that Tiandao had just accumulated, and lightly touched the ground.

A small and imperceptible ice road is spreading in the mountains, like a slender earthworm, stretching towards the thousands of machines in front of Lu Linxi.

The spiritual power he has accumulated now is very weak, so the extension speed of the ice road is very slow, but when the fire blade in Song Cihe's hand has not yet taken shape, the ice road has already touched the thousand machines, and the cold ice spreads upward, and soon touches the trigger of the thousand machines.

Lu Linxi had already tried his best to aim the launch port of the thousand machines at Song Cihe, but at this moment, Song Cihe's angry shout suddenly came out: "Don't move!"

Lu Linxi's heart was shocked, his expression did not change at all, he believed that the same was true of the Northern Meditation Cultivator not far behind him.

Then he saw Song Cihe quickly turn around, and the unformed fire blade was thrown out directly, slashing in the direction of Wu Qingqian.

......

When Song Cihe shouted "don't move", Wu Qingqian quickly got up from the ground.

At this time, she already had a look of death on her face.

Since she was caught in the drunken autumn wind, she has been running one of her own secret techniques, if it is usual, this kind of exercise can make her spiritual power boil in a short period of time, get a certain increase, and reverse luck can make her spiritual power be perfectly covered, not only is it difficult to be discovered by others, but also can perceive the existence of other spiritual power sources nearby. When the body is drunk with the autumn wind and the spiritual power cannot be circulated, the secret method of forcibly carrying positive luck can accelerate the diffusion and weakening of the drunken autumn wind in the body, but the price paid is the torment and heavy damage of the meridians and the dantian qi sea.

She gritted her teeth and endured all the pain, just to expel the medicinal power of the drunken autumn wind from her body as soon as possible, and then let Song Cihe pay the due price.

But at the moment when she was almost about to succeed, Song Cihe finally discovered her movements, although the fire blade was not yet complete, and the power was not something that she could stop when her spiritual power was still stagnant.

Wu Qingqian's getting up and dodging was already her fastest reaction, but when the anesthetic effect of the drunken autumn wind had not completely faded, her movements were very clumsy no matter how she looked at it.

As the fire blade flew by, a piece of her right face was cut off, and scorched black marks spread on her face, and blood was dripping immediately. A face like a flower and jade suddenly became miserable.

Lu Linxi subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

How much Wu Qingqian cares about his face, he has a very profound experience, before he turned his face, no, it started when he was a child, as long as he said openly and secretly that Wu Qingqian was not beautiful, she always returned the salute with interest, regardless of whether this kind of behavior of bullying the small with the big is not graceless.

Now that her face has been ruined by Song Cihe to this extent, her heart is probably full of pain and resentment.

But unlike Lu Linxi's expectations, Wu Qingqian's eyes at this time were firm and began to run towards Song Cihe.

The lightweight body exercises could not be performed for the time being, so I approached him in the most traditional way!

In the process of sprinting, Wu Qing glanced at Qi Weibian with tenderness, and this tenderness quickly turned into sourness.

He was looking at her.

Even if he had fallen into such a situation, he was still looking at her, warning her with his eyes not to mess around, and did not look away because his face was broken.

There was a sweet smile on her face, and although she looked a little scary in her current appearance, it still seemed to attract bees and butterflies.

She has been carefully taking care of her face, isn't it just for her beloved to see, and now he will still look at herself, and that's enough.

Wu Qingqian's running gradually stabilized, the killing intent in his eyes was revealed, and in front of this momentum, Song Cihe couldn't help but change color on his face.

However, Song Cihe is not a general, even if he is inferior to his colleagues, he is also a character who licks blood from the edge of the knife, and with a folding fan in his hand, a warm wind of fire blew out in an instant, directly attacking Wu Qingqian.

Wu Qingqian didn't avoid it, he used the weak spiritual power that he could condense for the time being to resist, and still tried his best to get close to Song Cihe.

Her clothes were burning.

Her people are burning.

But she is like a brute bull with a flame burning all over her body, no matter what, she has to knock the person in front of her over.

Song Ci and the folding fan were linked, and the fire wind intensified, but in the raging fire wind, Wu Qingqian was burning his life, still approaching step by step in the burning.

Magnificent and beautiful.

......

Lu Linxi watched this scene anxiously.

is not only because of Wu Qingqian's almost life-threatening behavior, but also because of Song Cihe's actions.

Song Cihe was also moving backwards, and he couldn't move Qianji's crosshairs at all.

Just when he was a little anxious, the Northern Meditation Cultivator pointed him in the direction with the ice edge.

Lu Linxi looked in that direction and found that the Northern Meditation Cultivator was referring to Lu Ping.

Lu Ping's face was still calm, but he was silently saying three words to him with his lips.

Aim for me.