Before dawn, Zhao Wushuang got up early, because he couldn't sleep at all, and his stomach was like a woman who was pregnant in October.

Wan'er and Ziyun also got up early and rushed to the fire room, Zhao Wushuang's face was so frightened that his face was distorted, and he hurriedly stopped the two of them, and said seriously: "Let's hurry back to the Western Regions while it's dark! Master and sister should be worried after coming out for so long, well! Let's go! Let's go now!" Zhao Wushuang strode to pull Xue Jian up, and Xue Jian looked at him with sleepy eyes and a puzzled expression.

Seeing this, the two had no choice but to give up, and each secretly thought that they would fight again when they returned to the Western Regions.

Zhao Wushuang walked to Shui Yue's door and shouted softly, "Sir, Wushuang is gone!"

There was the sound of squirming and dressing in the house, and soon after, Shui Yue stood in front of the door wearing a square scarf.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

Zhao Wushuang skimmed the two people next to him.

Shui Yue instantly understood, and looked at him with a smile, "Slow down on the road!"

Zhao Wushuang bent down to compose, "Take care, sir, wait for the news of Wushuang!"

"Okay! I'll wait!"

The four of them walked outside the bamboo forest, and at this moment, Shui Yue suddenly shouted, "Shuang'er!"

Zhao Wushuang turned around with some doubts, "What's wrong, sir?"

Shui Yue shook her head, "It's okay, be careful all the way!"

Zhao Wushuang nodded and smiled, "Got it, sir! Wushuang is not a child again!"

After the four of them left, Shui Yue scolded with a smile, "In front of me, you are still a child!" Shui Yue stretched out her hand and touched her right eye, her smile faded and she frowned and looked at Zhulinkou.

In the Hangcheng Xiangying Building, Xiao He is still hugging left and right as always, talking and laughing.

Luo Sheng on the side cup after cup, indifferent was still the same, suddenly, he raised his head and asked Xiao He, "Did you reply to Baili Haoran?"

Xiao He was stunned for a moment, and dispersed a few wine girls, a little puzzled, "Yes, what's the matter? Rest assured, the Shadow Building can still bear the price, and he won't do anything about it!"

Luo Sheng's eyes were cold, "In that case, will he take action himself?"

Xiao He pondered for a moment, probably not, although I don't know why he arrested Zhao Wushuang, but since he handed it over to me Shadow Building, he definitely can't make a move.

Luo Sheng got up suddenly, his face was cloudy, "No! I'll go out of the city!" After saying that, Luo Sheng disappeared into the attic like a ghost in an instant.

"Hey~ brother, it should be fine!"

Xiao He got up and shouted, but Luo Sheng had already left the Xiangying Building.

Luo Sheng, who ran out, picked a good horse and rushed to the Western Regions.

At this time, Zhao Wushuang and the four of them had already left Beiling and were about to step into the Western Regions.

Zhao Wubi drove the horse and rubbed his stomach, but fortunately, his stomach was already much smaller, which made Zhao Wushuang feel a lot more relieved, otherwise he would not have to be scared to death when he returned to the Youtan Sect.

Just as Zhao Wushuang was thinking about how to explain to his master and sister when he went back, not far away, in the yellow sand, there was a black-clothed masked man holding an ordinary iron sword, standing quietly in the yellow sand, as if waiting for someone.

Zhao Wushuang tightened the reins and looked at the man with a solemn face, at this time, Wan'er and Ziyun poked their heads out, and Zhao Wushuang said coldly: "Go back!

Wan'er's pupils shrank instantly, Childe would never look like this, even if he met those two strange people in Jincheng, he was not so panicked.

Zhao Wushuang stepped out of the carriage and walked forward step by step, far away from the man in black.

In the Youtan Sect, Mo Linglong was practicing in retreat, the demonic qi on her body was almost condensed, and the entire practice room was full of air-conditioning.

Burst!

On the last week of operation, Mo Linglong's demonic qi suddenly became disordered, spurting a mouthful of blood, and his heart felt like a sharp sword slashing through the bursts of pain, Mo Linglong didn't care at all, but looked at his hands in shock, there would never be such a strange thing in decades of practice.

The dullness and apprehension in her heart made her unable to concentrate, and for a moment, Mo Linglong raised her frowning little face and looked into the distance, "Could it be... Twins?"

Boom!

The door of the entire practice room was smashed in an instant, and the guards outside the door looked over in panic, thinking that someone was attacking, but when they looked closely, it turned out to be the sect leader, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, "Subordinates see the sect leader." ”

"Are Shuang'er back?" Mo Linglong asked directly in a cold voice.

"Returning to the sect master, young master, he hasn't returned yet!"

Mo Linglong frowned, her face was like stagnant water, and her toes swept away a little.

On the border of the Western Regions, the yellow sand was all over the sky, and Zhao Wushuang confronted the man in black, the ink-scale sword in his hand trembling.

The man in black spoke, his voice seemed to have changed deliberately, and he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, "You're not afraid?"

The yellow sand hit his face, Zhao Wushuang was indifferent, just staring at the man in black tightly, he could feel the faint dangerous aura emanating from the man in black, this kind of aura he had seen in the two of them, one was Xiao Yuanshan, and the other was Mo Linglong.

"I'm afraid, but what?"

"Hehe! Interesting! Not that much! It's just... Scrap you!"

The voice was still echoing, and the man in black had already taken the lead, and the distance of thirty zhang was less than three breaths in front of Zhao Wushuang.

The ink scales were instantly unsheathed, and at the same time, the demon armor covered his body, and Zhao Wushuang held his sword in both hands, and slashed out the demonic qi into a line, stirring up the yellow sand in the sky.

It's just that although the sword qi and demonic qi were strong, they were slapped back by the man in black with a palm.

The black line sword qi instantly rolled towards Zhao Wushuang's body, Zhao Wushuang retreated frantically, and the impermanence was used by him to the extreme, so that he could avoid the sword qi.

Seeing that Zhao Wushuang was fine, the man in black seemed to be a little surprised, and then the iron sword unsheathed the sword qi several times stronger than the one emitted by Zhao Wushuang before.

A simple sword stabbed out, Zhao Wushuang couldn't dodge, and his abdomen was instantly pierced by a sharp sword qi, and the blood flowed nonstop.

The man in black snorted coldly, and the sword rose again, and at this time, two sword qi roared, one like a white rainbow, and a blood curse was entangled.

"Two little flies!" The black-clothed man's iron sword suddenly turned, and the aura on the sword suddenly soared, and in an instant, the two sword qi were shattered.

After a few dodges, the man in black disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was behind Wan'er.

"He must have killed you, he would be desperate!haha!"

Zhao Wushuang's eyes were about to split, and he forcibly destroyed the secret method of the Youtan Sect, burning blood, and the sand under his feet was roasted red, and in an instant, Zhao Wushuang's speed increased more than twice.

The ink scales in his hand were thrown out by him with all his might.

The man in black sensed the danger in the distance, and quickly retreated, holding up several sword shadows.

Clang!

The ink-scale sword collided with the iron sword, and the yellow sand everywhere flew up and turned into a tornado roaring.

The man in black was furious, and his sword aura was great, click!

The iron sword shattered into several sections, and the ink scale sword was also bounced away, and Zhao Wushuang, who rushed over, grabbed the ink scales and raised the sword again.

The man in black faced the sky with his palms in the sky, and the majestic true qi condensed into a palm print in the sky and collided with the sword qi.

The yellow sand that covered the sky made it impossible to see the situation clearly, Zhao Wushuang returned to Wan'er's side and motioned for her to retreat, Wan'er shook her head, Ziyun stepped forward, and the three of them stood in a line.

Zhao Wushuang touched the yellow sand on his face and was a little angry, "Hurry up and take Xue Jian away!

The two said in unison, "Death is death!"

Suddenly, Zhao Wushuang squinted into the distance.

The man in black walked out of the yellow sand, except for a little embarrassment, there was no injury on his body.

"Hahaha! Then you all die together!"

The man in black was a little crazy, he seemed to have left his hand before, but now his aura changed violently, and the yellow sand flying around him couldn't enter the front of him.

"Die!" The man in black slowly condensed his true qi in his palms, and his true qi rose wildly, and there was a thunderous sound on his palms.

Zhao Wushuang was stunned, "This is... Heartbreaker?"

"Good eyesight, it's the broken heart palm that has long been lost!"

The thunder roared, and the black-clothed man palmed up like thunder, and the remnants of the Dao Dao behind him appeared.

At this time, Zhao Wushuang once again forcibly destroyed the secret method, and the ink scales frantically devoured his true qi, and at the same time, the Dao Demon Spirit Spell was engraved on it.

Wan'er and Ziyun quickly pushed behind Zhao Wushuang, and their two hands were covered on Zhao Wushuang's back, and the true qi was continuously injected.

The black light of the ink-scale sword body suddenly appeared, and the sword qi condensed into a qilin that looked up to the sky and roared, colliding with the broken heart palm of the man in black.

Cracking sound!

The razer danced wildly, and the yellow sand on the ground was lifted up in large swaths until the earth and rocks were exposed, and it was almost impossible to see anything within a radius of 100 zhang.

After a long time, the yellow sand gradually fell to the ground, and I saw the man in black standing in the distance, and two deep ravines were ploughed on the ground in front of him.

There was a deep wound on his right arm that was dripping blood, and the man in black had bruises on his forehead, looking coldly at Zhao Wushuang who was kneeling on the ground in the distance.

"It's kind of interesting! How can you do it if you don't die? So you better die!"

Heartbroken palm up, slapped at Zhao Wushuang, at this time Zhao Wushuang was almost immobile, most of the meridians in his body had been damaged, he slowly closed his eyes, and the scenes in his mind kept surging, "I'm sorry!".

Suddenly, a warm body embraced him.

Boom!

Wan'er hugged Zhao Wushuang tightly and slid a few feet away on the sand.

Burst!

Bright red blood stained the white clothes on Zhao Wushuang's body, and Wan'er looked up at him with a smile, "It's good!

Zhao Wushuang was stunned, his hands froze in mid-air, "No... Impossible! No," Zhao Wushuang searched for it with trembling hands, "Ah!" His shirt was torn apart, and he finally found a bottle of Fujin Pill in his underwear.

Zhao Wushuang was overjoyed, "I found it, it's okay! It's okay, it'll be fine soon!"

Putting Jin Dan into Wan'er's air, he used the only trace of true qi left to dissolve, Wan'er shook her head gently, "No.. Although the pill is good, it can only cure the disease, but it can't... Help!"

"No! No, it won't! Obedient, it'll be fine soon!"

The man in black looked at the palms of his hands and smiled gloomily, "What a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks, it's a pity, since that's the case, then I'll help you go down together!"

Ziyun forcibly climbed up with her sword, a little unbearable to look at Zhao Wushuang.

"Yo, one more, let's die together!"

"It's you who are going to die! bitch!" A line of yellow sand came in the distance, and two red fires were burning in Mo Linglong's eyes.

"Mo Linglong?" The man in black was shocked, with his current state, he was probably not an opponent, but looking at Zhao Wushuang in the distance, he still couldn't help it, and his broken heart rose again, he wanted to kill Zhao Wushuang before Mo Linglong arrived.

But how could Mo Linglong do what he wanted, the iron sword in his hand was drawn in an instant, and Mo Linglong directly burned his blood, and Mo Linglong, who cultivated the "Demon Spirit Thirteenfold" to the Great Perfection, used the secret method, which was much easier than Zhao Wushuang's use, and Mo Linglong's body almost turned into a blood-colored streamer at a distance of 100 zhang.

Turning his head to look at Mo Linglong, who turned into a streamer, the hearts of the black-clothed people were surging like monstrous waves, "How is it possible!"

There was no way to hide, there was no way to retreat, he could only use his left palm to slap Mo Linglong.

Poof!

The iron sword slashed through his left hand, and the speed did not decrease and slashed directly on his chest, and the golden silk armor worn in his underwear was instantly shattered, but fortunately, it was blocked for a moment and was not split in half.

The man in black was about to have his heart broken, turned his head and spit out a silver needle from his mouth and flew towards Zhao Wushuang, turned around and ran.

Mo Linglong was furious, but had to block the silver needle, with Zhao Wushuang's current state, this needle could kill him.

The silver needle was shot down, Mo Linglong turned her head to look, the man in black was far away, and looking at Zhao Wushuang on the ground, she still couldn't resist the idea of chasing.

Sticking the iron sword into the ground, Mo Linglong slowly stepped forward, Zhao Wushuang lowered his head and the tears in his eyes were filled with a trace of bright red blood.

Wan'er's breathing in his arms was gradually weakening, and Zhao Wushuang looked up at Mo Linglong fiercely.

"Sister, save Wan'er!"

Mo Linglong put her hand on Wan'er's vest, and a majestic true qi slowly seeped out, constantly warming Wan'er's heart.

"It's useless!" Behind Mo Linglong, Xiao Yuanshan sighed helplessly.

Mo Linglong snorted coldly and ignored him, and continued to lure him with true qi.

Zhao Wushuang looked up at Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Yuanshan suddenly knelt on the ground, clasped his hands in front of him, "The last general, Xiao Yuanshan, damn it!"

Zhao Wushuang was expressionless, raised his head and looked at Wan'er, "Wan'er is good, you can't sleep!"

Burst!

Mo Linglong spat out a mouthful of blood, and there was very little true qi in her body.

Seeing this, Xiao Yuanshan stretched out his hand to attract true qi to Wan'er.

But Zhao Wushuang stretched out his hand to push him away, picked Wan'er up horizontally, and disappeared into the yellow sand.