The sun sets, and the afterglow is reflected. The sunset was framed with gold by the afterglow, and the blood-red falling rì hung obliquely on the top of the mountain.

Ziyan had been hanging on this city gate for a day and a night, and she was awake and fainted, and so on and so on, she couldn't remember how many times she was awake and how many times she was unconscious. She felt that the fall of the west slope was her fate, and she originally hoped that the disciples of Yi Sect would come down the mountain to save her.

However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and gradually, she was already desperate, and no longer had any hope for life, only hoping that death would come soon and take her life.

After all, she still woke up from the coma again and again, when the sunset hung on the mountain, and on several towering trees next to the city wall of Wofeng Town, several crows chirped sadly.

She said silently in her heart: "Ziyan, Ziyan, you are finally going to meet the king of Hades, hehe, drunken king, we will see you again in the next life." ”

Her chapped lips, the skin on her face was a little sunburned by the sun, and her white clothes were stained with blood, she pondered for a long time, her eyes became heavy a little bit, and she was about to pass out again.

However, just as she was about to close her eyes, a group of people came from the clouds, led by a man holding a familiar wine jug, she smiled bitterly and lamented: "I am thinking nonsense again, the drunkard will not come down the mountain to save himself." ”

"Fourth junior brother, it seems that there is purple smoke hanging on the city gate, you go and rescue them, and these turtle grandsons will be handed over to us to deal with. A voice shouted, followed by swords and swords, and a fight.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The sound of killing shook the sky, and a swift shadow swept up. With a wave of his hand, the split palm shook out a strong air current, and Ziyan's body was light. The whole person floated, and she secretly said in her mind, "Why am I floating? Is this death?"

"Purple smoke, purple smoke ......" However, she felt her body being steadily followed by a pair of powerful hands, and she felt that she was being held in her arms by someone, and she tried to open her eyes. A familiar face, anxiously calling out his name.

She chuckled and shouted softly with the last of her strength. "Drunken King!" her throat was dry with smoke, and she was so tired that she fainted again.

Drunken Jun hugged Ziyan and raised his feet. Horizontal kicks and vertical kicks. Kicked away the disciples of the Barbarian Ghost Sect who came up, and Gu Jian Han danced the Qianqiu Sword in his hand, raised and fell with his sword, and angrily slashed the heads of these demon pawns.

Yao Shenwu also danced a heavenly sword through the wind and rain, the swordsmanship was extremely jīng Zhan, the sword qi was like a rainbow, and he slashed these thieves of the barbarian ghost gate, and he was brave.

The Desolate rolls up his robe. Arcs were drawn, and the air currents carried the weapon in his hand. Without fear, he slaughtered all the disciples of these barbarian ghost sects.

"Kill!"

Gu Jian Han roared angrily, the sword shadow was like the wind, slashing all the way, killing a bloody path, leading the disciples of Yi Sect, killing these people of the Demon Dao of the Barbarian Ghost Sect to the point of not leaving a piece of armor.

Seeing the situation, the ghost king of the Barbarian Ghost Gate hurriedly retreated step by step, leading Yi Zong's disciple to the city of Wangwofeng Town little by little.

Yao Shenwu took the lead, the long sword swept fiercely, the sword qi was raging, and the wind swept like a cloud, killing these barbarian ghost gate pawns to the point of crying wolves.

Gu Jian Han just shouted, don't enter Wofeng Town, but it's too late, it's fast, the city gate "boom" fell, and on the other side of the city gate that just rushed into the city gate, there was also a "boom" deafening, and hundreds of disciples of Yi Zong were instantly locked in a small space.

Gu Jianhan was stunned and shouted: "Get out of the way, let me come!"

Everyone dodged a way, Gu Jianhan took a step forward, waved his sword blade, raised his hand and slashed out with a sword, and a sword qi shook out, "snort", the sword qi arrived, but the iron gate that was closed down did not move at all.

"Oops, it's a trick!" Gu Jianhan said eagerly, "I didn't expect these demonic people to use the space of the city gate to besiege us, and we can't split this iron gate at all." ”

Everyone was in an uproar, and some disciples shouted, "Third Senior Brother, what should we do?"

Gu Jianhan's eyebrows sank, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't mess with yourself, let's think of a way to see how to escape." ”

"Haha...... Yi Zong's boys, in my barbarian ghost sect's 'ghost control formation', you don't want to escape!......" The ghost king roared angrily, his face was full of rotten faces, maggots crawled all over, revealing scarlet fangs.

Some timid Yi Sect disciples shouted in fright.

Drunken Jun hugged the unconscious Ziyan, slowly put the Ziyan down, and said in a low voice: "Don't shout, since you are trapped, stay calm and see what you can do." ”

The desolate descendant stepped forward, took out a few pills from his arms and handed them to Drunken Jun, and said in a low voice: "Fourth Senior Brother, before leaving, Senior Sister Seventh gave me some pills, presumably useful to the Purple Smoke Girl, you quickly let her take it!"

Drunken Jun hesitated slightly, took the pill from the desolate hand, and said, "Thank you!" Then he opened Ziyan's lips with his hand, stuffed the pill into Ziyan's mouth, and then helped Ziyan to sit upright, he put his palms on Ziyan's shoulders, and followed her meridians, infusing her with true spiritual energy.

His eyes were closed, and between the palms of his palms, a breath filled with breath, which slowly injected into Ziyan's body from his palms.

Gu Jianhan, Yao Shenwu, and Desolate Descendants held this weapon in their hands, stood beside them, and watched silently. After half a cup of tea, beads of sweat the size of beans had oozed from Zuijun's forehead, and a puff of white smoke rose above his head.

Those Yi Sect disciples who had never seen this formation were arguing about how to escape, only this ancient sword cold, Yao Shenwu, Desolate Descendant, and the drunken monarch who had injected true spiritual qi into Ziyan were calm and composed.

Finally, Ziyan coughed softly a few times, and slowly woke up, she slowly opened her eyes, glanced at these Yi Sect disciples, and muttered, "Am I dead?"

The Desolate Descendant grinned and said, "Purple Smoke Girl has woken up, Fourth Senior Brother, look at it!"

Drunken Jun slowly withdrew his true spiritual qi, raised his sleeves, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and said in a low voice of concern: "Ziyan, how is it?

Ziyan turned around and threw herself into the arms of the drunken king, a burst of hot tears filled her eyes, and the hot tears soaked the drunken king's clothes, and she actually choked up with a burst of sobbing, which surprised everyone.

Drunken Jun stiffened his body for a while, and finally raised his hand, hugged her in his arms, gently stroked her hair, and comforted: "Ziyan, it's okay, everything is fine, I'm here!"

Zi Yan's heart was even more sour, and he couldn't cry anymore, holding Zuijun tightly with both hands, choking up.

Gu Jianhan, Yao Shenwu, Desolate Descendants and others also felt sour in their hearts, and Gu Jianhan said decisively: "Right now, we are thinking about how to break this 'Ghost Suppression Formation', and one more minute in this will be a little more detrimental to us." ”

Yao Shenwu pondered for a while, "I want to try this 'Ghost Resisting Formation' with the strength of a few of us to see how it goes?"

Gu Jianhan agreed: "What the sixth senior brother said is reasonable, I can't split it alone, it doesn't mean that we can't split it when we join forces." ”

The drunken monarch slowly removed Ziyan from his arms and said softly: "Ziyan, we are trapped by the Barbarian Ghost Gate, we have to think of ways to break this formation." ”

Ziyan looked around, and sure enough, she was locked in a small space between the gates of Wofeng Town, and suddenly, she blushed, stopped sobbing, wiped her tears, and stood up with the help of the drunken king.

Gu Jianhan, Yao Shenwu, and the Desolate Descendants were wielding their weapons at the same time, engulfing up a strong current and shaking towards the hard iron gate.

"You don't have to make much effort, this is the 'Ghost Guarding Formation' of the Barbarian Ghost Gate!" Ziyan saw the Ghost King and the disciples of the Barbarian Ghost Gate standing outside the iron gate at a glance, and before she finished speaking, she saw that Gu Jian Han, Yao Shenwu, and Desolate were all bounced out by the strong air currents radiating from the iron gate.

Drunken Jun was stunned, stared at Ziyan, and said in a deep voice: "Ziyan, isn't it that you can break this formation?"

Purple Smoke looked at the drunken monarch affectionately, nodded, and said with a smile: "The Barbarian Ghost Sect uses the method of enslavement to make hungry ghosts, especially the use of evil spirits to borrow corpses to resurrect souls and mutilate living beings, and their 'ghost control formation' is used to deal with hungry ghosts." However, we are human beings, although this formation is powerful, but when they meet my purple smoke, they are considered unlucky!"

The stunned gods of everyone looked at Ziyan, and they all showed their expectations......)