Seeing Nie Baishuang attacking with a sword again, Zhao Wuxin was distressed.

Taking over the sword in the previous room has already made him work a lot, and now although the sea of qi still has some remaining strength, the six swords are still in different steps, and before they have time to move the sword back to their side, they definitely have no chance to pull out Luo Shenfu, how to take Nie Baishuang's attack with his bare hands?

What's more, this is still in front of the public, and there are many eyeliners from all sides in the crowd, and every move he uses now is afraid that it will be recorded, which will cause a lot of trouble to the enemy in the future.

The roof was narrow, and Nie Baishuang sprinted on the top of the ridge, and the momentum of the sword was like a rainbow.

There was only room for Zhao Wu'an to retreat, but three or five steps from the middle beam to the corner of the eaves, but the six flying swords were still empty in the room. Although after entering the first-grade realm, the qi is continuous, and it can be summoned to the side of the body, but the most important thing is this fleeting moment.

For a moment, Zhao Wu'an's mind flashed with a thousand responses.

There is no other way.

Seeing the sharp sword light stabbing in the chest, Zhao Wu'an suddenly let out a low snort, removed the Luo Shen sword box behind him, and threw it out suddenly.

A black shadow shook across the roof of Lan Xiangju, and the awe-inspiring sword aura rushed out.

After all, only a short distance of three or four steps, Rao is experienced Nie Baishuang, and he didn't react for a while.

Although it is wide, it is obviously inferior to the sword box that is half a person high, and when the air strikes, it is no less than a behemoth, which is withered and decayed.

While startling Nie Baishuang, Zhao Wuxin was also miserable.

The Roselle Sword Box is different from the agile and small flying sword, once this thing comes out of your hand, it is impossible to recall it with the art of qi control alone. And looking at this posture, although Nie Baishuang will not split one in half, it is most likely possible to hit the sword box on the street below with one sword.

At that time, he was busy dealing with Nie Baishuang and took care of himself, if the Luo Shen Sword Box was picked up by the good deeds, it would really lose Luo Jianqi's face.

Just a thought.

Clang!

After a while, the middle section of the Luo Shen sword box that came with the unparalleled sword qi was hit, and in an instant, it flew to the side like a broken kite.

At the same time, six flying swords flew out of the house in a line, encircling the beam.

Zhao Wu'an swept out and ran towards the dark red sword box that was still in the air, and the flying sword behind him dragged like a streamer.

"Don't think!" Nie Baishuang's eyes flickered, and the killing intent around him went to the next level.

Zhao Wu'an smiled bitterly, and thought to himself: "I'm afraid I won't be able to leave this Lanxiang Residence in a good way today." ”

Only one step after being separated from Zhao Wu'an, Nie Baishuang also rose into the air, and his figure became even faster.

Chinese New Year's Eve is lit up like day, and the moon is in the sky.

Nie Baishuang was dressed in long clothes and drumming, and the sword intent in his palm was terrifying.

Feeling the urgent killing intent behind him, Zhao Wu'an forced a breath of true anger and turned around.

The six swords swirled in front of him like flowers.

Earlier, Zhao Wu'an really never dreamed that he would be forced into such a situation by Nie Baishuang.

Although it has entered the first product, the old monsters in the world are really terrifying.

Seeing that Zhao Wu'an did not retreat or avoid, but put on the same defensive posture as in the room, Nie Baishuang's eyebrows froze, and he had already made a secret decision in his heart.

"I'll send you on your way right here. ”

The faint voice was scattered in the wind, as if telling an old story that had happened a long time ago.

Zhao Wu'an smiled bitterly, and his voice turned from low to high: "Don't take me too seriously......!"

The sword intent was in full bloom, and a killing intent suddenly spread out like a rain of flowers.

Luo Shen's six swords gradually swirled, and the qi and machine continued to weave into a circular esoteric sword curtain, which unfolded in front of Nie Baishuang's eyes.

Rao is so, and the joy is unabated.

Nie Baishuang's figure was a little faster than it was on the roof, and he was suddenly close to the sword curtain that Zhao Wu'an had unfurled.

At the last moment, Zhao Wu'an's hand grabbed the back rope of Luoshen's sword box.

"Greedy Spring Rhyme!"

A fine light flashed in Nie Baishuang's eyes, and the strongest sword that the Nie family had spent three generations pondering was born.

"It's now!"

Zhao Wu'an roared, and his body fell suddenly.

The beam behind Nie Baishuang suddenly shook, and a strange sound came, and the direction of the enemy's attack was behind him.

Nie Baishuang was shocked: "There is still an ambush behind you?"

However, the true qi of a first-grade master can spread all over the body, whether it is in the room or on the roof, Nie Baishuang clearly did not feel any abnormalities. It was precisely because of this that he dared to pursue Zhao Wu'an with confidence.

So where did this attack come from?

He didn't have much time to think, and in a short breath, a hundred-legged leap into his right sleeve like lightning.

"How is that possible?!"

Nie Baishuang, who was still in the air and had time to recruit in the future, suddenly felt that half of his body was numb.

Secretly gritting his teeth, Nie Baishuang's heart suddenly appeared with anger. The other party actually resorted to the trick of poisoning.

Looking at Zhao Wu'an, whose figure was falling rapidly, Nie Baishuang sneered in his heart.

"A little insect poison, I can't help the old man for a while, but I will never let you leave here!"

Nie Baishuang twisted in the air, and the sharp sword light in his palm also turned, pointing straight at Zhao Wu'an, who was falling.

The whirring wind filled my ears. Zhao Wu'an looked at the sword light that came from all over the sea with a calm face, and wanted to fill his eyes, and indifferently grasped the back rope of Luoshen's sword box.

A figure suddenly jumped out from under the beam of the room and pounced on Zhao Wu'an, like a dexterous cat.

And her strength was not small at all, and she threw Zhao Wu'an and Luo Shen's sword box aside at once, and at the same time, a purple mist exploded behind her.

The vast fog obscured the sight of everyone below for a while, and also drowned her, Zhao Wu'an, and the six swords of Na Luoshen.

Nie Baishuang also lost his goal at this moment. His expression was sharp, and he twisted his sword at a tricky angle, and stabbed towards a certain place in the purple mist without hesitation, and his body was also submerged in the purple mist.

The people on the street who happened to witness this scene opened their mouths wide and didn't know why.

The mist surged wildly as if it was alive, eroding Nie Baishuang's mouth, nose and eyes. A long robe has only been soaked in it for a few breaths, and it has already broken several holes.

Drink slammed into the ground.

Knowing that the blow was empty, Nie Baishuang felt a sense of anger in his heart, and gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Family master, family master!" came the anxious shouts of the Nie family's children outside the fog.

Nie Baishuang sighed secretly, put away his sword and got up, and said loudly: "Here, what are you anxious about!"

After a long time, when the purple mist dissipated.

Everyone, including the children of the Nie family, only saw the head of the Nie family wearing tattered clothes, holding a sword in his hand, standing alone in the middle of the street, with an unkind face.

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Ugly time.

Under the moonlight, two figures walked side by side on a small road on the outskirts of the city.

Zhao Wu'an was still wearing the black night clothes, wearing a hat straight, and carrying the Luoshen sword box for a long time.

And the person walking beside him was dressed in a black gauze over the purple clothes, and the ankles were covered with silver rings. Needless to say, it was naturally Dailou Sangyu who saved him at the last moment.

"I really didn't expect you to come to Shudi. Zhao Wuan said with emotion.

On behalf of Lou Duyun, he came to help him, and it was reasonable. After all, this Miao King has already taken the opportunity of his attack on Dengyun Tower to announce his fake death, and now he is considered free, so it is not surprising where he goes.

It's just that Dailou Sangyu is now the new Miao King who has replaced Dailou Duyun, and there are still a lot of messes left by his brother that have not been cleaned up.

Dailou Sangyu walked silently, without saying a word, stepping barefoot on the rugged mountain road in Shudi.

"What, angry with me?" Zhao Wu'an asked.

Dailou Sangyu buried his head and walked seriously, still without saying a word.

Staring at her scarred feet, Zhao Wu'an sighed: "Why didn't you come to Shudi and find a pair of straw shoes to wear, the ground here is not softer than Miao Jiang." ”

Dailou Sangyu turned his face away: "Yes, it's broken." ”

"You must have a few more pairs when you go out, didn't Uncle tell you?"

Dailou Sangyu puffed out his cheeks angrily, and with every step, he stepped heavily on his feet on the ground, as if he was about to shake the ground.

Zhao Wuxin sighed secretly, hurried to Dailou Sangyu, patted her on the head, untied the sword box behind him and handed it to her.

Dailou Sangyu, who took the sword box, didn't know why, and looked up in a daze, but Zhao Wu'an had already squatted down.

"Come on, I'll carry you. ”

"......" Dailou Sangyu didn't say a word, put the sword box on his back, and still put his hand on Zhao Wu'an's shoulder.

Zhao Wu'an stood up slowly.

"But I don't know where you're going, so why don't you point to the next road?" asked Zhao Wu'an.

“...... Well. Dailou Sangyu responded in a sullen voice, and a warm breath sprayed on the back of Zhao Wu'an's neck.

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the hustle and bustle of Jinguan City has been left behind. There was silence on the mountain road, and only the wind that was still steep came from the empty valley, causing the mulberry branches to murmur.

Zhao Wu'an walked slowly on the dark mountain road, discerning the road by the bright moonlight. On behalf of Lou Sangyu's ability to recognize the way, he was naturally relieved, as long as she said left or right, he strode forward.

Why Dailou Sangyu came to Shudi, and where to take him at this time, Zhao Wu'an didn't know anything.

But that doesn't matter. Zhao Wu'an will always have the same trust in Dailou Sangyu, and vice versa.

Although this time, Zhao Wuan did not hesitate to deceive everyone for the layout, but there is still some time before the final hand, before that, he might as well accompany this little girl who doesn't know how many times he saved his life again.

Under the moon, the west mountain, the east sky has revealed the white of the fish belly.

Zhao Wu'an thought that Dailou Sangyu, who was lying on his back, was asleep, and was walking aimlessly on a long mountain road, but suddenly there was a sobbing sound from the back of his neck.

Zhao Wu'an hurriedly stopped. "What's wrong?"

The sobbing continued. Even though she could hear her trying to suppress it, her body couldn't stop shaking.

Zhao Wu'an was at a loss for a moment.

“...... Idiot. Dailou Sangyu suddenly scolded.

Zhao Wu'an was stunned, and smiled helplessly: "Even if you say so......"

He stopped suddenly.

Dai Lou Sangyu stretched his neck and imprinted a dragonfly kiss on his neck.