The movement here is not small, and the Forbidden Yuan Array can only block the aura of a hundred feet in a radius, but it can't stop the sound from coming out.

On a hillside a hundred zhang away, Murong Xue stood there with her hands in her hands, and there were three people beside her, all of whom were Chengyi monks who had followed from Gusu City.

"Who does Snow Maiden think will win this one?"

A voice sounded from the mountain path, and then a young man in a purple robe walked up from the bottom of the mountain, glanced at the other three people lightly, and did not shy away from it, and stood by Murong Xue's side.

Seeing that she didn't answer, the young man smiled and continued: "In my opinion, Li Xiu will definitely die in this scene. ”

He blinked, and the depths of those eyes were full of coldness: "Whether he will lose or win next." ”

Murong Xue didn't look at him, still staring at Li Xiu, who was leaning against the tree and panting, her eyes didn't fluctuate in the slightest, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

......

King Zhou glanced at Bao Zhiming, looked at the arm that fell to the ground, his whole face began to be gloomy, the three of them were restraining each other, if one of them had a problem, the other two would definitely not have a good life.

Therefore, the force on the hand is getting heavier and heavier.

Changlin is an organization that exists within the Tang Dynasty, and it can't be compared to Yin Cao in terms of scale or strength, but he is Changlin's best disciple.

It's not much like it's Yin Cao.

What's more, he's fighting for his life.

"Since you are standing by Li Xiu's side, let us die together. ”

King Zhou's face was indifferent, he was a very cold person, even in the face of death.

I saw him staring at Feng Yuxiu with cold eyes, then his right hand was raised high, and then he slashed down on his chest, and his skin was cut open, and a string of blood beads flew high and suspended around his body.

Feng Yu Xiu's pupils shrank to a point.

King Zhou clenched his right hand into a fist, there was no aura around him, but it gave people a feeling of being empty, and the blood swirled and fell on his arm and then reintegrated into it.

A voice sounded inside him.

Like the wail of insects in the trunk of a tree, it was the outcropping stones on the hillside in the distance, the pitch black cracked ground beneath your feet.

Gradually, the punch swung forward.

The speed seemed to be slow, but the moment the arm was straightened, this punch appeared in front of Feng Yuxiu.

It's a very straight and unreasonable punch.

Before the fist fell, the clothes sealed on Yu Xiu's body had turned into pieces, and his pupils, which had shrunk into a little, dilated suddenly, and the green tendons all over his body burst out, with strange fluctuations, and then crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Qingqiu's piano sound suddenly became extremely violent, and blood spilled from the corners of Wang Buer's mouth every time he took a step forward.

There seemed to be a thunderclap between heaven and earth, and then King Zhou's fist landed on his arm.

Feng Yuxiu's body flew out upside down, bent into a prawn in the air, and then fell to the ground, the bones of his arms were shattered, and his ribs also collapsed, and the whole person was hit hard in an instant, as if he had no ability to continue fighting.

He couldn't get up, King Zhou was half-kneeling on the ground, his clothes and hair were disheveled, and his face was still cold.

Bao Zhiming looked at him, his lips moved, and his eyes were slightly red.

He is a ghost of the two caves, but since he was a child, he was sent outside to practice and entered the underworld.

He was the only one in the entire two caves who did not hesitate to disobey the ancestral teachings and put them outside.

Moreover, he and King Zhou and Qingqiu are lifelong friends, and they have joined forces with each other to experience many hardships.

In order to defeat Feng Yuxiu, no one knows the price paid by King Zhou's punch.

Bao Zhiming stood up from the ground, and the sword that was broken in two slowly rose and lay in mid-air, facing Li Xiu from afar.

King Zhou fell to the ground, his eyes looked at Bao Zhiming, looking at the two broken swords, his chest rose and fell violently, and the backlash brought by the huge price was not so easy to bear.

Listening to the extremely suppressed painful voice, Bao Zhiming's eyes became redder, he looked at Li Xiu, his tone was crying, and then he roared hoarsely and in a low voice: "Why the did you want to save Wang Zhiwei?"

The two severed swords flew towards Li Xiu in the air, not too fast, swaying and swaying.

His injuries were far worse than they seemed, and the Black Shadow's sword didn't just break one of his arms.

Li Xiu listened to these words and was silent without speaking.

It is not wrong for the ghosts of the two caves to take advantage of the momentum of killing Wang Zhiwei to abandon the ancestral teachings, regain the heaven and earth, and grab an opportunity for their clansmen.

But he wanted to save Wang Zhiwei, so he went to Saibei and blocked the Luoxian Bridge, he wanted to save people, which is not wrong.

But the most unreasonable thing in the world is often right and wrong.

There is never a right or wrong in this world, there are only differences in positions.

Li Xiu looked up at the two severed swords that were staggering and flying over, and suddenly felt very bored, and he was also a little excited.

He took a xylophone from the ring and placed it on his lap.

Wang Buer's body was covered with wounds, and he noticed Li Xiu's movements, and then stopped.

Qingqiu also noticed Li Xiu's movements, and his pale face was full of surprise.

"As you may know, my rhythm is pretty good. ”

Qingqiu used the qin to control the spirit array, and Li Xiu could naturally use the qin to take it back, but before Bao Zhiming and King Zhou were eyeing him, although his music rhythm was good, he didn't know how to fight with the qin, so he didn't dare to take risks.

His fingers flicked, and then the sound of a harp sounded, and the blood-colored green clothes flew backwards, and the heavens were silent.

Feng Yuxiu coughed up blood, and King Zhou kept struggling to stand up.

The two severed swords fell to the ground, and Bao Zhiming's left arm turned into powder.

His body flew upside down, and his skin was full of flesh.

Li Xiu pursed his lips, his ten fingers revealed white bones, the xylophone turned into powder, and the whole person leaned against the tree, unable to say a word.

He didn't know how to fight, and this was the first time.

So you can only kill with pure power, such a move is stupid, and the price is naturally not small.

And Bao Zhiming is very strong, very strong.

So he needs to fight for his life.

Bao Zhiming supported the ground with one hand and stiffly propped up his body.

His face had long since lost the color of blood.

The mental power is exhausted, the head is like a needle prick, and the stinging sensation is like a wave after wave, wave after wave.

"Why?"

Bao Zhiming's lips trembled, and although he was already trying his best to suppress the fluctuation of his tone, he could still hear the stubbornness and unwillingness in that voice.

And despair.

Li Xiu didn't speak, or he couldn't speak, he just looked at Bao Zhiming quietly, his eyes were complicated.

The sound of his piano stopped, and Qingqiu's breathing became rapid.

Wang Buji took a step forward, and the two were close to each other.

The sound disappears, the string breaks, and there is a soft sound.

Qingqiu's mouth spat out a large mouthful of blood, sprinkled all over the placket.

Wang Buer, covered in blood, stood in front of her, looking down at her, his face full of complexity.

Forbidden Yuan Array.

Broken.