The Legend of Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty: Wanxuan colleagues + episodes

"Ah~"

Wan Wan's head became more and more chaotic, she wanted to kill, it seemed that only killing could make her feel better, she knew who was in front of her, but the person in front of her was the best target to kill.

"Go away, I can't control myself!"

"I'll just leave like this, you will get mad." How could Shi Feixuan agree with Wanwan's words.

"Feixuan, if Wanwan keeps forcibly holding back her murderous intent, something will happen to her if this continues," one of the women who had just repelled the Flying Eagle Cultists reminded Shi Feixuan.

Concubine Shixuan naturally knew what Shen Luoyan said, and she was extremely anxious, but what could she do? By the way, Concubine Shixuan's eyes fell on the jade flute on Wanwan's waist. above.

If it is a meditation song, maybe there is still a chance, thinking that Shi Feixuan immediately leaned towards Wanwan's waist, raising her hands, the flute on Wanwan's waist has already been in Shi Feixuan's hands, but it is too late to breathe a sigh of relief, Wanwan But Wan suddenly grabbed Shi Feixuan's hand holding the jade flute.

"Wan..." before Shi Feixuan could call out, Wanwan's remaining hand had already tightly strangled Shi Feixuan's neck, and a strong smell of blood entered Shi Feixuan's nose.

Secretly exerting force with her hands, Shi Feixuan only felt that it was difficult to breathe, but Wanwan only wanted to kill the person in front of her who wanted to sneak attack her.

Concubine Shixuan gradually felt a little powerless, and the jade flute that I was holding in my hand also fell out of her hand because of being held by Wanwan and becoming weaker.

"Bangdang~"

The jade flute fell to the ground and broke into several pieces. In the jade flute, a small white strip of cloth fell off the wall of the flute. The cloth strip was very thin, so even if it was not on the front, the handwriting on the cloth strip was very clear.

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☆、Chapter 170

Seeing that the situation was in danger, Shen Luoyan wanted to go over, but was held back by Shang Xiuxun. She would only irritate Wanwan in the past, so she had no choice but to raise her volume and said, "Wanwan, that's Concubine Xuan, Concubine Shi Xuan, have you forgotten?"

The voice hit her ears and touched Wanwan's thoughts. She also slowly stopped her hand, and Shi Feixuan had a chance to breathe.

"Feixuan?" Wanwan murmured, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, although her eyes were still in a state of blankness, but her hand had slowly left Shi Feixuan's neck.

Wanwan only felt that her head was in a mess, and a voice told her not to believe anyone, but her rationality told her not to do so. In her body, there was a violent conflict between Lu Miaozi's internal force and relic's internal force, and there was a bloody smell in her mouth. Man Bu, it was obvious that she had bitten her own lip.

Wanwan felt that she was going crazy, and then a faint scent of sandalwood came from her nose, and a warm object touched her. This feeling was very familiar to her, but now she only felt fear, she was afraid of herself will get out of hand again.

"Wanwan, it's okay, don't be afraid, it's okay, I'll be with you." Shi Feixuan tried her best to calm her tone, speaking in what she thought was the softest voice.

Her hands subconsciously tightened Wanwan's waist. She was afraid that Wanwan would push her away, and she was even more afraid that Wanwan would continue to hurt herself because of this. The murderous intent, then let her come, the person who will accompany Wanwan to hell should be her Shi Feixuan.

"Wanwan, it's okay"

The soft voice next to her ear made Wanwan gradually calm down. She forcibly suppressed the restless internal force in her body. The blood in her eyes gradually receded, but her head still hurt a lot. Because of the forceful suppression of relic's internal power, her head seemed to be splitting open.

"Five Days"

"Wanwan?" The weak voice that came into her ears made Shi Feixuan a little afraid to confirm.

"I'm coming... to pick you up..."

After speaking with all her strength, Wanwan leaned on Shi Feixuan's shoulder and passed out.

"Wanwan!"

"Feixuan?" The familiar voice on the other side distracted Fan Qinghui for a moment, Song Yuzhi seized the opportunity to force Fan Qinghui step by step, Fan Qinghui could only back away again and again in order to deal with it.

Song Yuzhi's offensive was too fierce, and the energy of the relic was too domineering. Fan Qinghui was hit by Wanwan's palm earlier, and defended on the premise that she did not want to hurt Song Yuzhi. She was already at a disadvantage. Instead, Song Yuzhi became more courageous as he fought, while Fan Qinghui struggled more and more, and his face became paler.

Looking at the person in front of her, Fan Qinghui had a feeling that she seemed to be going through a serious injury this time.

Thinking about it this way, Song Yuzhi slammed out a palm, heading towards Fan Qinghui's chest. Song Yuzhi must have tried her best this time, but Fan Qinghui felt a cold and biting deterrence. Under this deterrence, her The movement was actually half a beat slower.

Seeing the unavoidable palm blade, Fan Qinghui thought to himself, and couldn't help speeding up the pace of retreating, but this catastrophe seemed to be unstoppable.

There was no way to avoid it, but Fan Qinghui's arm was grabbed from behind, and then he was quickly pulled behind the visitor.

"Bang~"

Everyone only heard a loud noise, and without warning, in front of what Fan Qinghui could see, two splitting energies collided, and then a gust of wind was stirred up, and the palms collided The airflow generated hit the clothes of the person in front of her, and the black gauze dress she was so jealous of fluttered with the wind of her palm.

"Yuyan?" Fan Qinghui looked at the back of the person in front of her, lost her mind for a moment, and subconsciously called out.

Zhu Yuyan also didn't want to confront Song Yuzhi for a long time, so she secretly raised the internal force of Tian Moyin, rotated with one hand, half retracted her hand, and then pushed it out violently.

Between the two, a gust of air exploded, Song Yuzhi was obviously outnumbered and was hit in the waist, she took a few steps back suddenly, her eyes became even redder.

The current Zhu Yuyan, to Song Yuzhi who has been controlled by the demonic nature, is an existence that does not kill unhappy, she has enough energy, and once again waved towards Zhu Yuyan.

Seeing this, Fan Qinghui subconsciously grabbed Zhu Yuyan's shoulders, she was no longer able to support herself, she needed to rely on Zhu Yuyan for support: "Yuyan, don't hurt her too much" her tone sounded very weak.

But this time it seemed that Zhu Yuyan didn't need to make a move. A scholar in white took the lead, received Song Yuzhi's attack, and began to fight with him.

The white-clothed scholar was very smart. Song Yuzhi went crazy, and she didn't use any common sense strategies in her natural movements. Grasping this point, she successfully controlled Song Yuzhi's hands, tapped Song Yuzhi's acupoints, and stopped her from moving.

But under the control of demon nature, Song Yuzhi will definitely break through the acupoints violently, which is not good for Song Yuzhi, and will definitely leave injuries, so she quickly took out a jug that looked like a jug, opened the stopper, and pinched Song Yuzhi's chest He poured it into her mouth, and then quickly untied Song Yuzhi's acupoints.

"You?" Song Yuzhi looked at the person in front of her, and said something puzzled. Before she had time to think about anything, she just felt a burst of drowsiness, and she fell into the scholar's arms when her eyes went dark.

"An'er?" Fan Qinghui looked at the white-clothed scholar in front of him, his tone trembling, as if he was very excited.

Hearing Fan Qinghui's voice, the white-clothed scholar handed Song Yuzhi to the disciple of Cihang Jingzhai, took off his hat, and his ink-dyed hair immediately fell down, and then turned his head to face Fan Qinghui.

"Master~, the apprentice is late." The woman knelt down in front of Fan Qinghui, two teardrops quietly hung on her cheeks.

Fan Qinghui looked at the kneeling woman and wanted to step forward to help her up, but she had forgotten that she didn't have the strength at all, so she staggered when she took a step, but fortunately Zhu Yuyan supported her.

"Go and sit"

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Yuyan supported Fan Qinghui to the chair behind her and sat down.

"Okay, it's good to be back, get up quickly." Fan Qinghui leaned on the chair, looked at the person kneeling in front of her, and said.

Zhu Yuyan noticed that Wanwan's situation had changed, so she walked to Shi Feixuan's side. At this time, Shi Feixuan was taking Wanwan's pulse, while Shen Luoyan and Shang Xiuxun were standing beside the two of them. However, when she saw Zhu Yuyan approaching, Shen Luoyan nodded respectfully, stepped aside, and called "Honorable Lord"

"How is it?" Zhu Yuyan looked at Wanwan. At this moment, her injured hand was completely bandaged, but there was still a little blood on the cloth strip.

"Wanwan's relic's internal energy is getting harder and harder to control. This time, it's okay. She can still control herself. She's just in a coma, her internal energy is a little loose, and she suffered some skin injuries, but"

Shi Feixuan didn't go into details about the rest, and Shi Feixuan didn't know what to do next time, the magic of relic was completely beyond her imagination, the change of Yuzhi and Wanwan this time is a warning, They seemed to underestimate Shirley.