Bian Huai extracted Feng Rou's soul, and when he was about to stop his hand, he saw Shi Xian, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, smashing his fist at his door again.

The momentum brought by the fist wind is even stronger than when he was not injured. The speed is also several times faster.

What's more, when the fist wrapped in flames reached not far from Bian Huai, his heart jumped violently.

This is a feeling I haven't felt in tens of thousands of years!

Even so, Bian Huai didn't care too much.

Today's time is too weak.

The moist jade hand easily blocked Shi Xian's fire fist, and there was a collision of the spiritual qi of the two people in the middle, setting off a strong gust of wind, and even tore a hole in the ancient demonic qi not far away.

Before Shi Xian could withdraw his fist, he felt a heavy blow to his abdomen.

The body slammed backwards for hundreds of meters. A mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth.

Bian Huai, on the other hand, was standing in the air with a faint smile on his face.

A disciple's uniform was blown by the stirred air waves, and his handsome and extraordinary face was in stark contrast to the abyss of the fallen demons with the black background.

Take out the right hand that punched and look at it.

But I saw a black mark on the hand with jade skin, like tissue paper being partially burned by sparks, which looked quite weird.

It also made Bian Huai's calm face appear strange for the first time, but he quickly regained his calm.

Then he looked up again, and saw Shi Xian, who should have been seriously injured, standing up unconscious again. The flames around him grew more and more scorching.

The smile on the corner of Bian Huai's mouth also became a little stronger, and he said softly, "Interesting."

It seems that at this time, the people of the family are more meaningful than the other. ”

Just when the flames in Shi Xian's hand gathered, turned into a flame sword, and wanted to rush towards Bian Huai's position with full momentum.

Bian Huai's figure suddenly disappeared.

Shi Xian, who was unconscious, suddenly paused.

At this moment, a gentle, low, slightly magnetic male voice sounded in his ears, "I'm here." There seemed to be a soft smile floating by.

The long sword in his hand subconsciously struck behind him, and when he suddenly felt that his height was wrong.

Immediately afterwards, his throat was stuck by a force, and he couldn't breathe. The aura of the whole body seemed to be suppressed by the momentum released by Bian Huai, and it was uncontrollable for a while.

Monks don't breathe only through their mouth and nose. But Shi Xian, who was stuck in her throat at the moment, felt that she was going to suffocate to death.

Even the Sun Emperor Fire in the dantian seemed to be suppressed by a powerful force.

From its birth to the present, Sun Emperor Fire has never encountered such a thing.

So it struggled even more frantically, and the flames on Shi Xian's body became more and more intense, as if it wanted to burn everything around it to ashes.

Seeing the dying and struggling Shi Xian, and then feeling the Nanyu Zhenjun who broke through the layers of ancient demonic qi and was about to arrive.

Bian Huai's five fingers increased the strength slightly, and he was about to be pinched off when he saw Shi Xian.

Suddenly, a white flame emerged from Shi Xian's body.

And like a sharp sword, it penetrated the barrier that the Sun Emperor Fire could not break through, and directly pierced Bian Huai's palm.

Bian Huai's mask, which had remained calm all along, finally changed suddenly.

There was a flash of disbelief in his eyes.

Looking at his hand that was burned by the Pure World Lotus Fire, the Pure World Lotus Fire was still expanding the area of his domain.

Bian Huai stretched out his left hand, lightly used it as a knife, and directly cut off the right hand that was stuck in Shi Xian's neck.

The right hand contaminated with the Pure World Lotus Fire fell into the deep and dark ancient demon abyss.

Shi Xian was also able to save his life because of this series of changes.

Nanyu Zhenjun's aura suddenly broke through the encirclement of layers of ancient demonic qi and appeared nearby.

Bian Huai frowned slightly.

glanced at Shi Xian, whose flames were gradually weakening. The killing intent in his eyes flashed, but time did not allow it.

A golden mosquito suddenly appeared in the air. Receiving Bian Huai's signal, the golden mosquito rushed to Shi Xian's brain without hesitation.

Passing through the center of his eyebrows, he hid his figure and moved into the position of his divine sense.

At the same time, Nanyu Zhenjun appeared in place.

Bian Huai disappeared long ago.

Feel the breath of strange monks left around you, and the time and leisure when you don't know whether you are alive or dead.

Nanyu Zhenjun arrived at Shi Xian's side in the blink of an eye and took her up.

The afterglow caught a glimpse of the wind that seemed to be in a deep sleep. There was no breath at all, and Nanyu Zhenjun took her away with him.

And in Wanfa Peak, Bian Huai stepped out of the spatial vortex with one foot elegantly, and the abnormal movement behind him disappeared in an instant.

The eyes swept over the black stone cone suspended in the palm of his left hand, and the emerald light like starlight shimmered slightly, and there was a wind and soft spirit with empty eyes floating in it.

But in a short period of time, all her memories were washed away, and she became a completely peaceful soul.

Seeing this scene, Bian Huai nodded with satisfaction.

Then he swept his gaze to his right hand, and saw a strange power lingering around that arm, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, a complete and slender arm grew, which was the same as the original.

Putting his hand down, his sleeves staggered, Bian Huai planned to visit Xitao Zhenjun first, and then deal with some Wanfa Peak affairs, as if nothing had happened.

He is still walking leisurely according to the trajectory of his old life.

It's just that when he raised his eyes and looked at the calm and peaceful, vigorous Wanfa Peak, Bian Huai's deep and bright eyes seemed to hide countless stories, and his face was still smiling gently.

It's also time for him to get promoted.

Returning to Wudan Peak with the unconscious Shi Xian and the lost soul of Feng Rou, Nanyu Zhenjun was urgently summoned to Shoulu Peak before he could sit down and drink saliva.

It's also a loss that Shi Xian's injury looks serious, but it's actually not a big deal.

After settling in Shi Xian, Nanyu Zhenjun hurriedly went to Shoulu Peak.

Seeing the young woman in the first seat, Nanyu Zhenjun bowed unhurriedly.

"The disciple visits the uncle. ”

"You left suddenly just now, and now you are tired from the dust, but what happened?"

If you let Shi Xian see this woman, he will definitely be surprised. Because this is the senior sister Mingyue she once saw in Huangpuchi Waterfall.

Nanyu Zhenjun, who has always been unruly, replied to Ming Yue with great regularity at this moment, "Uncle Hui, the disciple received an urgent request for help from the apprentice, so he was a little more hurried.

I wonder what's going on with Lou'er?"

Seeing that Nanyu Zhenjun didn't seem to want to discuss his apprentice's affairs, Ming Yue was not interested in continuing to ask, and instead returned to business.

"Beishuang, there are indeed traces of being drugged in your disciple's body. ”

"What?" was the first to react was Nanyu Zhenjun.

He had a surprised expression on his face, and the cold face of the Northern Frost True Monarch was too calm.

Knowing why Nanyu Zhenjun was surprised, Ming Yue didn't sell Guan Zi, and said directly, "The medicines in her body are all high-grade elixirs.

Individually, they are all excellent treasures for cultivating the spirit and nourishing the foundation and repairing the body. Nothing harmful. ”