I am also courting Bai Yueguang today

Wen Xia snorted coldly, quickly pulled out the gilded fire hairpin on her head, and drew a bloodstain on her palm. The body of the hairpin was stained with blood and instantly turned a layer of red light, making a crisp sound.

He threw a few red talismans to where Jun Lingchen was, and took advantage of the gap between the opponent and the red talismans, and quickly drew a spiritual power-absorbing formation with the hairpin on the open space in front of him.

The formation formed, and the red light flourished, reflecting the scene among the bamboo forests incomparably red, exuding a somewhat gloomy and coquettish atmosphere.

It seems that Jun Lingshen tonight was too hasty when Wen Xiaer took him away from the teleportation circle, and he didn't even have time to bring the saber with him, but there was no panic on his face, and there was nothing in his deep eyes. Still calm and waveless, as quiet as quiet water.

I saw him standing on the spot and making a sword formula casually, and a blue long sword with pure spiritual power rose out of nowhere and flew out from behind him towards Wen Xia'er——

The speed of these swords was extremely fast, but in the blink of an eye they reached Wen Xiaer, but when they were about to take a further step, they suddenly stopped in mid-air as if being sucked out by something.

The formation in front of Wen Xiayou suddenly burst into a dazzling red light, and the sword that stopped above the formation was instantly covered by the red light, and a hole appeared in the original complete sword body!

The hole spread extremely fast and became bigger and bigger until it swallowed up all the swords before the red light stopped.

Seeing this, Wen Xia's eyes became warmer, "Miao Yinqing is so vulnerable without the sword."

As he spoke, he cut his fingers with a hairpin and squeezed out a few drops of blood on the formation in front of him. When the formation saw blood, the words on the formation suddenly surged and changed into another rune. After that, it stopped again, and at the same time burst out a terrifying purple light.

When the time came, Wen Xia moved her fingers and said softly, "Go—"

Following his words, the purple light in the formation turned into hundreds of purple shadows and rushed towards Jun Ling. For a while, there was a loud wind, light and shadow ghosts, and wherever it passed, there was a piercing and gloomy chill. The leaves of the grass were dyed withered yellow, and the branches shrugged limply, as if they had been robbed of their vitality.

After Jun Lingshen saw it, he frowned slightly, as if he was a little dissatisfied with the scene in front of him.

He quickly raised his hand and squeezed a few more sword formulas, and the cyan sword intent flew out from his fingertips, forming a majestic sword formation, and the spiritual power flowing in the sword formation was compared with the previous sword shadow It became thicker again, and thousands of sword shadows approached Ziying with a dazzling blue light, their momentum was like a broken bamboo, unstoppable.

The purple shadow was blocked by the sword array and stagnated in mid-air, unable to move forward any further. The spiritual power released from it caused sand and rocks to fly around, surging with vigor, and the bamboo in the forest trembled violently, rustling non-stop.

One Qing and one Zi remained in mid-air for a long time, and suddenly there was a light cracking sound from the ground. The sound was extremely weak, but it was still caught by Wen Xiaer. He suddenly lowered his head to look at the formation on the ground, and saw that There was a tiny crack at the edge of the formation.

Ziying darkened a lot all of a sudden, and was forced to retreat steadily by the powerful green light sword array, showing a declining trend.

Wen Xia squatted down with his lips stretched, and scratched the gilt hairpin on his hand to repair the formation. He was lowering his head and groping for the lines on his hand, but at this moment, a delicate fragrance burst into the tip of his nose without warning. Xia Er was taken aback, an expression of disbelief gradually appeared on her face.

He gently picked up the weeds on the edge of the array with a gilded fire hairpin, and a small weed suddenly emerged from the grass, and it was a beautiful blooming flower.

The blood on Wen Xia's lips faded by half in an instant, he hurriedly stood up and stepped back, but it was still a step too late.

The spiritual power in his body began to slack uncontrollably, and a stinging pain, like being burned by a raging fire, spread from his limbs, piercing into the bone marrow and penetrating the flesh bit by bit.

Holding the bamboo in front of him with both hands, he panted violently, his face became extremely pale, but within a few breaths, beads of sweat covered his forehead and moistened his temples.

Wen Xiaer bit her lower lip desperately, trying to suppress the pain, but the pain intensified rapidly as if she had read through his thoughts.

His chest heaved up and down rapidly, and he clutched his chest so painfully that he didn't even have the strength to stand up, and fell down in the grass all of a sudden.

Without the control of the caster, the formation disappeared almost instantly, the purple shadow dispersed, the sword formation lost its target, and burst open in mid-air with an earth-shattering sound. Flying horizontally, the blue light was at its peak, illuminating the forest for a moment as if it were tomorrow, and it disappeared after a while.

Wen Xia'er used his remaining clarity to draw a scribbled teleportation array on the ground stroke by stroke. He knew very well in his heart that he designed Jun Lingchen to ruin the other party's reputation. In Jun Lingchen's hands, if he doesn't die, he has to peel off his skin. Maybe the other party will take him as a prisoner to threaten his father, so he has to get out of it no matter what.

After finishing the last stroke, the vision in front of him has become somewhat blurred, and the stinging pain in his body enveloped him layer by layer like flames, Wen Xia felt that he was about to be unable to breathe.

A black shadow suddenly enveloped his head and blocked the light, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his head, and his body fell to the ground uncontrollably——

Unexpectedly, he did not touch the hard ground, but touched a piece of cool soft cloth.

"What's wrong with you?" A deep voice suddenly sounded in his ear

Wen Xia raised her eyelids lightly, and replied subconsciously: "I'm in so much pain..."

The man paused for a moment, and then Wen Xia felt someone reach out and touch his chin, and his body trembled from the pain, "I'm in so much pain, don't touch me, don't touch me..."

Before he finished speaking, the man withdrew his hand from touching his chin, and asked him in a deep voice, "Where does it hurt?"

Wen Xia wanted to answer this person, but his eyes were hazy. His consciousness seemed to be completely disconnected at this moment, like beads falling into the endless sea, making no sound.

At this moment, a cool and warm feeling slowly trickled from his sea of ​​consciousness into his limbs and bones, and the burning feeling in his body was relieved for a moment.

Wen Xia'er regained his clarity for a short time, but the man asked him again: "What's your name?"

He couldn't help approaching the source of the coolness, and replied in a daze, "My name is... Wen Xia'er."

"It's not the famous Xia...it's..." He furrowed his brows impatiently, "It's the flaw of Baiyu Wuxia..."

He hates when people call him by the wrong name.

After hearing his answer, the man replied in a low voice, and after a moment of silence, he asked again, "Where is your home?"

He frowned even tighter in an instant, and there were a few vague breath sounds from the tip of his nose. The cool breath could no longer suppress the burning pain in his body.

The man asked again, "Do you live in Mingqiu?"

Wen Xia opened his lips, but found that he could no longer answer the other party, the scorching pain drowned him like a tide, and he could no longer gather a sliver of consciousness.

That person seemed to have sensed something wrong with him, and the coolness in his body suddenly increased, but for him at this moment, it was almost useless to quench his thirst by drinking poison.

The next moment, he felt his eyes go black, and he lost consciousness.