Meng Juntong is not a brainless person, and he is not completely affected by his emotional impulses.

Luo Wushuang offered the condition that they could leave Longchuan City in half a month, which made Meng Juntong have to think about it for a while, but this thinking did not last too long.

For Luo Wushuang, there is not much difference between the early half month and the late half month, but Meng Juntong faintly feels that for him, this half month may be related to the development of some important things.

Although she is not as good as Luo Wushuang, Meng Juntong is very sure of her feelings, especially after returning from the sea of thousands of books, looking at Luo Wushuang again, Meng Juntong always has a very vague illusion, that is, Luo Wushuang is very eager to get something from herself, as for what she can't tell, but this feeling is very real.

Maybe in another half a month, Luo Wushuang will have a way to take this thing away from her, or maybe she just needs to stay in Longchuan City.

No matter which possibility it is, Meng Juntong has already made a choice now, that is, to fight with Luo Wushuang and end this battle with the goalkeeper in advance.

"You guys go back to the side first, and leave it to me and Xiao Juntong here. Ah Wen didn't have time to explain the cause and effect of the matter with these little dolls, and the few of them just pushed their hands at Anice, Bai Yu, and a few of them just pushed their hands, and a cyclone directly rolled them and flew in the other direction, falling towards the Chu Palace, no matter how fierce the fight was here, the Chu Palace side would not be involved, because that was the original location of the heart of the Longchuan World, the closer they got there, the stronger the suppression of the law became, even if it was Luo Wushuang.

Ah Wen touched the two cracks on the black bamboo knife, and there was some distress in his eyes: "Old man, this time you entered the world, you have accompanied me all the way has been hard, and in the last battle today, you have to fight." ”

The bamboo knife seemed to have heard Ah Wen's advice, and the pitch-black blade body actually emitted a crimson demonic knife light.

Ah Wen smiled, raised his knife, lifted the gourd, took a sip of wine, and then raised the wine gourd towards Meng Juntong: "Take a sip?"

Meng Juntong was stunned for a moment, but he still took Ah Wen's sword gourd, raised his head and poured a big sip into himself, the wine slurry entered his throat, Meng Juntong felt that his throat and eyes were about to burst into flames, and the blood in his deep body was like the hot oil that caught fire, and it burned up, especially the sword pill in the small dantian, the speed of rotation accelerated, and the sword lines on the dan's body became more and more obvious. The wine stored in this sword gourd is really different from the ordinary.

Meng Juntong shook his hand and threw the gourd back to Ah Wen: "Don't take care of me for a while, you let go and fight." ”

Meng Juntong knew that Ah Wen's means would not be weaker than Luo Wushuang, but with himself on his side, he always left three points to shoot, and as half a protector, he had to protect Meng Juntong's safety no matter what.

Luo Wushuang's body exuded a bitter cold, and the entire Longchuan City seemed to have entered winter all of a sudden, and there were pieces of crystal snowflakes flying and falling in the sky.

Ah Wen bent his knees, his center of gravity was lowered, he put out the knife holder, and held the black bamboo knife in his hand, this was the first time he held the knife with both hands, rushed forward, and his body took a step, leaving an afterimage directly in place, and the black bamboo knife showed no mercy, directly smearing it towards Luo Wushuang's throat, vowing to see blood seal his throat.

Just when Ah Wen was about to pass by Luo Wushuang's side, Luo Wushuang reflexively kicked sideways, and smashed Ah Wen's waist and abdomen with a whip leg breaking through the wind.

Meng Juntong didn't stand and watch the play, she knew too well that ordinary tricks were meaningless to Luo Wushuang, so she didn't hesitate at the moment, and directly opened the second innate sword qi contained in her body.

That terrifying feeling of tearing meridians reappeared, this time the sword qi was three points stronger than the first time when he dealt with the old ape who moved the mountain, and the surging sword qi was like a river pouring back, desperately pulling Meng Juntong's five intestines, and the qi veins of the whole body had reached a critical point, Meng Juntong felt that she would be blown to death by this sword qi in her body at any time, but she had to grit her teeth and persevere.

This sword qi came too quickly, and just as Ah Wen was kicked away by that whip leg, it had already slammed into Luo Wuyou's body.

The continuous majestic sword qi was like a waterfall flying ten times and three thousand feet, facing Luo Wushuang's body head-on.

Luo Wushuang let out a low roar: "Yun Shu, Yun Shu! you dare to do this." When the sword qi came, Luo Wushuang understood where Meng Juntong's hole card came from.

Meng Juntong held the Qingfeng Sword and moved forward step by step with the sword qi of his body, forcing Luo Wushuang to retreat step by step.

Under the impact of this majestic sword waterfall, Luo Wushuang couldn't make any response, and could only pin his hopes on Meng Juntong's sword to end it earlier.

He took seven or eight steps back, and suddenly Luo Wushuang felt that his feet were in the air, and he fell into a deep pit, which was a deep well drilled from the ground at the time when Ah Wen had just cast the Earth Surging Cage, with a depth of nearly dozens of feet.

Going down and down is more like a waterfall, Meng Juntong saw this opportunity, and rushed to the mouth of the deep well almost in one step, and the sword qi was full of water and washed endlessly.

"Meng Juntong, your body can't support this kind of sword qi, stop it!" Luo Wushuang roared in pain, even though the magic robe on his body was the same material as the one given to Meng Juntong, and it would not be destroyed by the spell, but his body was already bloody, as if he had just been subjected to Ling Chi.

Ah Wen also flashed behind Meng Juntong and reminded: "Xiao Juntong, don't be strong, Yun Shu's sword qi is very domineering, if you don't do it, you will hurt your life!"

Meng Juntong turned a deaf ear, looking down coldly, the hand holding the sword did not tremble at all, and all the sword qi passed through Meng Juntong's body and transferred to the Qingfeng Sword and then flourished.

There was blood spilling from her eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and it was clear that her own condition was also very dangerous at the moment.

"Stop. Luo Wushuang roared angrily below, and there seemed to be a thunderbolt above the nine heavens responding to him, and a thunderbolt as thick as a bucket suddenly fell from the sky, directly aimed at Meng Juntong and fell.

Ah Wen sighed, and the black bamboo knife in his hand slashed against the air, breaking through the void, and the knife directly slashed the Xuan Thunder, stirring up a leaping arc in the air.

"Ah Wen, do you know that she will fight everything of herself!" Luo Wu roared again, and new thunder was brewing in the sky again.

Ah Wen said coldly: "I'm just a protector, as for how to go on the road, I still have to choose Xiao Juntong by himself." As he spoke, the sword surged again, and the clouds of thunder and lightning surging in the air were instantly dissipated.