The spiritual power exploded, forming a terrifying whirlpool, frantically devouring everything around it. The mud and rocks were crushed to pieces, kicking up a cloud of dust and obscuring the sky and the moon.

Even Han Rou in the distance was affected.

The earth could not withstand the pressure, it broke roughly, and then it was rolled upside down and rushed to her like a tidal wave.

Click~

The formation that protected her didn't last for two breaths, and it was shattered with a crisp sound.

It's just that in the Jindan period, in the face of such a terrifying force, she couldn't resist at all, she was drowned in the mud, and then fell headlong into the river ten feet behind her.

And Mo Yushu and Bai Wufang, as the initiators, were in the center of the storm, and they were even more unbearable than her.

The two of them were stunned at the first moment, and like arrows, they bounced towards each end.

There was a clatter from near and far, and the woods fell in patches like wheat was being harvested......

A moment later

Hundreds of miles away in the Blood Sword Hall, everyone felt that the ground was shaking slightly.

And Mu Wanfeng in the canyon didn't notice it, and still fought back and forth with Wen San and the others.

Until the dark night gradually turned gray, and then turned from gray to white, Wen San finally couldn't accept the grace, looked at the white mist, and shouted bitterly at the evening breeze: "Brother Feng, no matter how fertile the field is, it can't withstand your plow." ”

"It's dawn, even if the girl in the Qinglou is resting, this time it's going to be here, right?"

Wen Er and Wen Yi were also tired enough, slumped in the hollow hole in the cliff wall, leaning their backs against the stone wall, and their fingers were too lazy to move.

They looked at Mu Wanfeng with an expression of bitterness in my heart, but I just didn't say anything, and looked at Mu Wanfeng with resentment.

If they are evenly matched, they can still hold their breath to win, but it is another matter to be abused unilaterally.

It's like a beautiful girl who just looks at her, but she doesn't even let you touch her fingers, and you have to all day.

No matter how strong you are, you can't stand this kind of torture.

Mu Wanfeng clenched her fists, and then let go weakly, looking up at the sky with bitterness.

This night, I finally survived......

Only he knew how long the night was, and how the dreamlike figure pierced his heart one by one.

From then on, there will be no more entanglements, you and I are passers-by.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the three of them guiltily.

Between friends, understanding is understanding, but this is not a reason for you to harm others.

But as soon as he was about to speak, he saw Wen Er waving his hand and said with a smile: "It's a loss to fight with Brother Mu for a day, otherwise we really can't control the power of this Purple Mansion Realm." ”

"Brother Fengfeng, Brother Fengfeng, you ...... under your feet"

At this time, Wen San looked like a ghost, pointed to the turbulent river below Mu Wanfeng, and stammered when he spoke.

Mu Wanfeng buried her head and took a look, and happened to see a person, floating on the water, drifting quickly into the distance.

A hurried glance made his eyes red, and without even thinking about it, he swooped down and picked him up from the river.

After checking and finding that the person in his arms was not in danger of life, he called: "Han ...... Rou'er, Rou'er!"

He hadn't forgotten that the promise he had made, although it was very jerky to shout, was still shouted out as if no one was around.

Wen San on the side heard this, and turned his head.

"Oops, take off your shoes and sniff your feet, bend over and smell your farts, stinky and shameless!"

Wen Er wanted to go over and slap him, but his whole body seemed to fall apart, and it was difficult to stand up, so he dispelled this idea.

Han Rou pursed her lips, her eyes closed, and there was no sign of waking up.

Mu Wanfeng rose up with his sword, returned to the stone room, and laid it flat on the bed, his mind turned sharply.

The Blood Sword Hall is far away, separated from Yuntian Palace by thousands of mountains and rivers, how could this stupid woman appear for no reason, and still encounter danger on her own territory?

He suddenly got up, and happened to see that the others were also following, and his eyes fell on Rouge's body.

"Rouge, take care of her. ”

Breaking into the stone room where Bai Wufang was, he found that it was really empty, and his mood was a little more irritable.

Last night, Bai Wufeng stopped on the cliff for a long time, and Mu Wanfeng also noticed it. And when he left, there was wind under his feet, and he seemed to be in a hurry.

At the time, he didn't pay attention to it, but now that he thinks about it, it can't be that this matter has nothing to do with Bai Wufang.

Coming to the outside of the Blood Sword Hall, he shouted at the air: "People from the dark group, don't let me ask you to come out!"

Oh, a ghost-faced masked man, flashed up to Mu Wanfeng, and asked in a cold voice, "What's the matter?"

Hearing this voice, Mu Wanfeng was obviously stunned: "You didn't leave?"

Chu Bixia took off her mask, hummed softly, and asked rhetorically, "Do you want me to go?"

Mu Wanfeng was stunned for a moment, and then didn't want to dwell on this issue, so she asked, "Where did Bai Wufeng go?"

"I don't know~"

"You know. ”

Mu Wanfeng looked directly into her eyes.

Chu Bixia hesitated for a moment, then turned around.

"Follow me~"

The early morning sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, reflecting on a bloodstained but still handsome face.

Mo Yushu slowly opened his eyes, then immediately closed them again, and after a while of adaptation, he opened them again.

Despite the severe pain all over his body, he struggled to his feet, and the scenes of last night's battle were presented in his mind.

Looking left and right, he sat back on the ground helplessly, looking at Bai Wufang leaning under the tree.

"It's no wonder that Qing tried his best to hinder ~"

Bai Wufang's face was pale and silent.

More than a dozen masked people who had already escaped from the formation quietly guarded him.

"Ranqing doesn't have to worry about resentment?"

Bai Wufang snorted coldly and said, "How to act below, I don't need to teach you." ”

After another long silence, Mo Yushu remembered Han Rou and asked, "Is there anyone here?"

"With me!"

A voice came from afar, making Bai Wufang's heart skip a beat.

Not long after, Mu Wanfeng and Chu Bixia appeared.

Seeing the mess around him and the huge pit on the ground, Mu Wanfeng frowned and looked at Mo Yushu, who had never been so embarrassed.

"Looking for me?"

This cold attitude made Mo Yushu smile bitterly, and took out two goose-yellow stones, exposing them to Mu Wanfeng's eyes.

"Rainbow Amber!"

Mu Wanfeng's pupils shrank suddenly: "How can it be in your hands?"

This is something he made with his own hands three years ago and pinned to the ends of his hair for Xiang Xuelan, and he is naturally very familiar with it.

But this hairpin, after it was broken at the beginning, should have been drowned in chaos, how could it be in the hands of Mo Yushu?

Xiang Xuelan abandoned it like a shoe, and Mo Yushu didn't need to pick it up, was there anything else he didn't know?

Mo Yushu sighed: "Senior brother, Qing is stupid!"

Mu Wanfeng's heart stopped beating abruptly for a moment, and her eyes stared at him directly.

"What do you mean?"

Mo Yushu said: "Since ancient times, the words of villains, women's words, and nonsense, how can you believe it!"