Save the world with a plot

Xuan Xing frowned. Could it be that the protagonist doesn't trust anyone at this time? Shouldn't he completely abandon the light under the erosion of the underworld day after day?

The ear-piercing sound of scales rubbing against each other sounded, and I watched the protagonist open his arms, and the distance between himself and himself was getting wider and wider, like the dawn falling in ancient mythology.Xuan Xing's eyes darkened, and he finally decided to put all his eggs in one basket. He suddenly stretched out his long sword, which could be inserted into the opponent's collar. With a lift and a pull, the distance between the two of them was almost narrowed. He was secretly glad that he had practiced swords for several years, and his left hand followed Just grab the protagonist's palm.

Li Yao's strangely writhing face froze, and he immediately withdrew his hands.

Finally caught it, it was a fluke, how could Xuan Xing let the opponent slip away easily, he tightly squeezed the cold palm in his hand, let the opponent struggle, let the black scales cut open the palm, the dark red blood Winding down and falling.

Xuan Xing didn't seem to realize it, because he had more important things at the moment.

I saw him draw his sword with one hand, and stab it fiercely towards the cliff.

There was a sudden sound, followed by a huge momentum that caused the sword to slide all the way, cutting through the cliff rocks, accompanied by a sharp and unbearable sound of rubbing and scratching with white light, which made people want to cover their ears.

After a while, the grinding sound came to an end, and the two finally stopped falling.

Xuan Xing let out a breath, feeling that all internal organs have been displaced by the ups and downs just now.

Still remembering that life is important, he turned his head and glanced at the protagonist... the sword on his waist, "give me the sword." After a pause, he remembered the fragile little heart of the other party, and then softened his cold voice by a degree. , "Borrow the sword and use it." Use your eyes to indicate the current situation.

Li Yao raised his head in a daze, stared at the sword pierced into the wall, then slowly lowered his head, and pulled out the long sword at his waist. s face.

"Do you want my life?" He said suddenly, his voice was hoarse and rough, his eyes were dark, like the deepest night before dawn.

Xuan Xing was stunned for a moment, life and death were at stake, why did he start talking nonsense all of a sudden?After pondering for a while, it was realized that the protagonist probably thought that he was going to exchange his life for Xuanzong like everyone else, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "Do you know who I am?"

The killing order was issued by Yuan himself. Could it be that he still needs to ask Qinghui for credit?

Of course, just think about it, he doesn't plan to say such words in a short time to stimulate the protagonist.

Not knowing how to give him a reasonable explanation for his current behavior, Xuan Xing naturally changed the subject, "Let's gossip, if you don't want to die here today, you can work together with me."

Li Yao didn't answer, but just stared at Xuan Xing for a while, and Xuan Xing looked back frankly.

After a while, his eyeballs moved, and he put his eyes on the long sword in his hand again, imitating Xuan Xing's way and thrusting the sword into the cliff with his backhand.

Seeing that the protagonist is willing to cooperate, Xuan Xing also turns to concentrate on conquering the great cause of 'rock climbing'.

For a while, neither of the two spoke again, except for the howling mountain wind and the clanging of swords.

Xuan Xing knows that it is useless to say anything to the protagonist now, but it is easy to be labeled as 'ulterior motives, hypocrisy and cunning', it is better to get a 'living and dying together, saving lives' as a cushion, and... if The two of them couldn't climb up, and he died alone. Wouldn't it be a waste to pave the way for all this?What matters now is climbing the cliff.

As for what Li Yao was thinking, who knows?

After half an hour.

As the dusk fell, Xuan Xing buried the sword deep into the rock wall again, Xuan Xing's hands trembled a little, he looked down at the protagonist with hesitation in his eyes.

Li Yao raised his head, his eyes were dark without a glimmer of light, the two of them stared at each other for a moment, and the next moment, those peach blossom eyes suddenly froze with astonishment.

Xuan Xing suddenly turned the five fingers of the protagonist's right hand forward, and hugged the protagonist's soft and thin waist.

"you……"

Before the words were finished, Pingping spread a palm in front of his eyes, the tiger's mouth was cracked, and his flesh was bloody. When the first sword was inserted into the cliff's wall, the impact force was too great. It is rare to persist for so long. Xuan Xing said helplessly: "No If you are strong enough, if you don’t want to die, you can use my portion with you.” As he spoke, he shoved his saber into the opponent’s hand, not knowing how to make such a rascal thing come true. Dust drifted away.

Li Yao's eyes froze, and he stared at the white sword for a long time before reaching out to take it.

Xuan Xing heaved a sigh of relief, and was a little worried that the current protagonist has awakened the 'inhuman' talent skills, so both hands hugged the opponent's waist tightly to avoid being thrown off.In fact, he doesn't want to put his life in the hands of others, especially if that person is the protagonist who is probably swaying between good and evil, but he is really out of strength.

Fortunately, the current protagonist probably still has a little bit of the little white flower attribute. Of course, it is also possible that he cannot get rid of him at all, so he leads him to climb up bit by bit.

The waist in the crook of the arm, with scales covering the bones, is so thin that you can grab it, and it is probably quite idle. Xuan Ying thought leisurely that after getting out of the cliff, he must make up for the protagonist, and then how to wake up the little sun in the opponent's heart.

Probably because even God couldn't see him being so leisurely, a discordant sound was inserted into the regular clanging sound-the sound of metal breaking!

The body of the person in the arms froze, Xuan Xing also froze, and the two were in harmony.

He raised his head silently, and saw a long spider pattern cracked on the sword in Li Yao's left hand a foot away from the hilt, running through it up and down.

"!"

For a moment, neither of the two dared to move anymore, trying their best not to put any pressure on the sword who was seeing the 'declining years'.

Sure enough, when God opens a window for you, it always closes a door.

Xuan Xing felt like his heart was about to break. Next time, he must give every disciple of Shang Xuanzong a peerless sword. Inferior products are not a thing!It's a shame to be stingy!Then……

He poked the protagonist's waist.

Li Yao's slightly stiff back tensed for a moment like a full bow shot by Zhang Dai's shot, and after a while he turned his head slightly, his beautiful peach eyes were finally no longer lifeless, although...the emotions in it were also very That's weird.

Xuan Xing seemed unaware of this, with a serious and anxious expression on his face, "Put another sword into the rock's wall, at least it will hang us."

Li Yao reacted immediately and raised another long sword horizontally.

At this time, there was another cracking sound, and when I looked up, I saw that the spider veins were getting bigger and bigger, and the end of the sword hilt was crumbling.

"Quick!" Xuan Xing yelled, "Don't apply force on the left side, hold the sword in your forehand, and insert it directly."

This is the posture that puts the least pressure on the sword on the left that is about to break. Li Yao is worthy of being the protagonist, with extremely quick reactions and quick movements.

Xuan Xing's eyes were right and wrong. At the moment of life and death, everything in his eyes was slowed down like a frame-by-frame animation, and he saw that the tip of the sword had already touched the cliff.

But in the nick of time, there was a clang.

The other sword was completely broken.

Xuan Xing raised his heart, the tip of the sword rubbed against the cliff wall, making a "stab" sound, the limit forced by the shadow of death made him grab the sword from the protagonist's hand after he reacted, and plunged hard into the cliff.

It's just that after he reacted, he didn't feel happy at all.

His arm around the protagonist's waist was trembling, and his hand holding the sword was also trembling. Now that there is only one sword, it is impossible to bring two people up, even the current support is difficult.

Xuan Xing pouted in his heart, feeling that he had done a meaningless and stupid thing, this kind of thing with a survival rate of [-]% is not as reliable as expecting the protagonist's halo.

He lowered his head and found that the protagonist was also looking up at him with indifferent eyes.

Xuan Xing decided to take a gamble, and there was nothing he could do if he didn't gamble. The hand holding the protagonist was shaking more and more because of the loss of strength and the wound. He lowered his eyes, "Sorry, I don't have the strength to catch you anymore."

The protagonist's eyes didn't change, there wasn't even a trace of anger, sadness, or sarcasm, only numbness.

This made Xuan Xing, who deliberately put the sentence here, a little unhappy, but he didn't show anything on his face, instead he exhaled, smiled lightly, and then... let go of his hand, Li Yao suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness came.

Xuan Xing let go of the hand holding the sword, and said in a low voice, "So, we can only die together."

The wind howled, and the words that were blown were fragmented, but finally Li Yao's eyes no longer looked like a spectator who had nothing to do with him.

Xuan Xing felt strangely elated, then suddenly turned around in mid-air, put himself under the protagonist, and protected the opponent's head with his hands and chest.

The person on the body stagnates.

Although the change was extremely fast, Xuan Xing caught it immediately.He stared at the other side's soft hair, secretly said, buddy, please save a little bit of humanity, for the sake of being so selfless, get me some time.

Xuan Xing knows that the protagonist here will inspire the demon king to inherit the body protection, but he dare not overestimate the current human nature of the protagonist. He can only touch the frustrated heart of the protagonist as much as possible, build up his favorability, and let the other party protect him at that time. protect.Even if you can't, let the other party doubt his purpose of "sacrificing himself for others", and then save his life to test.

In any case, at least you can't let the other party look indifferent.

It's just that he seems to have underestimated the world's malice towards him... Could it be that his butterfly effect has never seen the so-called outbreak of the demon king's inheritance =0=

The moment his back touched the real thing, Xuan Xing knew it was over, he couldn't even feel the pain, he fell into darkness, and his last consciousness stayed at - heaven!want!Death!I!

three days later.

The sun was shining brightly, the sky was as blue as washing, and the flowing water below the mountain was the same color as the sky. On the side of the flowing water lay a man with dirty clothes and hair on his back. His long legs were still submerged in the water. The upper half of his body was covered with seaweed-like black hair. The water ghost is quite similar.

Suddenly, the man moved his index finger slightly.

Xuan Xing suddenly opened his eyes, the dazzling light made his eyes turn pale all of a sudden, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover it up, and suddenly took a breath, "Hiss—"

The sharp pain made his consciousness gradually return to the cage, and he did not know what was going on.

He secretly rejoiced and wondered that he was not dead, and immediately twisted his neck to search for another figure.

As far as the eye can see, it is full of old trees and gurgling water, not to mention people, not even a small animal.

Xuan Xing's heart sank, could it be possible that he had worked so hard for so long (it didn't) and returned to before liberation?

At this moment, Xuan Xing felt that he was about to die of stunned.

Fortunately, there is still good news after all, that is, the aura at the bottom of the cliff is so abundant that Xuan Xing suspects that the aura from the entire cliff has been sucked here, which will lead to no aura in the cliff.

Knowing that no matter how upset he was, it would be useless, and his current physical condition did not allow him to take any other actions at all, Xuan Xing simply calmed down and circulated spiritual energy to heal the injuries in his body.

Unexpectedly, bringing so many miraculous medicines was not used on the blade, and poured into his own mouth, Xuan Xing laughed at himself and began to refine the medicinal properties.

As the suzerain of Shang Xuanzong, one of the four great immortal sects, Xuan Xing's medicine is naturally excellent, and this kind of injury caused by the fall is even easier for the cultivator. By evening, Xuan Xing was able to move freely.

He stands up and intends to find the 'lost protagonist'.

[Falling into the abyss, I don’t know how long I floated. When I woke up, there was sticky liquid, severe pain of bone erosion, gray sky, and the abyss. ] So, there shouldn’t be any accidents here, they were just scattered by the current... maybe.

As long as you follow this water area, you can always find it... right?

Xuan Xingru comforted himself, unfolding the divine consciousness at the peak of Jindan, covering the vast land in an instant.