"Jun Li!" Ling Li couldn't help but exclaim. He rushed into the formation, the black sword already in his hand, and he held off Tuoba Gu, who was waiting to pursue again. "Tuoba, you promised me......"

Hehe, a few sneers came from the side—Ling Li couldn't help but turn his head in surprise and look at Shan Jiquan, who made a sound.

Shan Jiquan sat on the snow, the corners of his mouth and his clothes were a little bloodshot, Xia Yanshi's sudden movement made Suzaku out of his palm a little off, but the power of the "Mirror Jue" obviously still made him hurt a lot. Even so, there was a trace of coldness and ridicule on his face, which was rarely seen on weekdays. "Lingli, at this point, you might as well say a few words. ”

It's good that he didn't speak, but as soon as he said this, his fierce murderous intent suddenly surged, "Jiquan, I have been friends with you for many years, but I will always settle with you later in today's matter." ”

"Exactly. Not to be outdone, Shan Jiquan said, "I also have something to settle with you." ”

Suzaku ignored the conversation behind him. He picked up Xia Yan, step by step, walked to the wall of the single house, put his body down, and sat down.

"Jun Li," he seemed to be unaware of the things around him, as if he didn't know that he was the one who was besieged, "You sit here for a while, and watch Master, how to avenge you." ”

In the gap between Ling Li's conversation with Shan Jiquan, every word of his voice seemed so clear. He spoke so quietly, his voice was the same as his eyebrows, without the slightest fluctuation, but everyone shuddered from their hearts, because everyone vaguely knew that this composure and coldness were not that he was holding back his anger—but—this was his most angry appearance.

Xia Yan hurriedly moved his pale lips, trying to stop him. He wanted to say that he would avenge me later. Even if he was dazed, he vaguely understood that Suzaku had no chance of winning if he wanted to "take revenge" now, and ending up together was definitely not the result he wanted to see.

But his breath was like a gossamer, and he couldn't make a sound. He could only grab a little corner of Suzaku's clothes before he got up, as if this little strength could stop him.

Suzaku wanted to pull his hand away, but saw that the knuckles of his fingers were pale, and it was obvious that that the little strength was all he had. There was finally a little warmth in his eyes that he couldn't hide, and he couldn't bear to pull his fingers. He could only take off the robe and cover his shoulders.

The robe may not be able to shield him from the biggest snowstorm. But at least—he needed that warmth more than he did.

Xia Yan grabbed the robe. Consciousness was finally completely lost, and he was plunged into darkness, but it seemed that he had not lost it, and he could still hear the sounds around him. He seemed to leave his body in this confusion at the junction of life and death, and floated so high and so far into the air little by little. This self seemed to be more sensitive than ever, he could sense the subtle movements and expressions of everyone, and the traces of every snowflake......

He suddenly realized—this is—"chasing the snow"? The state of mind of Suzaku, who had been seriously injured and dying in the snow, was finally fully felt at this time. The cold ice and snow enveloped his body, he knew everything but couldn't wake up, he could only let his divine consciousness wander like this to perceive the world—he finally felt so clearly that that—that thought that he didn't want to die no matter what, was the original intention of the existence of the "Mirror Jue", and it was the reason why Suzaku said that he was in a state of mind with him and was called master and apprentice.

His heart was as clear as a real mirror in an instant, but it was a pity that he was already trapped in this place where he couldn't wake up. He clearly knew that Suzaku had walked in front of Ling Li and Tuoba Gu, and he saw that his hair was blown behind him by the wind, and his blackened face was exposed, as hideous as a green ghost in the underworld, and there was a layer of darkness around him that had never been seen before, so that no snow could invade his three inches.

He also clearly heard that between Ling Li and Tuoba Gu, between Ling Li and Shan Ji Quan, and even between Tuoba Gu and Shan Ji Quan, there was also a messy mutual blame. He wasn't sure if they were really talking about each other's displeasure, or—it was just that some kind of insight beyond ordinary people in the "chasing snow" at this time had heard a voice that he shouldn't have heard. But no matter how much they blame each other, one thing will not change - they are all Suzaku's enemies, and they will not let him go.

His divine consciousness passed through everyone's body, but he couldn't touch anything. He hurriedly recalled the second technique, "contemplation." It was only after he was saved by others that Suzaku realized this trick, and he had learned to "contemplate the mind", so he should be able to use it to drive his divine consciousness back into his body, and then—or to suppress the uncontrolled loss of this soul—to wake up?

When the mind moved, the divine consciousness really followed back to the belonging. He shuddered, and to outsiders it seemed like a near-death reflex. But still—I can't open my eyes, I can't control myself. The cold is still eroding, the senses are still weakening, such a body can't support this unwilling will to die.

Tuoba Gu. Zhuo Yan. Aggressive. He heard Suzaku read everyone's name over again, maybe out loud, maybe in his heart, so calm, as if he wanted to declare his determination not to let go of any of them. Gu Rufei was not remembered by him, probably Suzaku had not taken him in his eyes - Gu Rufei didn't know whether to feel lucky or ashamed for this, Xia Yan could hear the cold squeak of his hand holding the sword, and his heart was flinching but ready to move.

He eagerly continued to recall Spiegel's next trick. "Ruoxu" is Suzaku's reluctance to accept the doctor's death sentence for him with only two years left to live, and in order to combat his injuries, he feels that he may be able to fight against his current physical situation. He followed his thoughts, and his breath seemed to wander up, giving his otherwise frozen body a sense of life, but it still seemed to be nothing more than a "feeling", or even an "illusion".

He sensed that there was also a breath around Tuoba Gu's body - he had dealt with Tuoba Gu twice, he didn't see the color of his breath when he was awake, and of course he couldn't see its direction clearly, but now, in a coma, he could see it. The snow also couldn't invade Tuoba's solitary surroundings - the moment they touched the cyan aura, they had melted away with a "whoosh".

He could vaguely count the layers of this green qi, but before he could count them, Suzaku made a move, and he saw that the dark color and the green color were like two flames, hot and cold, intertwined in this snowy background.

Shan Jiquan and Ling Li didn't intervene, one was seriously injured and couldn't intervene, and the other probably didn't know how to intervene.

Ling Li must also know that at this time, if he really lets go of Suzaku, he will definitely bring enough people back to kill Qinglong Valley, thinking that Xia Yan will take revenge. After all, he had been friends with Tuoba Gu for so many years, no matter how wrong he felt Tuoba Gu had done today, it would be impossible for him to force him to put the safety of the entire Blue Dragon Sect in vain, not to mention that he and Suzaku were still long-cherished enemies in the end.

So he withdrew from this fight, probably the most merciful choice he could make, right? Xia Yan had no way to blame him, only the desire to wake up was urgent. Except for himself, he didn't think that there was a second person who was Suzaku's ally - Zhang Ting didn't know where he went, since Suzaku could find it here, he must have seen him, but even if he could bring those three hundred people in, compared to the nearly 1,000 sect members of Qinglong Valley, how could he dare to win. Not to mention, as far as Zhang Ting is concerned, Mingzhe is wise to stay outside the valley and pretend to know nothing and wait for Cheng Ping, if Suzaku and himself are lost here, his future in that forbidden city will only be beneficial and almost harmless.

The breath flowed restlessly, illusion and perception flowed intertwined, and he struggled to discern the reality of each vein—after "if it is false", he recalled the fourth trick, "if it is real". Only when the body and mind are no longer separated from each other as they are at this moment, and the divine consciousness is no longer a fragile and withered body, can he really wake up and prevent the arrival of "parting", right?

Ling Li was obviously still extremely worried about his injury, and he didn't even care about the victory or defeat of Tuoba Gu and Suzaku, so he quickly approached to see him while there was no one to hinder him. Shan and the people under Gu's jurisdiction were not easy to stop him at this time, Xia Yan felt his hand touch his vein, he checked his breathing, and then checked his injuries. He seemed to have discovered the bottle of wound medicine that he had just hidden in his arms, opened it and tried it, and then added to his ruptured wound.

"Jun Li?" he heard him call out to him. But he couldn't answer. He couldn't move. A trace of anxiety made his virtual and real breath a little disordered, and even the pain caused by the palm that hit the back of Tuoba Gu, who was suitable for talent, moved.

Ling Li probably could detect his confusion. Originally, he didn't dare to rashly use the Qinglong Mental Method to heal Xia Yan's injuries, but he also found a bit of scorching breath in Xia Yan's body that coexisted with the Mirror Technique, and he didn't care much at this time, so he assisted him with internal strength to regulate his breathing. When this was in turmoil, Xia Yan knew that he must always pay attention to other situations, and he would not be able to devote himself wholeheartedly to himself. He desperately wanted to say thank you to him - he didn't know if he would die and wake up and say thank you to him?

True power merged into his virtual and real breaths, and his perception was a little more real, but to Ling Li, the feeling was like a stone sinking into the sea. He really didn't know too much about Mingjing's tricks, and after a little bit of control of the injury in Tuoba Gu's palm, he had to stop. He then tore off his sleeve and prepared to bandage Xia Yan with some more trauma.

A slight mockery came from the direction of Shan Jiquan. "Lingli, I've never seen anyone more fake than you. ”

The sharp hand paused, then continued, without replying. In his opinion, it seems that this sentence should be returned in the original sentence?

"Isn't it because of you that this situation is today?" Shan Jiquan continued, "You have done all these things for so long, and you knew that this day was going to happen, and this time is not a discovery of conscience?"

As he spoke, he turned to the Suzaku in the formation over there, "Divine Monarch, let me tell you something. ”

Xia Yan, who was in a coma, was a little anxious. Shan Jiquan has always liked to talk nonsense at such a time to distract people's hearts, if Suzaku has a point of seriousness, I am afraid that he will give his opponent a chance.

"Do you know why the Blue Dragon Sect suddenly became friendly with the crown prince, and who is the person who has been lobbying between the prince and the sect leader?" Shan Jiquan said indeed, "That person—but far away in the sky, close in front of him, and now right next to your good apprentice, I don't know—is it to save him or harm him?"