A person's anxiety can easily infect those around him, but if one of them can handle it calmly, it can stop the spread of that anxiety and calm others.

Jiang Yichen dealt with the five black-robed monks but was not necessarily easier than Leng Mei, hearing the anxiety and uneasiness between Leng Mei's words, he understood that what she needed was calm, and what he needed to do was to be more calm than her.

"If it is a formation, there must be an eye for the formation, and it is necessary to find it and break it. People are not ghosts, there must be flaws, and if you find a flaw, you can kill them. ”

Jiang Yichen's thinking was clear, and under his influence, Leng Mei calmed down a little, and gave the answer, "The eyes of the formation are these monks, as long as they can kill six or seven, up to one-third, the formation will be broken." ”

"Where are the flaws in these monks?" Jiang Yichen asked.

Leng Mei heard the words and had an idea, and cast the door to shift and change positions many times, and played more than ten people in the enemy's formation.

Until there was only one black-robed monk left in front of her.

The other twelve black-robed monks were three feet away from her.

She had to find the flaws in the monk's bronze and gold body before they slaughtered him.

Ding-ding-ding, click-click!

Although the sun had sunk in the west and the moon was not high, the silver-white double-thorned Han Gong Gui in Leng Mei's hand was still shining in the dark night, and it was as excited as an elf between her fingers and wrists, but in a moment, she hit the body of the black-robed monk in front of her no less than dozens of times.

"Not in the forehead, not in the neck, not in the mouth, nose, eyes, ears, not in the chest, not in the ribs, not in the waist, not in the abdomen. ”

The flaws in the bronze and iron bodies of these black-robed monks, if they are not different, should be the same place, and the cold charm attack is like a storm, and it is even more eloquent, and the temptation is immediately said, let Jiang Yichen try.

Jiang Yichen dodged and parried while waiting for an opportunity to fight back, if the result he tried to find was the same as Leng Mei, it could show that the flaws in the eighteen monks were very likely to be the same, and if one of them could be broken, it would be able to break the eighteenth.

I only heard a muffled hum, although it was subtle, it could not escape the cold eyes.

And her thorns were covered with a touch of bright red.

"Armpit!" Leng Mei blurted out, opening her bow left and right at the same time, stabbing the monk's armpit with her twin thorns again.

Poof!

Finally, it was no longer the sound of copper and iron blades colliding.

The twin thorns entered the flesh in response, and the copper, iron and gold body was broken.

And this armpit seems to be the life gate of this monk, after a successful blow, the monk in front of him has no life.

As the thorns were pulled out, the black-robed monk fell straight back.

Without giving Leng Mei more observation or respite, the other twelve monks had already made a killing move.

The splitting sticks that fell from the sky, the sweeping sticks thrown from the left and right sides, and the pick-up sticks from the bottom to the top, twelve black shadows attacked from eight directions, completely blocking all her retreats, which was the killing opportunity that the monk who died before bought for them.

There are only two ways left for Leng Mei.

One way is to resist these twelve sticks, which were smashed to smithereens, and half of the body was lost.

The other way is to show the gap that can solve the urgent danger.

However, although the Shocking Gap can allow her to completely avoid this dead end, and even kill the three people opposite, she can't guarantee that after performing such domineering footwork one after another, she will once again deal with the excessive external force oppression when she is beyond the constraints of nature, whether her body can withstand it, whether she will lose her combat power for a while, and fall into crisis again.

Leave the rest of the rest to that kid?

The twelve black-robed people didn't allow Leng Mei to think about it for too long, in their eyes, Leng Mei had nowhere to hide, and he would definitely lose.

Leng Mei's situation Ji Qianlu also saw it in her eyes, and she really wanted to know if Leng Mei could still toss any tricks in such a desperate situation.

Twelve sticks came together, overwhelming.

Between the electric light and stone fire, only a touch of bright moonlight can be seen in the fluttering and flickering Buddha light.

Ji Qianlu's eyes narrowed, trying to see the details of the fight, but the moment the moonlight appeared, her eyes blinked unconsciously.

Then, all she could see were nine black shadows that could still stand on the ground, and a white shadow that seemed a little erratic two or three feet away.

The result is clear at a glance, Leng Mei is really extraordinary, not only escaped death but also punished the three of them, but also paid a certain price, what happened in the blink of an eye no longer seems to matter, the important thing is that once Leng Mei is injured, the two prey in the demon array should be obediently captured.

Leng Mei was indeed injured.

Internal injuries that injure the internal organs.

The move beyond the laws of nature is to go against the sky, but in half a day, using it twice is the limit, and the third time is to hurt the enemy by 1,000 and damage 800.

For the first time, the skura red on his body was coughed up by himself.

At this moment, she was no longer able to fight, her hands on her chest, one knee on the ground, while soothing her internal breath to help herself and recuperate her injuries, she moved her eyes to Jiang Yichen.

I saw that the young man had his hair scattered and rushed to his side like a meteor.

There were three more figures behind him.

There was blood on the corner of his mouth.

Five black-robed monks alone had overwhelmed him, even though he had already slashed two of them, and now he had twice as many opponents to face.

However, on that slightly immature face, there was no timidity, but the perseverance to bear everything without hesitation.

Jiang Yichen can already guess a little bit about the situation of the cold charm, and the peerless footwork such as "Shocking Gap" must have its taboos, and if it is too much, it will hurt himself.

"Miss Leng, I'm afraid you are going to be a pair of dead mandarin ducks together today. ”

In order to alleviate the tension, the young man took advantage of the inopportune flamboyance.

The words entered his ears, but Leng Mei's heart trembled slightly.

Ever since she was trained to be a killer, her life had been almost occupied by a cold corpse, she had always been able to shadow each other under the moon at night, and she often forgot that she was still a human being, not an emotionless killing tool.

At this time of endangerment, there are others who can accompany you, perhaps it is God's charity.

"Okay. These two words Leng Mei naturally did not speak, and only she could hear them.

With the people next to him to take care of, Jiang Yichen could only show what he had learned without reservation, and he couldn't take care of too much of the rest of the things, so he could only choose to fight with perseverance.

The cold palace of the cold charm is folded, one is used by Jiang Yichen to set up the Jingmen to improve his own combat power, and the other is used to set up the rest of the gate, generating a wind wall to protect the cold charm.

The remaining twelve black-robed monks seemed to deal with Leng Mei, and they came to Jiang Yichen again as if they were concocting a method.

Jiang Yichen released the extremely cold qi sealed in the acupoints around his body, and the frost and snow true qi was operated to the extreme, he would not be shocked, he could only use his own method to crack this game.

The Heavenly Sword was injured, and at the moment when the twelve black shadows were only a zhang away from him, the extremely cold aura of the sky and the earth froze combined with the sword qi blocking the acupoints like an ice lotus, breaking into the invulnerable copper and iron bodies.

The black-robed monk did not hurt his flesh and skin, but his body was all stagnant, although it was only a moment, but it was enough for Jiang Yichen's sword to pierce the armpits of two of them.

The moon hangs high in the autumn night, and the sword shadow under the moon is chaotic.

The night is cold and lonely, and death and life are together.

At the moment when the cold burst out, Leng Mei actually had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, this biting cold was so gentle and warm, and the water system exercises in the body seemed to resonate, and they operated on their own to replenish the sea of qi, and then touched the wood system exercises Changchun Jue, and also accelerated the recovery of the injuries in his body.

This scene seems to be familiar, it seems that on a rainy night, the two internal skills that I have practiced have broken through the extreme realm and reached the peak.

Boom!

The sound of the sword and the stick interrupted Leng Mei's thoughts.

There were still ten black-robed monks in front of him, but the sword in Jiang Yichen's hand was no longer firm, and it looked trembling.

He didn't know how many sticks he had eaten, and even if he had the internal strength to protect his body from hurting his muscles and bones, he was bruised everywhere, and the pain made him numb and tremble.

Although the Demon Suppression Array was broken, he and Leng Mei seemed to have no power to get out of it.

"Kill the little sister, and keep the little brother. Ji Qianlan, who had been watching the battle for a long time, instructed the black-robed monk, and there seemed to be a hint of vinegar in her words, she didn't care about the casualties of the eight people, just like the remaining ten black-robed monks, she didn't make any waves.

"The young lady died, and I went with her. Jiang Yichen didn't let Ji Qianlu get his way.

"Little brother, don't toast, don't eat, eat and drink. Ji Qianlu smiled, but it was ruthless.

"The night moon mosquitoes and flies are noisy, frightening me and annoying me. Toast and punish good wine, pour yourself and drink yourself. The lazy voice of words tore through the night of Xiaofeng Mountain.

The voice is vigorous and vigorous, so I heard that this person's martial arts cultivation is afraid that the people present can only match it if they work together.

Who's coming?

Friend or foe?

"Which brother is hiding in the dark? If you come out and enjoy a song with the slave family, the slave family will immediately apologize with wine. Ji Qianlu didn't hear the source of the voice, and looked around but found nothing.

"Outside the mountain, the green mountain building is outside the building, and the wine has its own wine in the fairy. The floating life is not for fame, power and money, and the world laughs at me without hatred. ”

The lazy sound started again, Jiang Yichen sounded a little familiar, and Ji Qianlu seemed to understand the poem, and said in surprise: "Drinking like life, there is no enmity under the sword, and the sword immortal Li Jiechen?"