Even if we meet, we should not know [old version]

Lin Zichu said: "Just now he must have put something on the two of us, damn it, I should have thought of it earlier."

Immortal cultivators can use many spiritual objects to achieve the effect of tracking.

Lin Zichu was too careless before, thinking that if he entered the nine bends and eight levels, he would be able to get rid of Sun Ruwei.

However, Sun Ruwei Yuanying's cultivation base is extraordinary, and he only borrows things to find someone, so how can it be difficult to get him?

A haze flashed through Lin Zichu's heart, until now, he knew how short-sighted he was.

Seeing the two of them fleeing with their heads in their arms, Sun Ruwei snorted, "The majestic cold dragon is lying on the snow body. Is there only one way to escape?"

Then he said loudly:

"I'll give you two a chance. I'll catch you both immediately. I promise to treat you kindly. Son of the Immortal Lord, I will use the elixir to hang his life after I smoked his immortal bone. As for Lin Zichu, if you are obedient, replace me Serve the fairy lord's son, I will accept you as a disciple and teach you spells, how about it?"

As he spoke, he retracted the golden rope, watching the backs of Qianqing and Lin Zichu escaping.

Sun Ruwei was secretly anxious, worried that Feng Zhaoming would come, and wanted to capture Qianqing alive as soon as possible.

However, when he saw the Queyan Scorching Fire Order, he didn't dare to step forward rashly, he was afraid that Qianqing might have a trump card similar to the Bailan Immortal Sword.

At Yuanying's level of cultivation, ten thousand methods can be bypassed. Although Sun Ruwei is good at using rope as a weapon, there is absolutely no shortage of other magic weapons suitable for long-distance and strong attack.

He sneered and took out a sword.

The shape of this sword is strange, it looks thin, but it is extremely heavy. The hilt is a round orb, shining with light.

It is the sword of Tianyuan.

This sword is suitable for long-distance combat. The weight of the sword is immeasurable, and it all depends on the inner desire of the sword holder.

Sometimes it is as light as a feather, and sometimes it is as heavy as a thousand gram.

The heavier the sword, the wider the attack range.

With a single strike, even if the enemy escaped the sword's attack, they would still be affected by the spiritual pressure of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Sun Ruwei raised the Yuanzhu sword with his right hand, took a deep breath, roared, and slashed forward with all his strength.

The white sword light attacked fiercely.

Lin Zichu hurriedly dodged his sword, but was not hit.

Qian Qing even brandished the Bailan Immortal Sword, trying to block it.

However, Nascent Soul cultivator's blow is no small matter.

A horrifying and crisp sound was heard from the bones of the hand, and Qianqing's right arm was all broken.

The powerful aftermath shook the two of them to the ground, with unending power.

Qianqing's arm was in severe pain, he groaned in pain, just as he fell to the ground, he couldn't control his body, rolled a few times on the ground, and then slammed heavily on the vertical and smooth mountain wall with nine bends and eight passes.

The force was too strong, only to hear the loud bang, and the stone wall shook like a cobweb of cracks.

Qian Qing vomited a mouthful of blood, which fell to the ground, dizzy, almost vomiting.

Before she could react in time, and before she even got up from the ground, Qian Qing was grabbed by Lin Zichu's left wrist and dragged forward several meters.

Lin Zichu was also shocked by Sun Ruwei's spiritual pressure, causing internal bleeding.However, he is a Foundation Establishment cultivator after all, so he feels much better than Qian Qing.

He endured the pain, half pulled and half hugged, and ran quickly by taking advantage of the complicated terrain.

Lin Zichu was out of breath, suddenly thought of the key point, turned to Qianqing and asked, "Is there anything wrong with me?"

Qianqing was still dizzy, and there was pain everywhere in her body.

Her ears were buzzing, and it took a while before she asked, "What?"

"This Nascent Soul cultivator put something on the two of us, so we can know our location." Lin Zichu said: "If we can find it, then there is a way to restrain it. The terrain here is complicated, maybe we can get rid of it." he."

Qian Qing was taken aback, nodded, and then carefully identified.

However, in such a hurry, how can you tell the difference?

Sun Ruwei made a tactic with his right hand and found where the two of them were.Worried about Qianqing's desperate resistance, he stopped and did not chase, keeping a distance from the two of them.

Then he stood on the spot, raised his hands high, and raised the Tianyuan sword again.

This time, the gravity is even stronger.

Sun Ruwei's spiritual pressure soared, the mountain shattered, and the rocks rolled into dust.

The powerful spiritual power almost formed a substance, like a white mist, leaking from his skin.

His robe bulged with no wind, and it was so bulging that it seemed to burst.

Sun Ruwei gripped the Yuanzhu sword tightly with both hands, and slowly lifted it up, as if he couldn't bear the weight of this seemingly thin sword.

Then, slowly cut down.

In an instant, an indescribably huge spiritual pressure came from the top of the head.

Lin Zichu's pupils tightened suddenly, and he said, "Be careful!"

Leaping forward, she threw herself on Qianqing, protecting Qianqing with her body.

Qianqing wanted to turn over, but was pinned down by Lin Zichu, unable to move.

He yelled 'no' in a voice that seemed to come from his chest.

No one can make such a loud cry, and that cry is so sad that it seems that the chest cavity will be shattered in the next second.

With a strong pressure on his back, Lin Zichu groaned in pain, and couldn't help but knelt down and rushed forward.

Just when he thought he would be cut in half by Dangkong, a black shadow jumped out from Qianqing's shoulder and blocked Lin Zichu's back.

A sword slashed down, there was a loud roar, and the earth shook.

The mountain was broken, and a lot of rolling stones fell down, carrying a lot of dust, covering everything.

Lin Zichu hugged Qianqing tightly, and was shaken to roll forward several meters.

When the dust fell to the ground, drops of warm blood fell from the top onto Qianqing's forehead.

Qianqing's canthus was completely cracked, and the tears rolled out uncontrollably.

He couldn't make a sound, and when Lin Zichu's strength loosened a bit, his hands trembled like a pendulum, and he touched Lin Zichu's back.

However, he did not encounter any fatal wounds.

Qian Qing was taken aback for a moment, then raised her head to meet Lin Zichu's eyes.

He saw the man with gentle eyes and a smile on his lips.He coughed up a mouthful of blood and wanted to speak, but he couldn't speak.

However, Qianqing knew that Lin Zichu did not die.

He was greatly saddened in his heart, and then he was overjoyed, pleasantly surprised, and his heart twisted.

Qianqing laughed, but her face was wet.

He looked deeply at Lin Zichu, and suddenly found something, and he let out a 'huh'.

Coughing desperately, he said intermittently: "You..."

He raised his hand, wanting to lightly touch Lin Zichu's right ear.

However, Qianqing's fingers were covered with blood and mud, he was afraid of dirtying Lin Zichu, so he just tapped.

Qian Qing was so shocked that she coughed up a lot of blood from her throat, and said in a hoarse voice, "You have a little green here."

This place seems to be different from usual, maybe this is what Sun Ruwei left behind.

If there is a way to deal with it, if the two try their best to dodge, will they still survive?

survive!

survive!

He has only one wish, no matter what... he wants to survive, to be with his big brother, to be together.

Lin Zichu looked at Qianqing with extremely tender eyes, and after watching for a while, he seemed to remember his whole life.

But can't get enough of it anyway.

He held Qianqing's hand, turned his face slightly, and rubbed Qianqing's palm with his cheek.There was blood dripping from her lips, dripping on Qianqing's forehead.

Qianqing's eyes were full of tears, her whole body was trembling, and she said intermittently: "Brother, your ears..."

Before he finished speaking, he choked up and couldn't continue.

Lin Zichu wiped Qianqing's face with the sleeve of his other hand.

He paused, and took off a green square stone from his waist, with a warm luster.

At both ends of the stone, four characters are carved respectively.

Positive cloud: Linfu Zichu.

The back says: Don't dare to be me.

It was the Gang Mao that Lin Zichu had been wearing for many years.

For the monks of Zhengwuzhou, once worn, it is more than life.

But at this moment, Lin Zichu put Gangmao in Qianqing's palm.He squeezed Qianqing's hand tightly, and then let it go gently.

Qianqing tightly held Lin Zichu's maw, but didn't even look at it, her eyes stared at Lin Zichu, as if she wanted to impress this person in her heart.

Lin Zichu's internal organs were severely damaged, he coughed, and a lot of blood fell on Qianqing's face.

He lowered his head, looked at the Gang Mao in Qianqing's hand, and breathed a sigh of relief.

I just feel as if I have cut my heart open and made my mind clear.

But it seems... something is missing.

In the early years of Linzi's life, he was sixteen years old. He never had a crush on the opposite sex, and never made close friends.

Only Qianqing...will remain with him as before, until death.

Lin Zichu didn't face the fear of death at all, he was even in a happy mood.After a pause, he suddenly leaned over, and lightly touched Qian Qing's with his dry, bloody lips.

That taste is really wonderful.

Lin Zichu quickly raised his body, looked at the other party with a smile, tried for a long time, breathlessly said: "...Ah Qing."

"...everyone is afraid of the cold dragon lying in the snow."

"But no one knows the true power of this legendary physique."

"Don't be afraid, Ah Qing, I... will let you live."