The ice on the lake seemed to be less cold at this point, and everyone's attention was on the final game of the day.

Dugu Han and Kui Dao.

The golden thread was flooded with bursts of light, although it was not immediately shot, but the owner of this wave of light had already fought with Kui Dao in his mind for hundreds of moves, Kui Dao couldn't sit still, the spirit flag was raised high, and a cold wind swept the entire ring, the ice chips in the ring couldn't help falling, and the red soul roared around this Dugu Han.

Dugu Han closed his eyes, and no one would say that he was asleep, because his momentum had already quietly descended on everyone's hearts.

The corners of Kui Dao's mouth rose slightly, and the spirit flag followed the owner's actions and rushed towards Dugu Han, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls along the way continued, all of which emanated from the red blood-dripping flag of the spirit flag, this voice was weird like the cry of a three-year-old baby in the middle of the night, and like the excitement of a wolf in the forest who had been hungry for three days and three nights looking for food and suddenly found food.

The golden thread gradually left Dugu Han's body, he himself did not move, still closed his eyes, and the golden thread was very gentle at first, as if he couldn't bear to disturb Dugu Han in contemplation, but once he left Dugu Han's close body, he suddenly jumped like thunder, and everything seemed so restless and restless.

A dry blood-colored soul was strangled by the golden thread, and some were trapped together by the golden thread, and then strangled to death, and the scene returned to quiet, but Kui Dao obviously did not stop there, he waved the spirit flag, as if the spirit flag was a part of his body, and summoned all kinds of souls in the ring at will.

At this time, Dugu Han's eyes opened, and the moment his eyes opened, everyone only felt that their eyes flashed, as if they were some kind of strong light.

Dugu Han moved, and when he moved, he moved thousands of strands of golden threads, which wrapped Kuidao in an instant, and all kinds of golden threads tied Kuidao into a cocoon at once, making Kuidao unable to move.

"Don't resist, the golden thread will strangulate your flesh. Dugu Han said lightly.

And Kui Dao didn't laugh angrily: "It seems that you also forced me to use a trick..."

The people on the field suddenly felt ominous, and the brows of the people on the river were tightly locked.

Dugu Han smiled: "Give up, your struggle is in vain, it will only increase the number of scars on your skin." ”

"I have to say, you are my strongest opponent so far, I have already won two battles, forget it, Elder?" Kui Dao turned his face to the old monk, "I had a two-win record before, I will admit defeat this time, I will force Xue Leng to use his secret trick." Kui Dao said very freely, and countless female disciples on the field cast approving eyes, but Kui Dao naturally disdained it and stepped down on his own.

The pamphlet of the elder monk bar was opened, and under the names of Xue Leng and the other five people was written "passed", and the others next to it were a large list of non-passes.

Dugu Han removed the golden thread, and Xue Leng nodded at Kui Dao in a friendly manner.

Kui Dao is a smart person, so he not only established his prestige, but also conquered the audience, and let Xue Leng and others owe him a favor, which can be described as killing three birds with one stone, and he has nothing to lose.

On the way back, Dugu Han spit out a mouthful of blood, and Xue Leng hurriedly held it up.

"Damn, this thing is really ruthless, I feel that he hasn't done his best, a very powerful enemy. Dugu Han wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

Nan Muli handed over a clean handkerchief: "Dugu Gongzi, just now I heard the nickname that Mr. Storyteller wrote to you. ”

"That old guy who specializes in making up stories about games?" Qiu said.

"Exactly, Xue Gongzi is a thousand-armed madman, Dugu Gongzi is the Golden Thread Poison King, Qiu Gongzi is a Daoist, and the little woman is a demon double charm. ”

"It's very appropriate, the charm word is used well!" Qiu Bufu said with a smile.

At this time, Cloud Dance came to meet him. Staring at Xue Leng and not letting go, the Nan family sisters said, "Isn't this Miss Yun?"

"Xue Leng, follow me!" said Yun Shangwu and pulled Xue Leng to the side.

Xue Leng hurriedly broke free: "Miss Yun, let's talk about something here." ”

Yun Shangwu's delicate body trembled slightly, and she looked at Xue Leng sadly, as if Xue Leng had tarnished her innocence, and there were tears about to gush out of her big eyes. Dugu Han hurriedly said, "Xue Leng, have you done something unreasonable to other girls?"

Xue Leng was even more wronged than Dou E at this time, and was just about to speak when he was interrupted by the sisters of the Nan family: "No matter what happens, you should go to a mess with Miss Yun, maybe something will happen." ”

At this time, Qiu Bufu hugged Xue Leng and whispered: "I said you kid, you have too many romantic debts, you kidnapped all the beautiful girls, what should you do with the elder brother, now we are three brothers, and I am still single as soon as the elder brother is concerned!"

Xue Leng said with an innocent face: "Then I'll come when I go." ”

As he spoke, he followed the cloud dance to a pavilion by the Dragon King Lake.

"Miss Yun, may I ask what is the matter? Xue Leng looked at the cloud dance, the cloud dance seemed to be in a hurry, and the anxious tears were rolling.

"Xue..."Yun Shangwu was a little hesitant, but she seemed to think of something, she bit her teeth and looked at Xue Leng, "Xue Yan, she is sick and is about to die!"

Xue Leng felt that his whole heart was about to stop, his brain was dizzy, it seemed that the heavens and the earth were turning, he hurriedly held Yun Shangwu's shoulder and said, "Xue Yan, where is Xue Yan? What's wrong with her!?"

Maybe Xue Leng's shoulder was pinched too hard, Yun Shangwu screamed in pain all of a sudden, Xue Leng hurriedly put down Yun Shangwu's shoulder, don't look over and said, "I'm sorry, Xue Yan, she, what's wrong with her?"

"Before, a Gu from the Phantom Moon God Sect was put into Sister Xue Yan's body, but now she doesn't seem to be able to do it... Hurry up and save her!" Yun Shangwu shouted almost with a cry, "In the hall of the Ethereal Sect. ”

Xue Leng immediately called for the fire and thunder, mounted the horse, and before he had time to say anything, he rushed to the sky, and his speed was unusually fast.

Seeing Yun Shangwu walking out, everyone hurriedly asked, what happened to Xue Leng.

Yun Shangwu smiled bitterly, looked at the direction where Xue Leng disappeared, and said softly: "I'm sorry... That's all I can do..."

Along the way, all that was stuffed in Xue Leng's mind was Tang Xueyan, and the memories of the scenes poured into Xue Leng's heart like a midnight tide, and at this time his heart seemed to be about to explode, as if it was about to burst!

I remember that when I first came to the Xiantian Sect, there were only Heshang Daoists and Tang Xueyan at that time, if something happened to Tang Xueyan, he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life!

"Treading the fire and thunder, hurry up!" Xue Leng pinched the horse's belly.

Stepping on fire and running thunder is not an ordinary horse, and after being cold with Xue for a long time, he can naturally understand human nature.

A loud horse neighed through half of the clouds, and the colorful clouds reached the fairy sky......