"How are you going to help me?"

This is what Wei Dong asked Mr. Bai that night.

"I'll be there when you really need me. ”

This is Mr. Bai's answer to Weidong.

"If you want to face Xiao Hong alone, I'm afraid that I'm not his enemy. ”

Facing Mr. Bai, Wei Dong knew that he didn't have to hide it, so he simply told Mr. Bai the most worried part of his heart.

"You don't have to worry about this, what you have to worry about most now is how you should deal with Lin and Zeng who are rushing back. ”

And Mr. Bai's answer made Weidong's originally high mood suddenly fall to the bottom.

Originally, one Xiao Hong was already difficult enough to deal with, maybe the group of people from the Thirteen Einsatzgruppen were far from Xiao Hong's opponents, not to mention that there was a Duan Tianhe who was also a member of the audience next to Xiao Hong, maybe just these two people were enough for Wei Dong to drink a big pot, this is good, this is not easy to use the name of Yuan Silence to branch Lin Bei and Zeng Jia, which made the wildfire in his heart burn, but Mr. Bai said that Lin Bei and Zeng Jia are rushing back, what kind of concept is this, which means that he Weidong has to face the four people in the audience alone in this wave。

"Is what Mr. Bai said true?"

Listening to Mr. Bai's words, Wei Dong not only lost his original high fighting spirit in an instant, so he asked again.

"What do you think?"

On the other hand, Mr. Bai still has that tone that is not salty or light.

"Mr. Bai help me..."

This was the last sentence Wei Dong said that night.

"Because of this, I expected you to lose, but I didn't want you to lose, so I brought in a helper for you. ”

In Wei Dong's surprised eyes, two black shadows quickly entered the room from the window, and then stood next to Mr. Bai's left and right in batches.

Located on the left hand side of Mr. Bai, is a middle-aged man dressed in bald head, I saw that he has a beard with a full chin, looking a little dirty, and his eyes are like Wei Dong is full of ruthlessness, as for his appearance, he is dressed as a monk, with a string of bronze prayer beads on his chest that looks heavy, and the most shocking thing for Wei Dong is that this man has no arms, his left arm has been replaced by a bronze arm that looks extremely complex and precise since the elbow, and his right arm is more exaggerated, starting from his right shoulder, his entire right arm is made of metalIf you look closely, you can find that the lines depicted on his right arm will produce a trace of air flow from time to time, and then these air currents will wander around along those complex lines.

As for the right hand side of Mr. Bai, it seems to be a scholar's appearance, there is not even a hair on his white face, and what is even more exaggerated is that his delicate facial features actually make Wei Dong have a slight illusion of palpitations, only to see the man dressed as a scholar, holding a long sword in his left hand, and then carrying it behind him, while his right hand is holding an open fan, which is depicted with the lakes and mountains of Jinzhou, and as he shakes the fan in his hand slightly, Wei Dong can also slowly see the words printed on the back of this fan, and the huge butterfly character is being printed in it。

"Let me introduce you, the one on my left is Master Huiming of Daionji Temple's Musashiin Temple, and the one on my right is Shan Danqing, the owner of the Butterfly Mountain Villa's workshop. ”

Mr. Bai said the last sentence he said that night, and it was the introduction of this sentence that made Weidong, who was originally hopeless for himself, rekindle the fire of his dream in his heart.

Retracting his thoughts, looking at the horn that had been lit in the distance, Wei Dong's eyes were full of endless desire and fighting spirit, the Thirteen Special Operators had set off, and he couldn't be left behind, since he chose to fight, then he had to let the karmic fire in his heart completely burn in the sky above this Sword Pavilion.

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The Daigo empowerment is an extremely detrimental move, because this move not only requires the caster to have extremely majestic internal strength and extremely advanced cultivation to support himself, so that the practitioner of the Dao can pass on almost all of his own cultivation to the person being performed in a very short period of time, and the caster also needs excellent cultivation talent and physical toughness, both of which are indispensable, and no matter which one is missing, neither party can achieve the Daigo empowerment of each other.

At the moment when the Sword Pavilion is changeable, if you want to take the cultivation skills that Xiao Yunwei was around before, it is almost impossible for her to survive the turmoil created by Wei Dong herself, because compared to Wei Dong, her own cultivation is simply a heaven and an earth, to put it mildly, if it weren't for Xiao Hong's love for her on weekdays, for fear that she would be hurt a little, and even Xiao Hong would have recognized her as a granddaughter in order to make her feel the warmth of home, and treated her like a granddaughter, Wei Dong would have taken it down a long time ago, after all, if you want to talk about face, Xiao Yunwei is actually very beautiful, her beauty comes from her belief in not admitting defeat, from her resoluteness not to give in to fate, from her slightly heroic immaturity, and this kind of character is what Wei Dong loves.

So in order for Xiao Yunwei to survive in this turmoil, Xiao Hong can only make this decision, after all, he is already old, and the future does not belong to him.

"Hold your mind, don't be distracted, let go of the spiritual platform, and feel it with your heart!"

In the dark, Xiao Yunwei heard Xiao Hong's words, and at this moment, Xiao Yunwei felt Xiao Hong's majestic love for her.

Time is passing inexorably little by little, and as the time of transmission becomes longer and longer, Xiao Hong, who originally looked like a scholar, is aging rapidly, and in less than half a pillar of incense, he has changed from the original personable scholar to an old man who seems to be about to die, and his originally tight skin is also aging and drying up accelerated in the trickle of time.

When the people of the Thirteen Guards rushed into the Shuizhu Champhes where Xiao Hong was, Xiao Yunwei, who was still staying in the house with Xiao Hong, was long gone, and disappeared with the sword that followed Xiao Hong's life, Mozhu.

"Xiao Hong, admit defeat. ”

Looking at the old man in front of her, although the black-clothed girl who had received the order from Weidong before had a look of shock in her eyes at this time, she still chose to persuade him first.

"Admit defeat? hehehehe, I think I, Xiao Hong, have lived all my life, and I never know what it means to admit defeat, you are the Thirteen Rangers that Weidong has been cultivating secretly, or not, let me, an old bone, try it for your master, how powerful your so-called Thirteen Rangers can be. ”

I saw Xiao Hong use his right hand, which had already been shriveled and only skinny left, to slowly raise it in front of him, slowly curling up the four fingers that seemed to be unsolid, only exposing his index finger, and then whispering weakly like this, while pointing directly at the thirteen black-clothed people in front of him with his index finger.

At this moment, everyone needs to face his fate, for Cai Ruichong, he is as fast as the wind, for Lin Bei, his Xu is like a forest, for Weidong, aggression is like fire, and for Xiao Hong, he is as immobile as a mountain.