Chapter 100

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In the Hundred Flowers Hall. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Leaving Lu Xue in a trance, it was time for Han Qiutong to take power.

"This person is not allowed by the imperial court, and escaping here with Princess Lime will bring a lot of trouble to our Baihua League, so it is better to give it to the imperial court, and it can also be used as a pawn. ”

"Lest the imperial court use this as an excuse to attack our Hundred Flowers League. “

The snow was miserable, and he saw the cold lime turn into snow in front of him.

Suddenly, he felt that this was the temperature.

Coldest temperatures.

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The hilt of the sword gagged Cold Lime's mouth, but there were tooth marks on his neck.

Jinxiu still ignored it, he was waiting for Liu Zhao's answer.

If the little princess Han Qiutong was still sober now, she would definitely be inexplicably angry, because in her heart, Jinxiu was wrong like this.

There is nothing wrong with people and people, standing in each other's perspective and position.

It's just that people are different.

If Dong Xuan was here, he must know that this difference was the reason for their relationship.

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"He's right, I can heal you all. Liu Zhao seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "If you want to control your unintentionality, I can also help you." ”

"Now, can you help me get him arrested? You know, he's called the Twilight Messenger."

Liu Zhao expressed the doubts that Jinxiu had always had.

Everything was clear, but the smell of blood on the field began to flood, and some of the second-vein flower envoys were already injured.

He had already heard the clamor in the city.

Even the smell of smoke has drifted here.

Blood and fire, unprovoked calamities.

Dogs in troubled times, demons in people's hearts.

"Can the antidote save the people of this city?"

Liu Zhao nodded.

Jinxiu knew the answer.

Jinxiu knocked out Han Qiutong who was wrapped around him.

The longsword was raised.

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"I never trust anyone, only what I see. ”

"So, it's destined to end you for this city full of flowers. ”

The sword is coming, Liu Mu has no way to retreat, he can only wait for the splendid killing.

"If I tell you where the Medicine King Valley is, will you still help my brother?"

Liu Mu's voice was full of temptation.

"There are countless medicinal herbs and peerless prescriptions there, although it is a little worse than the White Clothes Courtyard, but it will belong to you alone. Some rare treasures are in there, don't you really want them?"

"This sword is not for my selfishness, nor for your brother, but for the lives of countless people up and down this flower city!

His eyes were pure, looking at the demon in his cape.

This is the reason for the sword.

This is the answer to the heart.

Nothing else.

But Liu Mu held up a bottle in his hand.

There was a rare compliment in his eyes, "I promise you, after this matter is over, if I am still alive, I will relieve the medicine of the whole city." ”

"Don't worry, soon, he and I are destined to live only one!"

"And. ”

"This is my business with him, and I don't need you to interfere!"

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The splendid sword did not pierce after all.

He can't guarantee that Liu Zhao will be able to save the people, nor can he guarantee that Liu Mu will be kind and compassionate.

He watched,

Liu Mu walked down from in front of him with a porcelain vase.

The people around him began to fall asleep, no longer the overlapping of swords and swords, no longer screaming and madness.

The world that was so noisy just now, the world of blood, the world of fanaticism, the world of confusion, suddenly fell silent.

The battle between the pharmacists will never be seen or touched.

Between the silences.

Only Jinxiu and the flower of ice crystals on the high platform are the audience.

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Morning and twilight.

The flower is dead and withered, and the leaf is white.

The dove fell and wailed, and the blood was poor.

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The hair of the compassionate man seemed to fade in an instant, and the black turned white, and his face became infinitely wrinkled. In the blink of an eye, it returned to its original state, and then turned white again.

The face is evil, the skin is chapped inch by inch, the trance is clay, the blood flows out and turns black, and the scar falls off, as if it has never been injured, and the black blood of the seven orifices is flowing out again.

There seemed to be endless changes around the two of them, and dust was flying.

There seemed to be the sound of clothes being eroded, and the upper body of the man who was disposing of the shawl turned to powder.

There seems to be an infinite mystery in the waving of the two hands, purple and white, fleeting.

The Merciful One seemed to suddenly become extremely old, and his flesh and blood were rapidly dissolving, but he suddenly filled up again with a few strokes on himself.

The demonic man's hand walked along the cracks in his body, and his fingertips were like the magic of the way, smoothing the cracks that kept spreading on his body.

There seemed to be an invisible force in the air, and countless golden needles were parked in front of the merciful one, piercing one by one into the emitting man.

The man's face was full of evil intent, his hair danced without wind, and it seemed that a trace of purple gossamer was flying outward, and in the blink of an eye, it was colorless.

Withering glory and immortality are not stopped, and the mourning is endless.

Xu is night and day, black and white, and in an instant, the poison does not know, how much the two of them used, how much they solved.

The blood is inexhaustible, and the sorrow continues.

Both of them practice the Materia Medica, and the whole person's body is like a medicine furnace, and since ancient times, the medicine king Gu descendants are naturally not weak heroes in the rivers and lakes, and their kung fu is in the inside, in medicine, and in poison, which is already the peak of their work. Unfolded, incomparably terrifying to each other.

Jinxiu closed her eyes and saw the breath of the two of them forming a huge furnace, and colorful flames jumped in it.

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The flowers have completely melted.

The two people standing facing each other, the elder brother had already fallen to the ground.

Poison, after all, is worse than medicine.

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This operation is empty, and the medicine is divided into poisons.

In terms of medicine, the moves of the two of them are innumerable, and the ordinary seven veins may not necessarily win, after all, there are countless kinds of poison, and there are countless ways to administer poison. In addition to the ordinary classification, there is also a special classification of poisons: empty and medium. Emptiness is formless and insubstantial, such as pulse, such as air, and medium is a physical object, such as poisonous powder, such as poisonous insects. The White Clothes Courtyard then divided poisoning into two methods: the original and the technique. This is the use of media, and the operation is empty. Generally, the air needs to use the convergence of pulse, and it needs to use items.

In terms of medicine, the two of them are actually very weak, when the medicine is not used, the skills are not gathered, and the poison is not out, ordinary martial arts people can easily solve them, but the process is undoubtedly very dangerous, and maybe the two of them today are equivalent to the danger of the five vein masters.

After all, only between the pharmacist and the pharmacist can it be called a real contest.

People never understand, just like people don't understand.

Pulse comes from flesh and blood, and it is something that people cannot understand, formless and substantial, but real.

As if unconfirmed air.