The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Mo Ran's hands were clenched in the dark, his heart was beating like a drum, and the veins at his temples were twitching faintly. He stared at the tense situation in front of him, and there was a crazy thought screaming in his heart——Nangong Changying would ask for help at any time. It took Nangong Si's life.And is he really going to stand like this?Can he really stand there with peace of mind? !

He was shaking, he was suffering, but fortunately no one saw his strangeness, the line of life and death in the enchantment was like fine sand absorbing water, gathering all eyes.

The sword will be stained with blood at any time.

Wanmu was bleak, Mo Ran held the hidden weapon in his sleeve, and rubbed his fingertips on the edge of the sharp sleeve arrow. He wanted to do one thing, but that thing made his fear grow wildly like weeds...

Suddenly, Nangong Changying's body trembled.

The trembling was so obvious that everyone could see it clearly.

Xue Zhengyi said in shock: "What's wrong?!"

Nangong Changying couldn't see the specific direction of Nangong Si, and the position where he raised his sword was actually a bit off.But Nangong Si couldn't make a sound, a little sound, a little strange flow of wind could make Nangong Changying respond.

He stared at his ancestor's face palely and stubbornly, pursed his lips, the corners of his lips were full of wet blood.

"You are... Nangong... Si?"

"!!!"

Let alone Xue Zhengyi this time, many people standing in front who heard this sentence shivered.

——Is Nangong Changying conscious? ! ?

Mo Ran's face also changed abruptly, a cold light flashed in his sleeve, and he took back the dark arrow that was about to come in handy.His back was drenched in cold sweat, and his heart was beating wildly.

It's so dangerous... I almost exposed myself...

He felt lucky that he didn't have to, but then felt uneasy and sick at the luck that had occurred to him.

In front of this Jiaoshan, the two souls of his previous life and this life were fighting, biting and entangled constantly, tearing each other bloody, and the bite was bloody.

He didn't know how much longer he could hold on.

"Nangong... Si... Seventh..."

Inside the barrier, Nangong Changying's high-hanging sword shifted a little bit.

Little by little, inch by inch...

Xue Zhengyi was extremely astonished: "Is he really conscious?"

No, not consciously.

It was restoring consciousness, restoring the remaining consciousness in this corpse.

Mo Ran knew that Xu Shuanglin, who was hiding in a corner of Jiaoshan, was like a clumsy puppet show artist. He had never danced such a complicated and huge puppet, and he was about to be unable to hold it.

Nangong Changying was about to break free from his——

"brush!"

Before Mo Ran could finish thinking about it, the muffled sound that penetrated his skin made his scalp numb and his pupils shrink sharply.

In an instant.

Blood rushes wildly!

There was almost no sound, and suddenly a scream that was twisted to the extreme exploded in the ear, and the sword was frosty, piercing the periosteum-"Si!!!"

"Miss Ye!"

"Ye Wangxi!!"

Ye Wangxi, who had red eyes and an almost crazy expression, was restrained left and right, lest she do something extreme, but people soon realized that it was too much, what could she do?She is not from the Nangong family, no matter how right-hand man she is, she is just an outsider in front of Jiaoshan.

She couldn't get in at all.

Nangong Changying's sword pierced through Nangong Si's shoulder ruthlessly. If he could see with both eyes, he would have opened a cold hole in Nangong Si's chest at this moment.

Nangong Si froze for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but Changying immediately drew his sword, blood spattered, and Nangong Si who fell on the ground spit out a big mouthful of blood, even struggling to support himself, struggling a few times, finally Slumped down in the mud.

I don't know what Xu Shuanglin did, maybe he donated the power of the spiritual core, or maybe he controlled Nangong Changying with all his consciousness.

This body, which was about to recover its consciousness, suddenly turned into a puppet of killing and decisiveness. He held the sword, and there was blood in the thin sword groove, dripping on the ground, shining moonlight, gathering Into a small pool of cloudy and uncertain darkness.

Nangong Si tried to get up from the ground again, but failed. He barely raised his face in the mud.

Mo Ran's eyelashes trembled and he closed his eyes.

He would rather Nangong Si not let people see this face, a proud, flying, clean, handsome face, now only blood and mud, the facial features can hardly be seen clearly, it is embarrassing enough to make anyone with a conscience feel sad.

Although there was no sadness in Nangong Si's eyes.

There was still fire in his eyes, and there was still light.

Nangong Changying wanted to make another strike, but a ray of white light came to fight him, and Nao Baijin roared and howled, full of murderous aura, and ignored him.

"Si..."

Ye Wangxi was on the verge of collapse, but Nangong Si didn't look at her, he just stared at Jiang Xi, his bloody lips opened and closed.

He can't make too loud a sound at the moment, but Jiang Xi understands the lip language, he folded his hands, and a pair of brown eyes stared at the movement of Nangong Si's lips without blinking.

Nangong Si finished speaking.

Jiang Xi said: "...Okay. I know."

"Woooooooo..."

There was another blunt bang. Naubaijin was hit by Nangong Changying with one hand. It fell far more loudly than its owner. Its huge snow-white body fell between the trees and leaves, crushing a large area. branches and leaves.Immediately afterwards, its spiritual power couldn't support it anymore, and a puff of smoke appeared on the spot. Before the smoke cleared, a fluffy white milk dog staggered out of it, not reaching the palm of the person. Big, biting the hem of Nangong Changying's clothes with all his strength.

That is the larval prototype of Naubaijin.

Nangong Si turned her head and coughed in a low voice: "Go, go quickly."

"Aww!!" Nao Baijin didn't leave.

But with this bit of strength, it bites Nangong Changying, like a mud cow entering the sea, and never comes back. Nangong Changying doesn't bother to pay attention to it. The hundreds of corpses that lived there were all instantly pulled out of the ground by vines.

Pull up the mountain.

Destruction.

Nangong Si's eyes flashed fiercely, and he pressed his hand hard on the ground. In an instant, his chest was in severe pain, and his spirit core was shattered! !

He used his spiritual core that he had cultivated for more than [-] years, and used his hard work of cultivating in the severe winter and heat for more than [-] years, to put all his eggs in one basket and never look back, and shouted in a bloody low voice: "Shen Zhi!!"

crack.

He could clearly feel that in his heart, the core that had been with him for 20 years burst apart in an instant.

Very light, like the ripples blown by the wind passing through the spring lake.

It is very heavy, like broken earth and rocks from mountains and rivers.

In the end, it all turned into powder.

At that moment, Nangong Si vaguely felt a bit of relief. It turned out that the spirit core was exhausted and shattered. Is this what it feels like?It hurts, but it's not heartbreaking.

Then, when A Niang died, she shouldn't have suffered too much.

In a moment, it's all gone.

The spirit of the evil dragon actually trembled slightly because of his sacrifice, the blood vines that were about to loosen suddenly closed again, clinging tightly to the zombies that were about to break out.Nangong Changying raised her chin slightly, let out a low "Huh?", then walked to Nangong Si step by step, and stopped.

Nangong Si couldn't even walk a step at this time, and lost his spiritual core, he was no different from ordinary people.

He could no longer recall even his own sword.

Panting, he raised his face, his eyes reflected the moonlight, and also reflected Nangong Changying's face against the moonlight.

"Too Master..."

Nangong Changying's blindfolded ribbon was fluttering in the cold wind. He stood still for a while, and then moved his fingertips again, but because of the sacrifice of Nangong Siling's core, the spirit of Jiaoshan took care of the original owner's body for a while. The commands of the vines could not be responded immediately, so the blood vines remained silent, and even slowly dragged the rioting corpses, continuing to settle down underground.

But Nangong Si knew that he couldn't hold on anymore.

As long as Nangong Changying is determined to give orders with all his heart, Jiaoshan will definitely obey the instructions of the first master in the end, and he can't change everything.

However, although it cannot be changed, he will still pay the price to do it, and do it as best as he can.

No shame.

Outside the enchantment, Mo Ran clenched his lips and teeth, and the sleeve arrow was at his fingertips again. The lines of his face were stretched to the extreme, and his hands trembled slightly under the robe.

Inside the enchantment, Nangong Si said: "Sect Master... I'm sorry, I still... what... I didn't do anything..."

The ancestor's saber was raised again, and Nangong Si was about to slowly close his eyes.

Suddenly, at the moment when he was about to slay his neck, he saw Nangong Yingge turning his neck, and with difficulty, squeezed out this sentence from the gap between his teeth, "You... are called... Nangong... Si ?”

Nangong Si froze suddenly, and said hoarsely: "The Grand Master?! Are you, are you conscious? You... can you understand my words?!"

Mo Ran couldn't hear the following sentence clearly, but everyone could see that the movements of Nangong Changying's men suddenly slowed down, and their lips opened and closed slightly, obviously talking to Nangong Si.

"I... shouldn't... fight with you..."

Nangong Changying's sword was still hanging, but a very slight sound came from his throat intermittently.

"I still have...memories of the past...before I died, I was worried that there would be a change in the future..." He had just recovered his consciousness, and his words were not clear, and he said hoarsely, "I can't imagine... If there is today."

Nangong Changying paused for a moment, then continued: "Nangong... Si. For a while... after I... after I finish reciting the mantra... you immediately... take the bow and arrow away... I..."

bow and arrow?

What bow and arrow?

Nangong Si's mind was buzzing, and he didn't react for a while, but Nangong Changying had already turned his sword, brushed the ground and scraped past the ground, and let out a long howl like a dragon's chant.Immediately afterwards, he swept back a few feet, his clothes fluttering, his shape was like an exile.

Nangong Changying was trembling. At this moment, he barely freed his lips and tongue from the control of the caster. Every time he spoke a word, he had to consume a great deal of strength.

"Through, cloud, call, come."

After finishing these words almost word by word, a clear and long groan suddenly came out from the hinterland of Jiaoshan, the ground in front of Nangong Si split open, and in the falling sand, a dark blue horn bow could not stop screaming. The sound illuminated the long night.

Everyone was horrified, and even a cold person like Chu Wanning changed slightly.

The legendary burial martial arts of the first head of the Confucianism School——

Through the clouds!

"Quick, take it!" Nangong Changying said hoarsely, his hands trembling violently, as if he was fighting against an invisible spider thread, trying not to let himself go forward to pick up his divine bow Chuanyun, "Piercing Cloud arrows can burn flesh and blood...burn."

Nangong Si actually understood what he meant, but the excitement was too great for him to believe, so he asked dryly, "What are you burning?"

"Me!" Nangong Changying shouted suddenly angrily.

"Too master!"

"Don't let my corpse...do...the thing...that I hated the most...in my life." Nangong Changying was tall and tall, with rusty clothes, and said the last word a hundred years later, "Burn."