"Tsk. ”

Mo Xian clenched his teeth and let out a sigh, and with difficulty raised his right hand, which had been dislocated and deformed, and staggered back to his feet, holding on to the ground.

"Whew..."

The wind doesn't know where it comes from, and it's cold and chilling.

With Mo Xian as the center, hundreds of feet in front of him were black-clothed people who looked coldly. Nearly two miles away in the rear, there were three people who had stopped, Peony, Xia Xun, and Xiahou. Although the expressions of the four people in front and behind were different, they also had a thousand words and could not speak.

"Not dead?"

"It seems to be. ”

The sadness disappeared as Mo stood up, leaving him with heavier shock and doubt. The icy sunlight reflected a basin-sized glossy surface on the frost-covered ground through the hole in Mo Xian's chest nearly half a foot. Empty, cold, weird, shocked, shocked, shocked, terrifying, and many emotions are fused in the same scene, which really makes people not know what to say.

"Royal ~"

"Giggle..."

"Wow! Amitabha, what a big hole!"

The carriage from afar stepped down and stopped in front of Xia Xun and a few people. The fat monk in the car was the first to make a noise, jumped out of the carriage in an exaggerated step, raised his sackcloth sleeves and shouted at Mo Xian in the distance, and shouted: "Awesome my strong man! Such a big hole didn't kill you, and the feeling Lord Yama is your relative?

"Amitabha, the eight precepts must not be rude. ”

The little monk followed the fat monk and stepped out of the carriage, clasped his hands together and saluted slightly towards Xia Xun and the others, and said immaturely: "The little monk and junior brother are stubborn by nature, but their character is not bad, and please don't be surprised by the three donors." ”

The same line under the Chengbei Pass, the little monk came here and said it again, it seems that this fat monk's nature is really naughty enough. It's just that at this time, no one will care about the character of a bald donkey. Xia Xun, Peony, and Xia Hou all looked at Mo Xian in the distance with a worried look, and the infarction was unspeakable.

On the other end...

"Who are you?"

After running for dozens of miles to hunt so far, the man in black finally officially said the first sentence. The words were cold and silent, somewhat similar to the voice of the saint in the heart of the river. And the question in this sentence is very deep, because Mo Xian has already introduced himself not long ago. At that time, the man in black was hidden in the middle of the river, and there was no reason for him not to know who Mo Xian was. Therefore, the "who" in this question is the key, this "who" is not the other "who", it is the true face of Lushan, who are you.

"Ahem..."

"Yueyang Seven Stars... Cough... Disciple of the Academy, Mo Xian... Ahem... Poof..."

Mo Xian's injuries should be serious, at least it looks really serious. In just nine words, he coughed up three mouthfuls of blood from his throat before he finished speaking.

"Your physique is amazing. "Humanity in black.

"Pure Yang... It's just a wonderful. Mo Xian said.

The man in black shook his head: "Not necessarily." ”

Mo Xian trembled and clasped his hands into fists, and said, "Please also give advice." ”

Faced with Mo Xian's question, the shadow did not dwell on this: "I can spare your life." ”

"Thank you. ”

"Let's go. ”

"Poof..."

The blood bloomed like a flower, and Mo Xian coughed up a mouthful of blood again. He slowly put down his fist, his left hand faintly clenched his fist, put it on his waist, and said coldly: "Still... Please go first. ”

“......”

The eyes under the masked black cloth were shrunk into lines, with murderous intent: "You think I can't kill you?"

"No, you can kill me. ”

"Then what qualifications do you have to let me go first?"

When the man in black asked, Mo Xian turned his face sideways, looked at the white horse that had been parked next to Xia Xun two miles behind him, and the old monk who was sitting cross-legged on the carriage and meditating, and said coldly: "I just thought that you couldn't kill him anymore." ”

“......”

The words are a little strange, still unanswered, and some creepy horror.

As the conversation passed two or three sentences. The original dying aura on Mo Xian's body seemed to have improved. At least, when he said these words, not only did he not cough and vomit blood again, but also added a few wisps of cold arrogance from the past out of thin air. This proves that the vitality in his body, which is almost extinct, has begun to recover. And more importantly, it is the big hole in his heart. Although the wound is still gushing blood, between the flesh and blood, countless meridians as thin as wool are slowly wriggling on their own, just like the needles and threads in the hands of the girl's family, which are intertwined at the speed of the eye, growing and healing, sewing up the terrifying gap of the knife wound!

Obviously, the man in black had noticed such a terrifying scene a long time ago, so he had the previous question. It's just that Mo Xian's answer now makes him have to pay attention to another person first...

--On the carriage, an old monk sat cross-legged.

This old monk, he didn't know, but he could guess who he was. And the man in black can even conclude from his appearance that this is the person who fought with him one after another not long ago. Because, the first fluff is the golden shadow of the old monk.

Buddhism Sanzang is by no means idle.

This is the man in black, the first impression of the old monk.

It's just that the so-called here is by no means idle, but it does not simply refer to the old monk's cultivation that delayed him for nearly half a quarter with only three hairs hundreds of miles apart. Rather, the old monk was sitting cross-legged on the carriage at this time, and that breath was like a natural "charm".

He definitely has the strength to fight with himself.

"Silk ~"

At this point, the murderous intent in the hearts of the people in black gradually rose...

The pitch-black glow slowly converged, and the black sickle that drooped at will slowly retracted, faintly blooming with a cold glow.

The blood that remained on the blade flowed along the side blade to the tip of the knife, condensing into a plump and viscous drop of blood, hanging and crumbling. A hundred zhang away, Mo Xian steadily raised his left hand, a faint silver-white qi faintly covering his fist, staring at the pitch-black scythe in front of him. Two miles away, Xia Hou and Peony took a step forward at the same time and walked in front of Xia Xun. And the little monk on the side also took a step forward and walked to Xia Xun. Only the fat monk trembled and took a few steps back, hiding behind the old monk in the carriage, trembling and not daring to speak.

The icy air is gradually filling with murderous intent.

Looking at the old monk, the man in black said coldly: "I think I can kill him." ”

Mo Xian said: "You won't have a chance. ”

"Try it. ”

"Tick-tock. ”

The deep voice stirred up a slight tremor in the air, shaking off the drops of blood that hung from the tip of the knife. A drop of bright red melted on the hard ice. It was red and bright, cold and cold, but a trace of hot mist rose.

The cloth shoes sewn by black silk brocade cotton are slowly lifted...

However, at this very moment.

"That's it. ”

Just when the man in black was about to rob and kill again, the two words suddenly sounded in the frozen heaven and earth, and there was a faint sigh and a sigh in the gloom.

"Uh..."

For a while, a few small people within two miles were surprised.

After all, no one would have thought that at this critical time when the edge was just flourishing and the bloody war was about to start again, a saint dozens of miles away would suddenly shout such two words. It feels like child's play, and for no reason. Not long ago, it was obviously he who was the first to drink the word "kill" order, causing the man in black to go dozens of miles to hunt Xia Xun. Now suddenly saying that if you don't kill, you won't kill, what kind of thing is this?

"Order. ”

“......”

The man in black had just lifted his foot and stepped on the ground again.

"Oh, Nan Wu Amitabha, this feeling is good, but you don't need to scream. The noisy fat monk saw the aura of the black-clothed man in the distance gradually disappearing, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and the big hand of the fan kept fanning his face to drive away the shock, and he shouted: "Lord Buddha, a false alarm, a false alarm, but it can be scared to death! This disaster star is really incredible..."

"Eight precepts, don't be angry. ”

The little monk took a step back from Xia Xun's body, and admonished the fat monk immaturely. The fat monk seemed to be quite afraid of the little monk, so he didn't dare to refute, but just held back his mouth and put on a grimace of "You are a senior brother, you can do whatever you say".

And the other end.

The cold light faded, the black sickle returned to the sheath, and only the cold essence was still there.

Now that the order to kill has ended, there is no need for the man in black to stay here. Put away the scythe, turn around and raise your legs to walk back in the direction of Yingshui. It was only after taking a few steps that he seemed to remember something, and his steps stopped again. With his back to Mo Xian, who was a hundred zhang away, he said jerkyly: "Little Apocalypse Realm, you dare to teach me, you are very courageous." ”

After a hundred zhang, Mo Xian's vitality at this time was a little stronger, although the hole in his chest was still empty and panicked, but at least the blood gushing out of the wound had disappeared a lot. He looked at the back of the man in black, clenched his fists with both hands, and said, "I haven't asked your Excellency for your name yet." ”

"You can probably guess. "Humanity in black.

"Yu Li, I still have to ask. Mo Xian said coldly.

"Heh..."

The man in black tilted his head slightly and chuckled noncommittally.

"Chasing the soul downstairs, Tianzi No. 1, Dijiang. ”

"Instantly!"

The words rise with the wind, and the words fall with the sound.

After saying that, the black shadow man turned into a ghostly light again, forming a straight black line, extending hundreds of miles away.

He's gone...

Comes like the wind, goes like lightning. Not long after the man in black left, it was probably a dozen breaths.

"Mo Xian. ”

"Mo Xian. ”

The shouts of Xia Xun and Xia Hou came from a distance behind Mo Xian. Two snow-white horses, pulling a group of people on the other end, flew into the air.

"Royal..."

The carriage descended slowly, and before it could stop, Xia Hou jumped down from the carriage first, took two quick steps forward and pulled Mo Xian, and stared at the terrifying hole in Mo Xian's chest.

It's shocking, it's scary to look at, and the more you look at it, the more terrifying it becomes...

"Gollum..."

"Damn!"

Xia Hou couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, turning the joy, anger, surprise, and many complex emotions in his heart into a swear word: "You grandma dripping legs, what's the situation? Damn! I'm! You won't die later, right?"

"Uh..."

Mo is cold and cold, and language has always been his shortcoming. was sprayed by Xia Hou's mouthful of mixed foam, and he didn't know how to reply for a while.

"Can you show me first?"

Peony hurriedly followed with small broken steps, Xia Hou knew the severity, and hurriedly let go of his hand sideways to get out of the way: "Then you can take a look." ”

"Sha..."

Peony took a step forward and took out a snow-white handkerchief and a silver needle from her small waist bag. She placed a handkerchief over her right hand and tugged at the silver needle with her index finger and thumb.

"It's rude. ”

As she spoke, Peony gently lifted the strip of broken cloth covering Mo Xian's chest, and then used a silver needle to carefully probe the hollow wound under Mo Xian's ribs.

At this time, Mo Xian's wound had begun to scab, and the blood was basically not seeping. The broken ribs were wrapped in new tender flesh, revealing a few small sections of white piercing bones, which was very terrifying. In addition, the bloody flesh and skin are all strong muscles, and there is no inner intestine and organ that the human body should have, which is even more terrifying to watch. But compared to the incredible self-healing ability of Mo Xian's body, all this seems so insignificant.

"Tsk..."

Peony carefully probed Mo Xian's wound for more than a dozen needles in a row, and then did not continue to apply the needle. From the way her eyes gradually became heavier, it was clear that she must have discovered something terrible. Only, she didn't say it. After stopping the needle, Peony wrapped the handkerchief with the silver needle and put it back in her waist bag. Then he took a step back and turned to look at Xia Xun hesitantly. seems to have something to say, but I don't know where to start for a while. But with the tacit understanding between Peony and Xia Xun, many times words are superfluous. As long as the four eyes are facing each other, the spirit rhino naturally meets, and one look is a thousand words.

"Do you see that?" Xia Xun asked first.

"Yes. Peony nodded faintly: "I can see it." ”

Xia Xun pondered for a moment, and then reminded vaguely and cautiously: "Don't talk nonsense. ”

"Yes. Peony nodded in response.

"Tsk, I said you're not done with the two of you?!"

Seeing that Peony and Xia Xun were staring at each other, and playing dumb riddles without saying half of the words, Xia Hou was so angry that he couldn't help but interject and drank: "Brother and sister, tell me honestly, is Mo Xian dying?!If so, let's hurry up and think about it, don't rub it off?"

Peony turned sideways to look at Xiahou, reluctantly raised a smile, and said faintly: "Brother Hou, don't worry, Mo is idle." ”

"Oops... Amitabha, female donor, are you not practicing medical skills at home? With such a big hole in my heart, you say it's okay? I don't even believe it. ”

"Eight precepts..."

"I know, I've broken the vows again. ”

"It's good to know..."

“......”