Xia Yan's turbulent wind finally cooled down a little. "No silence" gradually suppresses the "tide" until - silence.

Ling Li saw that he seemed to be calming down, and he relaxed a little and approached to see his injuries again, but this time his hand had not touched his wrist, and a force of resistance pushed him out coldly, and his fingers were bounced away by the strength of the qi for several inches.

"Jun Li ......" Ling Li was a little hesitant, "You...... Or do you doubt me?"

Xia Yan didn't speak. Shicai almost went mad, that unconscious outburst consumed too much of his strength, and at this moment his sanity returned, he only felt weak and unable to help himself, and it seemed to be getting farther and farther away from the reality that he wanted to go back.

Ling Li was silent for a moment, and then suddenly sneered: "That's right, that person is me—you really hate me for being like this, so you woke up and settled accounts with me." ”

Xia Yan still didn't say anything. If it weren't for that protective qi, he would be like a dead man at the moment.

Shan Jiquan stared at his sharp expression from afar, wanting to move his lips and say something, but he didn't say anything after all. The injury made his face even paler, but with the help of his left and right, he finally stood up, leaned his weight on Shan Heng's shoulder, and then turned his gaze away to Tuoba Gu's side.

Xia Yan clearly read the gray and bleak aura around Shan Jiquan's body in such silence, just as he clearly read the moonlight on Ling Li's body, and suddenly it was still the same as before. But at this time, he couldn't tell the difference between good and evil in this brilliance. He couldn't tell whether he admitted it, or whether he just wanted to wake him up.

He clenched his palms—at least he felt like he did. Of course he'll wake up, and of course he'll ask him about it. But before that, here and now, the most important thing is not him.

In front of the two breaths that were as dark as an abyss and as green as a netherworld, all the others were only shallow.

- Until Suzaku and Tuoba are decided, all the others don't have to be talked about.

He knew that Suzaku had been wounded, and that the breath of darkness had a faint crack, and some liquid was oozing slightly. His heart ached.

But it is very strange that the Breath of the Green Soul on the other side did not pounce at this moment, but scattered into six strands - it was not the fierce momentum in the Sun Search, which made Xia Yan feel strange.

He immediately noticed that the six breaths were not the same, and even more colors were conjured in the cyan. At first, he was happy in his heart, and he expected that Tuoba Gu probably had a discontinuation for some reason, and he couldn't gather his strength, but then he felt that it was wrong - no matter how the six breaths grew and decreased, and how the six colors changed, from such a distance away from him, he could still see that his gathering would become the color of the green sun, and the source would be one.

His palms were cold—it was clear that Tuoba was not restless, and the breath was all within his grasp—he did it on purpose.

He did remember that there was a saying of "Qinglong Six Qi" in the Qinglong Mental Law Source that Ling Li wrote to himself "Burning After Reading", but it was only a general introduction, and he did not mention any similarities and differences in the concrete appearance of the Six Qi. Tuoba Gu always sees the majestic momentum when he moves on weekdays, but the naked eye can't see the color of his breath, in fact, he can't distinguish how he applies the six qi, whether it is one or divided. He disdains to use ingenuity - immersed in the heart method for decades, where is he still deliberately tricky, where is he still deliberately divided, which time to meet the enemy is not easy to come by? Xia Yan believes that he will never be like this moment - the six breaths of qi are exhausted, and he is deliberately controlling the growth and decline - this is of course "deliberate" - it is "deliberate" that he does not usually have.

deliberately abandoned the "Yang to Rigidity" of the Qinglong Mental Law itself, of course, there is a plan.

"Master......" He tried to push his inner breath, remembering the seventh trick "Liuyun", trying to figure out the enemy's "six qi" for him and draw his attention - but only a few traces of unsteady breath escaped from him, and he didn't even have time to completely bypass the sharp force, and was blown away by the wind.

Ling Li probably noticed his movement, and reached out as if to grasp the breath. But I didn't catch anything. Nothing but a few bits of snow.

This body, like this land, is getting colder and colder. With infinite worry, he took Suzaku's purple robe that had been lifted and put it on Xia Yan's shoulders again.

Of course, Suzaku would not be so sluggish that he could not detect Tuoba Gu's intentions. On the contrary, he is actually very aware of the shortcomings of "parting" - so he is also very aware that Tuoba Gu wants to bypass "parting" - he is really murderous, not as simple as he used to be.

This is also very good, because what he is moving now is also murderous.

Qinglong Six Qi - After so many years of fighting, he can at least be regarded as "knowing". Fang Tuoba Gu used his palm knife to gather the wind and attack himself, and this shot used the "Po" qi in the six qi. "Po" gas takes the posture of "dragon drink", the momentum is fast and accurate and the strength is long, and the wound touch left behind is still the consistent burning of the heart, fortunately, the cold and snow are freezing, but it suppresses the pain of two points of fire poison in the wound.

He immediately dispersed the qi method - the deep black qi was also divided into several channels, and with the posture of "flowing clouds" and the power of "surge", he accurately sought the source of the "six qi". Compared to the growth and decline of the "six qi", the transformation of the "flowing clouds" will only be faster - since Tuoba Gu dares to divide his true power into six, he will try to see who can give some color to whom—who can take whose life.

Xia Yan felt the change in the "flowing clouds", and Suzaku must have also sensed Tuoba Gu's abnormality, and breathed a sigh of relief. As far as he could see, Suzaku's breath at the moment was slightly deeper because of the dispersion, like a black blur in different directions, intertwined with Tuoba Gu's six breaths, and so a painting of ink and wash that disappeared from the other. The most prosperous thing about the "six qi" at the moment is a touch of blue - the "blue" qi takes the state of "dragon leap", jumping back and forth in the background of wind and snow, obviously not wanting to let the "flowing clouds" bind the way.

The palm winds intersect in the seeming separation, and the confrontation gradually becomes more and more depressing. Masters compete with the world, but the so-called "good-looking" is probably just a cloud of people, just because of such a close to witness such a decisive battle, those who are a little less accomplished don't say that they can't understand the duel, but they are afraid that they can't even understand the moves, but the body and mind are under great negative pressure, it is difficult to breathe, and the torture is far greater than the pleasure.

Even today, probably no one present can really see how fast the battle between the "Six Qi" and the "Flowing Clouds" is in this seemingly depressing, slow, and heavy aura battle. The ever-changing situation in the field, the changes and strains of the two people, how can they catch up with their eyes? Probably only Xia Yan, who doesn't need to use his eyes, can clearly see how the two of them can find and make up for the flaws in the air. A thin layer of wet sweat oozed from his forehead - in the face of Tuoba Gu, he wanted to "Tian Ji Horse Racing" to make a symptomatic shot, but it was only on paper - compared to Huo Xin, who was lucky enough to win by his own means that day, Tuoba Gu was really not able to deal with it by himself - such a fight was not easy to cover with the word "skillful".

He didn't know that as early as in the woods outside the valley, Tuoba Gu had seen that Suzaku's internal breath was lacking, so he dared to use this seemingly "scattered" duel method with confidence—this would certainly be more mind-consuming than deciding the outcome with one palm alone, but he was sure that Suzaku wouldn't last long. Every time the "Six Qi" succeeds, it will not be fatal immediately, but Suzaku's determination to avenge Xia Yan must be crumbled under such a cut;

It wasn't until half a moment later, Xia Yan was in the midst of all the colors and clarity, that he finally realized Tuoba Gutu's map. He only knew a thing or two about "parting" but never really learned it, otherwise he would have thought of Tuoba Gu's purpose earlier. In just a cup of tea, the "six qi" was fully revealed, and the "flowing clouds" had already transformed into "empathy", but the dark aura of the Vermilion Bird really became shallow, turning from black to crow-colored, and was intertwined with the gray and black of the "Xuan" qi that Tuoba was very noisy at this time, and it was like splashing ink on the paper for a while, covering Xia Yan's entire consciousness in a dim.

Xia Yan unconsciously vomited a mouthful of turbid blood. At this time, the two of them were already fighting each other, and even Ling Li was watching with all his heart, but he didn't notice that his whole body was trembling slightly. "Xuan" qi takes the appearance of "dragon hunting", the meaning of sharp attack is very strong, the thick ink is strong and covers the crow gray and light, the breath of the Vermilion Bird is once again swept open by the Xuan Qi, and a breath of fire hits his viscera, and the burning intention surges fiercely.

Tuoba Gu didn't completely please him. Almost at the same time, a chill eroded into his chest. He snorted, "Xuan" retreated and "Cang" breathed out - "Cang" breathed in the state of "dragon chanting", and the wind melted away with a groan, and the wind and snow melted, and the wind and snow chill used by Suzaku "empathy" were all swept away, Xia Yan's consciousness suddenly became clear, like the thick ink of the picture disappeared, and the depression in his chest was also reduced a little.

But—he didn't want that. The crow ash was gone, and the color of the Vermilion Bird became lighter and lighter, almost—like the color of water, and on the top of the scroll, it was faintly dyed, as if it were nothing.

"No, I can't. Xia Yan muttered urgently and weakly, "No......"

Ling Li heard it this time, and turned his head suddenly, "What did you say?" He moved closer, a little happy.

He noticed that Xia Yan's eyes were still closed, but his hands were hanging by his side at some point, clenched into fists. A few strands of falling snow had formed a small whirlpool around his hands, and he stretched out his hand closer, but there was a sharp pain in his palm—the snow particles were so hard that they cut a thin cut in his palm.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Xia Yan's entire body was swirling with snow. The robe that had been put back on was lifted from his shoulders again, and he raised his hand sharply to shake away the snowy eyes. This time—not as fierce and blind as the tide of Shicai, not the breath erupting from Xia Yan's body—it was the snow and dust, the leaves and everything around him—they flew so fiercely and so quietly, as if they wanted to express something for him, but they couldn't reach the other side after all.

"What's going on?" Gu Rufei, who was not far away, was very alarmed, and couldn't help but ask Ling Li, "He...... Is he dead or not?"