Song Wuxuan is fed with the elixir of clavicle surgery.

Wan Qixue fell to the ground with convulsions the moment she swallowed it, her eyes were round, her back locked tightly, and her teeth clucked.

The two sect members who were still alive hurriedly ran over to search Wan Qixue, but unfortunately, nothing was found.

In that case, Gu Xue was indeed in the thatched hut.

He had bitten half of the strip of cloth in his mouth, and had just finished bandaging his wound.

Squeak————

The door was pushed open by Songwu, and the cold moonlight splashed into the dark thatched hut, and the one in the room was brighter than the moonlight was the long sword that Gu Xue had drawn.

"Where's the Tiger Talisman?" asked Song Wuxian, raising his eyelids and looking at him.

She stepped through the door and danced a dagger, the crimson handle of the dagger flying out of her fingertips like a fluttering butterfly.

Boom!

Gu Xue's eyes drooped slightly, her wrist flicked, and the whole person leaned sideways, shaking her arms and sweeping over.

"Snort, it's okay if the bamboo gentleman has become a thief, but now he has become a dumb man?" he grasped the dagger with a smack and held his sword at his side.

Gu Xue took a few steps in a row, his wrist shook, and after the shock retreated, he jumped up from the dilapidated table on one side, and four sword flowers came out in a row.

Song Wuxuan took three steps to the left, stepped on the wall, and reflexively took advantage of the momentum, stabbing at Gu Xue's right shoulder. Gu Xue was already injured, and her internal strength was weak, so there was no way to retreat from this stab, and she suffered it for life.

Poof-

Gu Xue's throat was hot, and blood spurted out.

He stepped back, raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and when he looked at Song Wuxian again, his eyes changed slightly.

Song Wuxian's move was well attacked, and he narrowed the distance between the two while avoiding his three swords in an instant, even if he received a sword, he still gave a heavy blow.

It is said in the rivers and lakes that Song Wuxuan is Shen Moyue's personal disciple, what is his personal transmission?

Now it seems crazy enough.

After the three killing sword qi were avoided by her, they split into the air and hit the wall of the hut.

The whole thatched hut is rippling in an instant, and there is a possibility of capsizing at any time.

A sword was stabbed in the waist, and blood oozed out little by little, but she smiled as if she didn't feel pain.

It is necessary to make a quick decision, and there can be no longer delay, Gu Xue thought.

He lowered his hand to the side and picked up the sword flower diagonally, and while pointing directly at the door of the loose and unharmed face, he reflexively kicked the door of the wooden house away.

Outside the house, Wan Qixue trembled and got up from the ground, her bones were enlarged by the pill at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pain seemed to take root and grow in the bones, spreading continuously, and the pain made her mind more sober.

The two members of the Qianqiu Sect turned their backs to her, hesitating whether to step forward to help Song Wuxian, unaware of the danger that was approaching behind them.

"Ugh!"

"Hmm!"

There were two short, muffled grunts, and the two congregants fell to the ground.

Wan Qixue held a hairpin in one hand, the end of the golden hairpin was red and white, she vomited, as if she saw something terrible, and shook off the hairpin in her hand.

Boom ————!

The thatched hut not far away finally couldn't withstand Gu Xue and Song's tossing, and fell to the ground in a burst of dust.

Gu Xue stepped out of the air, and her back was already scarred.

But Song Wuxian didn't get any better, she was hit by two swords in her abdomen and shoulder, and a large patch of blood stained her, which looked very infiltrating.

Although Gu Xue was already at the end of the crossbow, he was hanging with such a breath, but he didn't fall, although his sword was gradually exhausted, but every move and style was exquisite and majestic.

As soon as the two came out, Wan Qixue, who was standing in the middle of the road with a frightened face, fell into the eyes of Song Wuxian. She reflexively touched the ground on her toes, and swept towards Wan Qixue with a dash.

"Ah Xue, run!" Gu Xue was hoarse, moving under her feet, walking like the wind.

Wan Qixue wanted to run, but she couldn't run, fear made her legs like lead, fear and pain were intertwined, she could only watch Song Wuxian fall in front of her, turning her hand and clasping her throat.

"Let her go!" Gu Xue stopped.

"Give me the Tiger Talisman. Loose fingers slammed into Wan Qixue's flesh.

I don't know where the courage came from, Wan Qixue finally lifted a foot, she kicked down fiercely, and at the same time bent her elbow and hit it back, and the whole person rolled directly on the spot.

"Oh? Song Wuxuan was a little surprised, when the elixir of clavicle surgery acted on others, the pain could make people unconscious for a while, and Wan Qixue could resist It was really unexpected for her.

Before she could lift her feet, Gu Xue had already stepped out in a lost step, and raised her sword and buckled in front of her.

"Bamboo gentleman, don't hold on to the end of the crossbow. Song Wuxian lowered his eyes and glanced at the long sword that was weakly locked in front of him, with a lotus step at his feet, his fingers hooked the hilt of the dagger, and his elbows were restrained.

"Die!!" suddenly came from the side of the hysterical roar.

Wan Qixue held the long knife she had picked up from the corpses of the sect members and stabbed it directly into Gu Xue's chest.

Song Wuxian wanted to retreat, but Gu Xue glanced at Wan Qixue appreciatively, and his backhand was bent into a claw and directly buckled Song Wuxuan from both sides.

Poof—————

The muffled sound of a knife piercing flesh.

Song Wuxuan was pierced through Gu Xue's body, and the long knife was in the chest.

She was in great pain, and the dagger flew from her fingertips and pierced Gu Xue's arm, but Gu Xue didn't even frown as if she was returning to the light, and she didn't let go.

Three knives.

Three knives.

Wan Qixue used all her strength and stabbed all three knives into Gu Xue's chest.

"Brother Gu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" She cried and knelt on the ground, convulsing and muttering.

Gu Xue wanted to speak, his throat rolled, but he first spit out a mouthful of dark red blood, he was a little sentimental, and he felt relieved, "Ah, Xue, I'm ...... Not afraid of death...... Sue, tell...... Ya ......"

An unformed word was not uttered in the end.

He just stood upright and closed his eyes.

Song Wuxian, who was restrained by him, was also stabbed three times, and her internal organs were seriously injured, she lowered her eyes and looked at Wan Qixue, who was gradually paralyzed to the ground in front of her, and her ears moved slightly.

Someone's coming!

Song Wuxian frowned, and wanted to raise his arm to shake Gu Xue, who had lost her breath, but found that his hands were locked like iron hooks, and she couldn't shake it at all when she was injured now.

No, Song Wuxuan could only take Gu Xue's body and retreat in the opposite direction to that person.

The person who came had steady steps and a long breath, and was a martial artist, and she couldn't risk staying.

As soon as she moved, the blood from the wound sped up.

Seeing that he couldn't go far, Song Wuxian hurriedly turned right and hid in the alley on one side. In severe cases, if a clavicle is used, the internal organs will be squeezed, which will make the injury worse. However, she had no choice, if she didn't get out of Gu Xue's shackles, then she would be in a worse situation than after using the clavicle technique.