Su Yousheng hugged Wang Yuanbao horizontally, and the sword light tore Yuntao, in fact, the place where Wang Yuanbao and Pujia and Jiuhe Jun Jiang Tu encountered was not far from Baitou Mountain, and it was only a matter of a few steps, but Su Yousheng went to Baitou Mountain with a sword, which was really a superfluous move, and the wounds on Wang Yuanbao's waist and chest were still bleeding, if he walked on Baitou Mountain like this, I was afraid that before he was halfway, Wang Yuanbao would die, and the goose yellow skirt in front of Su Yousheng was dyed red with blood, but she didn't care at all.

Back then, by the Wuding River, the blood stained on Su Yousheng's body was really small compared to the small piece in front of him.

There was a cloud of black gas between Wang Yuanbao's eyebrows, but it made Su Yousheng frown, although the technique of the left side of the door, although it could not enter the eyes of the characters on the top of the mountain, but when it was solved, it was like swallowing a fly, Su Yousheng flicked his fingers, and a sword qi shot out from his fingertips, heading towards Wang Yuanbao's eyebrows, without imaginary blood splashing, the black gas that was originally in Wang Yuanbao's eyebrows disappeared when it met the sword qi snow and rain.

Although Wang Yuanbao fell into a coma, but the Wuyun purple tire in the Qifu dantian has never stopped running, and the meager Wuyun is under the mobilization of the Wuyun purple tire, slowly flowing between the damaged meridians and acupoints, constantly repairing the damaged meridians and acupoints, this is the benefit of the Wuyun purple fetus, no matter how serious the injury is, but as long as there is a breath left, there is no possibility of death.

The big red peace knot showed a corner from between Wang Yuanbao's clothes, and the blood gourd-like Wang Yuanbao's clothes had long been dyed red with blood, but this peace knot was still as new, but what Su Yousheng saw was not a big red peace knot, between those red lines, there were dozens of black "snakes" circling, but like the stars holding the moon, around a stout "snake", the big "snake" gathered by black gas actually had a single horn.

Su Yousheng stretched out his hand to take the peace knot hanging on Wang Yuanbao's neck, and the corners of his mouth rose, this spell caster really put in a lot of effort, and even the one-horned snake fairy soul was willing to do it, the picture was not small, the one-horned snake fairy soul hovering on the peace knot seemed to feel the threat, and couldn't stop trembling.

With a slap of his hand, the sword qi wrapped around his fingers and softly imprisoned the one-horned snake fairy soul hovering on the peace knot.

The side door is left and the door is not visible, but you can make a collection.

The other wounds on Wang Yuanbao's body at the moment are no longer bleeding blood, but the wound on the chest is extremely deep, but it is constantly oozing blood, but there is no need to worry about his life, and in his sleep, Wang Yuanbao keeps arching to Su Yousheng's chest, where the gentleness is frightening.

Su Yousheng frowned, and two scarlets appeared on his frosty and white face, but Wang Yuanbao stopped when he was about to come into contact with that amazing tenderness, as if he had dreamed of something, and muttered: "Mother...... ...... pro"

The gentleness in his eyes is more watery than the gentleness in his chest.

On the Baitou Mountain, there are still clouds and mist, at this time from the mountain down the mountain, most of them are said to be fatal, those young people who do not believe in evil, are also up the mountain at this time, it seems to be sunny, and many shadows can be seen clearly in the clouds and mist, but once you reach the depths of the clouds, you can no longer find the original path and direction, although there are some exaggerations of the interpretation, but what you say is not false.

The sword light that Su Yousheng was controlling did not stop because of the cloud, but became faster and faster, and the cloud, which seemed to be substance, actually gave way under the deterrence of the sword light.

At the end of the road, there is a green bamboo building, at the end of the clouds, no one would have thought that there would be such a situation.

The sword light arrived at the Qingzhu Building in an instant, Su Yousheng put Wang Yuanbao from his arms, carried Wang Yuanbao's collar, walked to the front of the Qingzhu Building, and kicked open the tightly closed door with a graceless kick.

"Do you plan to pay for this? or do you owe it?"

The green bamboo building is extremely empty, similar to the structure of the study, but there is not a single book, only the only bookshelf above the pavilion is a few brand-new thread-bound books, and the ink on the dark blue cover does not seem to have dried up.

Stepping from the top of the pavilion, an old man still held an old book of unknown age in his hand, and a pen full of thick ink was still sandwiched above his ear.

Su Yousheng didn't say much, threw Wang Yuanbao on the ground and said: "Naturally, you and I are going to cultivate by yourself, you and I are betting on one person, and if you die, you and I will not benefit from anything." ”

The entanglement of interests, only in one sentence, Su Yousheng is reluctant to say more, they are all smart people, they are all clear, and it is too ugly to eat each other.

One of the most significant features of the old man is that his eyebrows are different from ordinary people's black or the gray-white of the old man, but golden, and when he heard this, he took off the brush on the pinna of his ears and crossed it out on the old book and said: "The qi training method you won from me was given to this kid? Even if it is a martial arts purple fetus, this martial arts of the world's eight buckets has already been divided into those ninety realms, and the remaining two buckets, the apprentices taught by the tigress of Yingzhou Shanhaiguan are about to succeed, you are pit me!"

Su Yousheng said coldly: "You want to lose?"

The game of the dragon field has long been laid out after the battle of Dongtian, among which the earliest bets are Su Yousheng and the old man with golden eyebrows, the gambling game is like this, either lose a mess, or make a lot of money, but if you want to exit at halftime, you have to bear not only the consequences of bankruptcy, but also the retribution of luck and karma.

The old man with golden eyebrows will not be unaware of the consequences, "The battle between fire and water, the rise and fall has long been decided, whether you lose or win, or it is not something that Fang Liang can control, I am betting on the martial luck of Senluo after a hundred years, and you are betting on luck, this kid, do you really want to bet to the end?"

Su Yousheng said: "Yes." ”

The old man with golden eyebrows put the brush on the pinna again, and threw down the old book in his hand, between the pages, there was no handwriting, only the ink that the old man with golden eyebrows had just drawn out.

Stretching out his hand to hold Wang Yuanbao's hand, the old man with golden eyebrows pulled up Wang Yuanbao who was asleep, and the majestic martial arts poured into Wang Yuanbao's meridians and tricks, like a mighty warrior, driving straight in, like a broken bamboo, all the way to the city, the original tightly closed hole, under this majestic martial arts, collapsed and could not be prevented, and the aura entrenched in the hole at the chest of Wang Yuanbao seemed to be afraid of this martial arts, and the turtle shrank in the hole, not daring to show his head at all.

And the martial arts purple tire in the dantian of Wang Yuanbao's Qi Mansion did not reject this majestic martial arts, but was like a fish in water, following the majestic martial arts all the way, and the Sanjiao Entrance, which was originally just a realm, smashed the Yellow Dragon under this tide-like mighty martial arts, and there was no obstruction all the way, and it was easy to drive straight in.

At this moment, Wang Yuanbao's eleventh realm martial luck that suppressed the dragon and yin god in the heart lake seemed to have annoyed the mighty martial luck of the old man with golden eyebrows, and he actually followed Wang Yuanbao's unguarded meridians and tricks towards the mighty martial luck of the old man with golden eyebrows.

The mighty martial arts of the old man with golden eyebrows are like a fierce warrior, but the eleventh realm martial arts in Wang Yuanbao's mind is like an iron-clad floating slaughter, and between his gestures, the momentum is suddenly born!

"I see, I see, the only remaining two fighting martial arts in the world, my disciple Zhao Wei, can also compete with one or two!!"

Su Yousheng also felt everything that happened in Wang Yuanbao's body, which was beyond her expectations.

Everyone knows the variables, but in the end, the variables can't be seen through no matter what, so the people who dare to bet on the variables are actually gambling with the sky, whether they can win the sky and half of the day, they are all tied to the variables, and more, but they lose the whole day, but Wang Yuanbao gave Su Yousheng and the old man Zhao Wei a surprise.

A dragon roared in the green bamboo building.

Having lost the suppression of the Martial Fortune of the Eleventh Realm, the Yin God of the Dragon, who had already cultivated the Four Realms in the Hidden Weapon and the Xuanhuang Dragon Qi into his own, raised his head from the Heart Lake.

The dragon raised its head.

This is the real dragon raising its head, opening the spring variety, not the stinging spring thunder, nor the spring equinox rain, but the dragon raising its head on the second day of February.

The sting and the spring equinox have become a thing of the past, but the dragon yin god in Wang Yuanbao's heart lake has just raised its head!

The mist entrenched above the heart lake dissipated, giving the dragon yin god to breathe in his mouth and nose again, and the originally dull heart lake was suddenly refreshed, and the wisps of drizzle fell on the heart lake, submerging into the soil on the shore of the boring heart lake.

Spring is coming, and it's not too late.

The Nightmare Death Monument hidden between the ruins of the Second Bridge of the Same Life as the Heart Lake gave this wisps of drizzle baptism, and the black mist in the word Death continued to spread towards the heart lake that had been emptied of smoke.

It's just that before he reached the heart lake, the dragon yin god who had already raised his head just exhaled lightly, and the killing autumn wind suddenly jumped up in the heart lake, and the black mist just touched the killing autumn wind, like clouds and rain, and dispersed in the autumn wind.

The black mist dissipated, but the killing autumn wind had no intention of stopping, and continued to roar away with the intention of killing the hidden nightmare begging death monument between the ruins and broken walls!

In the face of might, all resistance is useless, and the Nightmare Death Monument constantly resists the erosion of the autumn wind with black mist, but it is defeated one after another.

With a bang, the Nightmare Death Monument suddenly collapsed.

............

In the Folding Willow Alley, Cai Xuanru, the female crown immortal master of Zhengyang Mountain who deduced the heavenly machine in Zhang Sui's house, was hit hard, and the blood of the seven eyebrows gurgled down.

The Nightmare Death Monument was broken.

Cai Xuan's fingertips continued one after another, and the mental ripples of the nightmare to seek death monument decisively abandoned, and survived with a broken arm, the right way is the right way, for a puppet that has no impact on the general trend and suffered a heavy blow, it is not worth it, since you want to achieve a big thing, you must be willing to give up.

There is giving, there is gain.

............

Yao Jing looked at the graceful and luxurious woman in front of him, and couldn't help but be a little moved, he thought that the woman who could drive the top spy agency in Southern Chu Jiufang Pavilion would be the most unfortunate old woman who had been immersed in the way of power and scheming for decades, but it was Pei Wei, the woman in front of him, who was a little too young.

The five hundred heavy armor army has long been hidden in the shadows, and the strength of Yao Jing's martial arts in the Eight Realms is all Yao Jing's dependence, he will never believe that this woman who can move between the suppression of the two behemoths of the Longquan Dynasty and the Beiyang Dynasty and run her own spy will have no backhand, so alone to "catch and fight" with himself.

Yao Jing said: "Mrs. Pei, Nanchu is weak, the court and the frontier are eroded from the roots, you are such an amazing and brilliant character, why do you have to tie yourself to a chariot that is about to sink, this is not worth it, you are so talented, wherever you put it, you are a character who can turn the clouds and rain, this general trend must be much clearer than me, a rough man and a martial artist, who knows the times is Junjie, if you are willing, the door of my Longquan Dynasty Zhenguo Mansion will always be open for you." ”

Pei Wei said unshockedly: "It is said that General Yao is good at words and good at things, but now I see that the original rumors are not credible, General Yao's eloquence, but more powerful than the strategist who is good at lobbying, even moved me a lot of women with the posture of a willow, it seems that General Yao was born in Mr. Storyteller's family, but what he said is true." ”

Yao Jing's brows were bruised, he was indeed born in the lowest-ranking Youling family in the Longquan Dynasty, but he got the opportunity to enter the military family martial arts temple and achieved the realm of martial arts in the Eight Realms, and he also used military merit and blood on the battlefield to win a new background, what he was most taboo about was that others mentioned his Youling family's background, and now Pei Wei said it so lightly, but his tone was extremely ridiculous, how could this make Yao Jing not angry?

However, Yao Jing suppressed his anger and said: "Pei Wei, don't you just come to talk fast, I'll give you two ways, surrender or die, it's all up to you to decide." ”

Pei Wei smiled contemptuously.

"I'll choose the third, you die. ”

As soon as the words fell, the fist enveloped Yao Jing, who stood like a mountain.