Give the world of mixed martial arts a little bit of the shock of the Thunderbolt Monk

In the desert, Shu Twelve walked in the wind. The boy with blond hair and white clothes walked in the yellow sand, becoming a natural protective color.

Shu Twelve obtained Jade Bodhi's promise from Mu Lingshan Pass that he would not treat Ji Wuxia, and saw that Ru Yueying was still willing to maintain his friendly stance towards Ji Wuxia, so he left the city and took the initiative to find traces of Ji Wuxia.

Speaking of trust, he naturally believed that Ji Wuxia would not be overwhelmed by Bo Xun's will, but according to the current situation, the other party might be doing something extremely dangerous.

Coming to kill Ru Yueying, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is the meaning of the world of desire. Ru Yueying is too special. This specialness not only makes him an object of great protection by the right way, but also makes the enemy want him more. Kill him.

If Jade Bodhi really has a way to get Ji Wuxia out of her identity as Nuya without hurting her, Shu Twelve is willing to convince Ji Wuxia. He understands the other party's inner struggle, and he hopes she can be free.

"There are snow crystals, over here."

Thanks to the unique climate in the desert, many people's external amplifiers have become more conspicuous and easier to find. Whether it is snow or flowers, they will become extremely conspicuous on the barren yellow sand.

Just like Ji Wuxia, wherever she walked, she would leave a trail of brilliant snow. The snow crystals formed by the condensation of skills were more durable and difficult to melt than ordinary snowflakes. This gave Shu Twelve clues to find someone.

Generally speaking, if you are looking for someone in the desert and there is no exact route, you can only look for a needle in a haystack. But fortunately, Shu Twelve himself has some experience in this kind of technique that can create air-conditioning, ice and snow, and he is even more cautious when searching. keen.

Because beside him, his mother also had similar abilities. Even compared to Ji Wuxia who was just a snowflake attached to his sword moves, his mother was better at freezing the enemy to pieces.

Shu Twelve believes that he can find Ji Wuxia as long as he follows the snow crystals left by the other party and pursues him. He understood that Ji Wuxia liked to do chivalry and justice, so when the clues were disconnected, he did not need to rush to inquire, he only needed to go to the nearby place where the bandits were most rampant.

"...It's Sister Ji's sword move."

Sure enough, as Shu Twelve expected, he found traces of Ji Wuxia's visit in the stronghold of a group of bandits. This den of bandits was quite large, but at this moment, they were all wiped out. The corpses on the ground were covered with a layer of crystal clear snowflakes, giving off a strange sense of beauty.

Shu Twelve touched the wall made of sand and stones with his hands. In this barren desert, a stronghold of a group of desperadoes not only lacked strong building materials, but also lacked people who were proficient in building houses.

The buildings in the Buddhist garrison city were basically built by innate people who showed their magical powers. Their quality is better than most buildings in today's world. As long as there is no strong external impact, there will be no landslides.

But this place was different. It was different from the place where Shu Twelve lived before. The wall in front of him was simply a shoddy project. He could grab a lot of wall stones just by holding his hand.

But what he is looking at is not the strength of the wall. What he sees in front of him is just an ordinary broken wall. But in the upper part where the broken wall disappears, the break is extremely smooth, as if someone had cut it off with a knife.

It was this wall with the upper part cut off that made Shu Twelve feel a familiar aura. Combined with the snow and frost covering the corpses on the ground, he could say with certainty that it was Ji Wuxia who wiped out the sand bandits here.

"The upper part is missing. It must have been slashed with great strength. The opponent drew the sword too fast, and because he was very impatient, he failed to control the strength."

While Shu Twelve stroked the half-remaining wall, he looked at other traces of fighting around him. There were no large pieces of bricks and stones, which meant that the places where they were chopped off were shattered by excessive force. Some of the corpses were beyond recognition, and they had suffered the same damage. of momentum.

There were also hemp ropes on the ground that had been cut with a knife, and cages and leather were destroyed. There should have been captured people and supplies here at that time.

"Sister Ji..."

Through the traces left here, Shu Twelve judged that Ji Wuxia was in a bad mood and could not control the strength of his attack. Now she is troubled by something.

After re-judging the direction, Shu Twelve left the bandit stronghold where corpses littered the fields. This time he did not miss the cold figure.

The melodious singing is elegant and mixed with a hint of sadness. The snow gradually covers up the yellow sand. The flying snow in the sky is mixed with the wind and the song. If it were not for the person in front of me who still has a few touches of blue, she would also be covered by the overwhelming white. , missing.

"Sister Ji...uh!"

A figure he hadn't seen for a long time came into view. The cold snow around him couldn't affect the young man's passionate and excited heart. But just when he was surprised, what he called was a big and unusual snowstorm.

His vision was drowned by the pale snowflakes. The small and beautiful snow crystals turned into sharp white blades and scraped against the young man's cheek, causing pain on his face.

"Sister Ji, it's me, I'm Shu Twelve!"

Shu Twelve was not afraid of the cold and strong wind. He just thought that he was too far away from Ji Wuxia at this time and was mistaken for someone who came to harass. In order to prove his identity, Shu Twelve drew out his long sword and chopped open the frantic chaos in front of him. The wind and snow continue to move forward.

As Ji Wuxia's figure gradually enlarged, the people in front seemed to feel something and turned around. Just when Shu Twelve thought that the other party would laugh and call his name back like before, the intuition of a martial arts practitioner in his mind went crazy. There was a sound, and the body reacted the latest, stopping suddenly.

The first thing that caught his eye was Ji Wuxia's wary eyes. At this moment, the Tairuoshan sword was unsheathed, and its tip stopped three inches from Shu Twelve's throat.

Seeing this scene, Shu Twelve couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't understand why Ji Wuxia wanted to draw a sword against him.

"Ji..."

"Why did you come here?"

Just when he was about to open his mouth to explain something, Ji Wuxia spoke first.

"I said that from now on we part ways, no matter who it is, don't try to influence my future."

"..."

Hearing this, Shu Twelve finally calmed down. What Ji Wuxia said was different from their conversation at that time, and could even be said to be completely different.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around secretly. Besides the flying snow created by Ji Wuxia, there were other smells. The wind and snow could cover up some sounds, but it could not cover up the mice outside the snow.

He remembered that even if he wanted to leave, the Desire Realm would never give up their Nuya, so no matter where Ji Wuxia went, he might be followed by people from the Desire Realm.

If he shows his closeness to Ji Wuxia at this time and is noticed by people in the world of desire, then he is likely to become a pawn that threatens Ji Wuxia to change his position. This will not only get him into trouble, but also become a drag on the other party.

Seeing that Ji Wuxia's sword-holding hand remained motionless, Shu Twelve understood that this was giving him a chance to fight back. Just now, in order to cut through the wind and snow blocking his way, his sword had already been unsheathed. At this time, he only needed to turn the sword to knock off the tip of the sword pointed at his throat.

"I want to talk to you."

Similarly, Shu Twelve changed his expression of surprise and turned serious.

"I have nothing to discuss with Buddhism."

"You killed Ruyueying."

"Ha, so what?"

Ji Wuxia pointed coldly at the edge of her sword, revealing its edge. As she sneered, the surrounding wind and snow intensified. The scene at this time was far different from the so-called desolate desert.