Chu Xiaoyun was in a daze, when he heard the movement, he came over, and stepped forward to support him: "Senior brother?"

Song Yunge barely maintained his sobriety, did not let the golden light devour him, took out the covering Tianjue from his arms with difficulty, and handed it to Chu Xiaoyun: "I have been urging it with vitality, and it must not be broken!"

"What is this?" asked Chu Xiaoyun.

Song Yunge said with difficulty: "The things that cover the heavenly machine and the breath, once the breath is broken, the Cloud Heaven Palace will be able to find us!"

"And such a strange thing?" Chu Xiaoyun looked at Sha Tianjue curiously, how could he not have imagined that such an ordinary piece of jade Jue could do this.

Song Yunge said with difficulty: "Senior sister, remember it, don't cut off your breath!"

"Okay, how are you?" Chu Xiaoyun felt that he was getting heavier and heavier, like a small mountain.

Song Yunge shook his head: "I can't die, remember not to worry about me, don't care about the severity of my injuries, don't care, I have my own way to recover, don't break the cover of Tianjue, don't remember ......"

He was extremely uneasy, the current Chu Xiaoyun had a clear head and was easy to do faint things, and before he could finish speaking, he was already unconscious.

Chu Xiaoyun was startled.

She thought that Song Yunge was out of breath, so she hurriedly put it down gently, pressed her wrist and probed it, breathing a sigh of relief.

Although the pulse is sudden and slow, heavy and light, and the changes are abrupt and prosperous, as long as the breath is still there, the masters of the outer heavens are not so easy to die.

She let go of her hand and stared at Song Yunge.

Song Yunge's slender sword eyebrows were tightly locked, and cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, as if he had fallen into a nightmare

Chu Xiaoyun sighed.

She didn't know what was wrong with Song Yunge, but now she was the only one left, and she suddenly felt that the world was extremely cold.

She had become accustomed to Song Yunge by her side in the past two days, and despite the pain, she didn't feel too lonely.

Look at the layers of white clouds, the mountains like islands in the distance, the strong wind blows, and the ice is cold to the bone.

She has been urging Tian Jue to use her skills, and gradually her mind drifted and fell into memories.

She always felt that Sun Tiantong died too unjustly, obviously she liked herself, but Jiao Dongcheng misunderstood that he liked Senior Sister Xu, so she killed him with a black hand.

This is really a strange injustice in the world, that Jiao Dongcheng deserves death, but killing him, he doesn't feel the slightest pain, and the pain is still unbearable.

She wanted to be liberated very much, and she wanted to jump down countless times, and she was crushed to pieces without using her skills to protect her body, and went to look for Sun Tiantong under Jiuquan.

She sighed and looked at Song Yunge again.

Song Yunge's breath became weaker and weaker, and it had reached the point where it seemed to be cut off at any time.

Chu Xiaoyun frowned and pressed Song Yunge's wrist.

"Bang!" she suddenly flew upside down, drawing a parabola and falling ten meters away, almost flying off the cliff.

She turned over and looked at Song Yunge in astonishment.

His breath was so weak, and the strength in his body was so strong.

She was wounded.

Wiping the corners of her mouth, she slowly got up and walked slowly towards Song Yunge, squatted down and pressed his chest again.

"Bang!" she drew another parabola and flew more than a dozen meters away.

This time it flew inward, farther away from the cliff.

She helplessly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, she had already calmed her mind, and it seemed that she really couldn't touch it.

But when he got closer, Song Yunge had already stopped breathing.

Her face changed slightly.

If Song Yunge hadn't been to escort himself, he wouldn't have encountered such danger and suffered this injury.

Thinking of this, she didn't care about the injury and pressed Song Yunge's wrist again, and sent in a burst of vitality, hoping that this vitality could stimulate him to regain his breathing.

"Bang!" This time she fell farther and harder, blood gushing from the corners of her mouth, and she was already seriously injured.

She hurriedly got up and looked at Song Yunge again.

Song Yunge's breathing really recovered, making her smile.

She breathed a sigh of relief, slowly got up and stretched, and began to exercise pranayama to recover from her injuries.

As soon as I sat down, my face changed.

She hurriedly groped for her body, then lowered her head and hurriedly searched, and finally found Sha Tianjue in a crack in a stone.

With a long sigh of relief, he hurriedly held it again and urged his vitality.

Then continue to breathe and heal the wounds.

Half an hour later, she opened her eyes and saw that Song Yunge's breathing was still intermittent, as if it would stop at any time.

She shook her head helplessly, unable to do anything.

"Hey, it's here!" a sneer suddenly sounded.

Chu Xiaoyun turned his head violently to look.

Four young men fluttered up, came to them in an instant, and stood on the edge of the cliff.

Chu Xiaoyun saw their white robes, as well as the clouds embroidered on the corners of the robes, and knew that they were people from Yuntian Palace.

Her heart sank, and she rushed to Song Yunge without hesitation, and she wanted to escape with Song Yunge in her arms.

"It's late!" a horse-faced young man floated to block her, isolating her from Song Yunge.

Five young men came from a distance.

The round-faced young man at the head smiled and clenched his fists: "Senior Brother Ma, your tracking skills are still better, admire!"

"Hehe, I'm a sword saint after all, your realm is a step behind, and I can't win. The horse-faced young man said with a smile.

Five young people surrounded Song Yunge and Chu Xiaoyun.

They glanced at Song Yunge, then looked at Chu Xiaoyun, looked up and down a few times, and showed anger.

"Is that her? The round-faced young man said, "It doesn't look like a ruthless person." ”

The horse-faced young man shook his head: "People can't be discosive, you can't see the wildness in her eyes?"

Chu Xiaoyun was determined to die, and he was not afraid, the only thing he wanted to do was to send Song Yunge away, and not let him die with him.

If you die, you will die, just go down with Senior Brother Sun to be a companion, Senior Brother Song is in his prime and has no woman, it is a pity that he died without tasting the taste of love.

But in the current situation, they may not let go of Senior Brother Song, I am afraid that they will be wiped out together.

"Chu Xiaoyun, you are very good!" the horse-faced young man said coldly: "Senior Brother Jiao of Jiao Dongcheng was killed by you, right?"

"It's me. Chu Xiaoyun said lightly: "He should die!"

"Damn it, it's not your turn to kill!" The horse-faced young man said coldly: "Those who dare to kill our Yuntian Palace disciples will be killed!"

Chu Xiaoyun shook his head: "Whoever kills my Tianyue Mountain disciple will be killed!"

"It's very good, then each depends on his ability to see who can kill better...... How do you choose now?" The horse-faced young man pointed at Song Yunge, and then pointed at Chu Xiaoyun: "Our Yuntian Palace acts above board, and there is a debtor and a debtor, you die, or he dies!"

Chu Xiaoyun said: "If you want to kill me, it depends on your ability, as for whether to kill him or not, it's up to you!"

She knew that Song Yunge's fate was no longer up to her, and at this point, she could only depend on luck.

Looking at their respective fates, their own lives are not good, they knew they were going to die, why not die with Senior Brother Sun!

"He doesn't have to die. The horse-faced young man said: "As long as you kill yourself in front of us, you will spare him, anyway, he is no longer done." ”

Chu Xiaoyun frowned and looked at him: "What do you say?"

"I, Ma Zhihua, have always said that one is one, and two is two!" said the horse-faced young man proudly.

Chu Xiaoyun groaned, hesitated, and swept towards Ma Zhihua from time to time.

Ma Zhihua said in a deep voice: "What, do you want me to make a heavy oath?"

Chu Xiaoyun snorted slowly: "I can't trust you!"

"Okay, good!" Ma Zhihua put his palm in the sky and made a heavy oath, if any of the people violated this oath, he Ma Zhihua would add a sword, and his soul would never be freed from the sea of suffering.

This oath is not insignificant.

The masters of the outer heavens all swear a heavy oath, once the oath is violated, there will be demons, and it will be difficult to break through the realm.