I have a passive skill.

Yu Zhiwen: "..."

Seeing Xu Xiaoshou holding his head and struggling, he burst into tears suddenly.

"You look like a child."

Xu Xiaoshou immediately became angry.

"You are just like a child! You are like a child from head to toe!"

His eyes suddenly froze: "Except for this..."

"Ouch!"

After being slapped across the face, Xu Xiaoshou struggled to get up halfway, and was pushed down to the ground by Yu Zhiwen.

After the girl shot with red ears, she realized that she was using too much force.

"No, are you alright?"

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

This girl, is there a memory clip?

Here again?

"fine."

"I saved your life, is this how you repay your lifesaver?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, my head, my hands, my whole body don't hurt at all."

Xu Xiaoshou didn't even change his tone.

Yu Zhiwen blinked her beautiful eyes, faintly feeling that these words were very familiar.

After thinking about it, isn't this what Xu Xiaoshou said just now?

Verbatim?

"Good guy!"

Her smiling eyes suddenly curled up, raised her fist, and threatened: "You're so talkative!"

"You want to hit me again?"

Xu Xiaoshou rolled his eyes.

Yu Zhiwen has learned not to accept any rhetorical questions from Xu Xiaoshou, he raised his chin and pursed his lips.

"Yes!"

"Deceived, passive value, +1."

Xu Xiaoshou's coquettish words were interrupted abruptly by the message board.

The pillar of molten light beside the ear was still shooting into the sky.

The black hole is buzzing, and the space is rapidly repairing.

The screaming bone giants came and went one after another, and the apes on both sides of the strait couldn't help crying, maybe it was like this.

And within the doomsday, the frozen picture of the two seemed to have really quieted down.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the girl who raised her fist and feigned anger in a daze.

The cherry lips on the goose egg's face were a little vermilion, and the scattered black hair was melodious in the noise of the wind.

Bright eyes and white teeth, tears are slightly cool.

There is a hint of anger provoked in the rain of pear blossoms, just like the quiet years of the two of them still remaining in this apocalyptic world.

"A pretty girl, what kind of veil is she wearing?"

Xu Xiaoshou withdrew her gaze and pushed her fist away.

Feeling that half of his body had recovered, he slowly raised himself up.

"What a beauty, the veil..."

Yu Zhiwen was puzzled, his beautiful eyes widened suddenly, and his palms patted his cheeks in a panic.

As soon as she touched it, she knew it, and the veil was gone.

"you!"

Wanxia didn't, but Xu Xiaoshouguang has been in this short period of time, but he doesn't know how many times he has seen this girl blush.

This is too familiar!

He said with a smile: "I thought there would be some kind of maverick scars, or signs left by youth and ignorance, but there were none."

"You look so good-looking, what kind of veil are you wearing? Is it a girl from another family who is afraid of stimulation?"

"I..." Yu Zhiwen Qiao blushed again.

He could hear that Xu Xiaoshou was praising himself.

But why did the words from this guy sound so awkward?

"you shut up!"

She held her face and turned her head away.

The scene of the doomsday seems to be more beautiful than Xu Xiaoshou at this moment.

Yu Zhiwen's heart was beating wildly. She knew that there was a spare veil in her ring, but suddenly she couldn't remember it.

Xu Xiaoshou laughed and said nothing, instead of continuing to tease the girl, he focused his gaze on the pillar of molten light that blew him away.

He reacts very quickly.

When he realized that this thing would explode again, he actually thought about taking out the Yuan Mansion.

But at that time, it was no longer possible for Yu Zhiwen to know the situation of Yuan Mansion.

He didn't know that if Yuanfu Space couldn't withstand this blow, it would be broken.

Then, in the different dimension, will he die on the spot, or will he be exiled to the void?

Or...

Travel again?

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't afford to bet.

He is not well educated.

For the study of space and physics, I just know the simple adage of "give me a fulcrum", and I can't remember the next sentence.

Similar to three-dimensional, four-dimensional, and folding space theory...

He couldn't figure it out.

Since you can't figure it out, the best way to take this blow is to use your body!

So, after covering himself with a tortoise shell from Sang Lao, he grabbed the bronze sculpture.

Sure enough, the tortoise shell was instantly blown away.

As a last resort, he could only turn into a berserk giant, and then barely protect Yu Zhiwen.

"So, what about the big bathtub?"

Xu Xiaoshou's "perception" spread, and finally found the Fang Danding that was blasted into the ground far away.

Unexpectedly, this thing has no cracks at all.

"As expected, it belongs to that old guy..."

Suspiciously drawn, Xu Xiao used his sword intent to control the big bathtub to fly back.

This means that the lifting force of the explosion was too great, and he couldn't hold the big bathtub anymore.

Otherwise, if you really want to be covered by this thing, maybe you don't have to be hurt so badly at this moment!

Silently retract the bathtub.

Yu Zhiwen also watched silently from the side.

Neither of them spoke.

At this time, the energy of the melting beam of fire seemed to be about to be released.

A faint shadow was revealed in the beam of light.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't dare to use his perception to probe.

It's too hot.

One touch is the feeling that the soul burns.

This aura seemed to be hotter than his Jinzhao aura.

I'm afraid that if Sang Lao came, he might not be able to emit this flame breath.

"What the hell?"

He frowned and squinted his eyes, before he could see the faint light and shadow inside, the surrounding earth suddenly began to tremble together.

"This is……"

Yu Zhiwen and Xu Xiaoshou looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

"Sword Intent?"

That shadow hidden in the pillar of molten light turned out to be a sword?

"There are four swords?"

Xu Xiaoshou blurted out immediately, and this time, he even had the urge to pull out the Heiluo scabbard to verify it.

"No."

Yu Zhiwen shook his head directly.

Her pair of star pupils became lively, she stared straight at the pillar of molten light, and finally couldn't help covering her red lips in amazement.

"What is it?"

Xu Xiao was asked.

"Yan Mang!"

Yu Zhiwen's voice could not conceal the horror.

"Yan Mang... what is it?"

Yu Zhiwen tilted his head, looked at Xu Xiaoshou dully and in disbelief, and then exhaled slowly:

"Famous sword, number three!"

"Famous sword?"

Xu Xiaoshou's heart tightened all of a sudden.

He has seen famous swords!

Su Qianqian's tomb is named Chengxue, the tearful cane that draws the magic stick, the swordsman Yue Lian, the stunning enchantress of the Nine Swordsmen...

But these are not his swords!

As a swordsman, if you say that you have to rely on your own spirit to cultivate "Tibetan bitterness" into a famous sword, it is not false.

Xu Xiaoshou really felt that he could do it.

But in the same way, as a swordsman, I saw that other people's swordsmen could hold famous swords in their hands, but I could only hold a mere eighth-grade spiritual sword from the scabbard of the Eighth Sword Immortal's sword... …

It's not hard to say, it's actually fake.

Xu Xiaoshou needs a sword.

Under certain circumstances where "Tibetan bitterness" can't be overcome at present, he doesn't have to be forced to give up the strongest swordsmanship and use the sword of refining spirit and body training!

At this moment, it exploded on his side, blowing himself to pieces, and almost died in this vision of heaven and earth on the spot.

Fire system!

Famous sword!