[Thunderbolt] Wandering without a home, where to return

"Wait a minute."

When Po Rushuang walked two meters away, Mu Zhengrong suddenly stopped behind him, but Po Rushuang didn't stop in response. Seeing this, Mu Zhengrong had to quickly catch up with him and stop him.

"Since Dong Jun is unwilling, Soul Rushuang will not force it, so why block the way now?" Emei frowned slightly, showing a guarded posture.

Faced with this vigilance, Dongjun smiled indifferently and said: "Be careful, don't you?"

"Then Dongjun is planning to ride in the same boat with me now?"

"Back then, it was rumored that the head of the Yinpu family had abolished martial arts in the Southern Sect, but now after several fights, they can't find out the truth. I don't know what is so magical about the Wahuangjing Linggong that Yuan Wuxiang came to ask for it?"

"Ask for it?" Po Rushuang said with a sneer on his face, "You have also read the letter just now, the little girl who had no country to ask for words can't bear it."

Although the word "begging" was used in that letter, there is no such meaning between the lines. Instead, the meaning of provocation and coercion can be seen everywhere. Although it is not sharp, it cannot be ignored. Mu Zhengrong agrees with the words of Soul Rushuang , but didn't say anything, just waiting for her to answer why Yuan Wuxiang needed Wahuangjing Linggong.

"Wahuangjing Spiritual Art is not a martial art, but my body. Yuan Wuxiang couldn't make up for the depletion of his spiritual energy due to repeated battles. The fastest and most effective way is to intercept the Wahuangjing Spiritual Art in my body to supplement and nourish his body." Body."

"Oh? So it turns out that Wa Huang Jing Linggong has such a miraculous effect?"

"It varies from person to person. Yuan Wuxiang has no skill, but it can kill people. What do you think?"

Mu Zhengrong remembered the direction of the aura in his battle against Yuan Wuxiang, and couldn't help agreeing with what Po Rushuang said, and then said: "You want me to join hands with you to take advantage of Yuan Wuxiang's weakness to get rid of him?"

"If I don't kill him, I will never get rid of the hatred in my heart. This opportunity is only for one time. If I get to know the real situation of Yuan Wuxiang, I will never have this opportunity again."

"Why are you looking for me?"

"There is no country that can't be eliminated, you can't move and get tired of reaping the sky."

"From what you just said, Tired Shoutian seems to be taking good care of you."

Po Rushuang sneered: "That's just a ridiculous way to make up for the mentality. How can a little kindness make up for the hatred of my family's extinction?"

"According to what you said, since Yuan Wuxiang's spiritual power is exhausted, it is not difficult to kill him based on your ranking in the discussion of swordsmanship, so why do you need me?"

"If Yuan Wuxiang appeared in front of me majesticly, it would not be difficult for me to kill him, but Yuan Wuxiang was born in the true line of Taoism, and the attainment of formations is even more difficult for ordinary people. Based on this belief, he must have set up traps in advance. In his formation, Po Rushuang has little chance of winning by himself."

Mu Zhengrong, who had experienced the original homeless formation, didn't have any doubts about this statement, but just pondered for a while: "You and I are not safe in the end, so let's borrow our strength, I don't know what you think?"

"Whatever you want, as long as you can kill Yuan Wuxiang, you can do whatever you want." Po Rushuang didn't ask where Mu Zhengrong wanted to borrow power, but distorted Leng Shuang's face full of resentment: "I just want Yuan Wuxiang to die! As long as he dies!"

The hatred shot out from the depths of the soul by the soul like frost made Mu Zhengrong, who was holding the last sliver of vigilance, finally let go of his doubts, because he knew too well this kind of deep hatred that could not be vented. Ever since he learned that his younger brother Mu Xiaohan Since the news of his death, he has been tormented by this kind of emotion day and night, and it is the same with his soul like frost now.

"it is good!"

"I believe in you, I believe in your hatred that is the same as mine." Not looking at Mu Zhengrong anymore, he walked away with a cold heart like frost.

"Liu Fengcui, how many goals do you think I can achieve in this round?"

"It's fine if Mu Zhengrong doesn't join the game. If he does, he won't be able to escape from this game. As for the Sen Prison, who will be dragged into this game at that time, it will depend on the methods of Qingxiang Bailian on Cuihuan Mountain."

"what."

"My lord's laughter, could it be that I haven't said the whole thing yet?"

"Since you came out of Daozhen's lineage, do you know why Daozhen split back then?"

Liu Fengcui was stunned: "Could it be that... but Ge Xianchuan and Baopuzi both passed away back then..."

"Resurrection from death is a must, not to mention that people are just cheating death."

"Is it Ge Xianchuan?"

"Why don't you guess it's Baopuzi?"

"Baopuzi passed away in front of several people in Nanzong, but Ge Xianchuan had to be seen by Tired Shoutian alone."

"It depends on whether this former Beibei show who has been planning hard can seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to join forces with Po Rushuang, Mu Zhengrong, and Sen Prison to let Tired Shou Tianyi taste the most painful feeling in his life."

"Could it be that Ge Xianchuan was also involved with Mu Zhengrong?"

"No, it's just that what Ge Xianchuan cares most about is Juan Shoutian, and Juan Shoutian and Mu Zhengrong have a grudge against their brother, so he has to pay more attention to it."

"But to trap and kill Mu Zhengrong and Ge Xianchuan at the same time, even if you are well-versed in the periphery, it may be too difficult to go around the forest prison."

"When did Ge Xianchuan say I wanted to kill him in this round?"

"Could it be that the young master just wants to expose Ge Xianchuan's true face?"

"Jian Shou Tian is not something others can fool. After this game, there will be no place for him in the Righteous Way."

Liu Fengcui looked at Yuan Wuxiang who was witty and witty, and couldn't help being a little dazed.

"The game... is over."

Liu Fengcui was startled when he heard the words, and before he could focus his eyes, he felt a chilling and stagnant aura rising from the sparse shadows and setting sun, and the sound of the sword's cry was faintly heard outside.

Liu Fengcui took a step forward and called out: "My lord."

"Let's take a look at how much progress Xun Zong has made since his epiphany. It's a pity that the whetstone that is rarely delivered to the door is not used. What's more, the sparse shadows and setting sun are not like the misty rain and setting sun. When arranging the formations here, most of them focus on killing formations. You Enter the last formation first, wait for the trace to recede into your formation and then start."

"Yes."

"It's really wonderful that the setting sun is infinite..." The killing sound could be heard outside, but Yuan Wuxiang brushed his eyebrows with one hand and looked at the orange sky smudged by the setting sun. Disappeared in the sparse shadows and setting sun, and appeared in front of Ge Xianchuan who had been isolated by the formation.

"Among the eight sub-regions of Xiaoao, he is the only one who is majestic, is used to Xuanying without a trace, Ren Taixu, and bleak Mingfeng."

"The original has no homeland."

"It's been a long time, fellow practitioner who is tired of harvesting the sky, former Beibei Xiu."

"you……"

Before Ge Xianchuan, who was wearing a bamboo hat and veil, could defend himself, Yuan Wuxiang's sword had already pierced his eyes.

"You can't win with the sword of Tired Shoutian, and you can't win with the sword of Yuan Wuxiang. Swallow it, Ge Xianchuan! Sword Extreme!"

The bamboo forest rustled, the bamboo pieces became swords, the wind was like rain, Ge Xianchuan was retreating steadily, he was already injured in many places, his clothes were torn, his hair was gone, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Looking at Yuan Wuxiang who was walking towards him like a leisurely stroll in the rain of swords, Ge Xianchuan's first thought was that he had been tricked, but he could no longer think about it. Now that he is at a disadvantage and cannot find a way to break the formation, he can only go He gritted his teeth and swung out his sword style, ignoring the sword energy like rain, and went straight to Yuan Wuxiang.

"This smell is disgusting." Stopping, Yuan Wuxiang raised his hand, and the rain of bamboo leaves instantly surrounded Ge Xianchuan: "Perhaps the scent of lotus can dilute it. "After that, with a light push of the hand, the ball wrapped in bamboo leaves flew out.

When the last formation before Shuying Setting Sun was about to be broken, there was a sudden twist and fluctuation in the formation, and with the appearance of a white shadow, the almost broken formation was restored to its original state.

"Master!"

"Yuan Wuxiang, how dare you show up here?" Looking at Yuan Wuxiang who was calm but not concealing his weakness, Mu Zhengrong was not overjoyed, but was a little more cautious.

"Xun Xing, Liu Fengcui, I am in the formation, so don't worry about other things."

"Yuan Wuxiang, for my brother and for my clansman, I will pay for my life!"

The soul is like frost like a sword from a bow, Mo Xunzong saw this, the sword edge opened again and rushed forward, Liu Fengcui did not dare to neglect and entangled Mu Zhengrong again.

Yuan Wuxiang was distracted, paying attention to the battle situation on both sides and adjusting the corresponding formations according to the different attributes of the two. Such accelerated consumption made the tired expression on his face more and more obvious, but the transformation of the formations did not. Slow down in the slightest.

Mu Zhengrong, who was able to deal with Shangliu Fengcui with ease, had been observing Yuan Wuxiang's situation, and seeing Yuan Wuxiang's situation, he immediately made a judgment in his heart.

"God welcomes three lights to sacrifice to Emperor E."

"Son!"

Mo Xunzong, who was turned back during the duel by Liu Fengcui's exclamation, only saw Mu Zhengrong's sword stabbing towards Yuan Wuxiang without hindrance, and at this moment, Soul Rushuang's sword was also heading towards Yuan Wuxiang like a shooting star. Galloping away from the original homeless.

"Master!"

Yuan Wuxiang was stunned, and the aura in the formation once again crazily rushed towards him like before when they were fighting in the boxing domain. Seeing this, Mu Zhengrong's already fully developed skills even mentioned twelve points, ready to forcefully break through That protective barrier.

"you lose."

The three silent words made Mu Zhengrong suddenly wake up, but the sword embedded in Yuan Wuxiang's body and his own body could no longer move a single point at the moment of awakening, and behind him, the deadliest murderous intent had come!

With a chill in his heart, Mu Zhengrong felt a sharp throbbing pain in his pierced heart, and the broken internal organs between kneeling and vomiting were also mixed in the blood red.

Mu Zhengrong, who was kneeling on one knee, stared at the unmoving person standing in front of him: "There is no place to go..."

Just now, the scene where Mu Zhengrong stabbed Yuan Wuxiang's body with a sword, and then was pierced into the heart by Po Rushuang from behind was being watched by Su Huanzhen, Tired Shoutian, Cang and Beizong who came to support him from outside. It's right.

Tired Shoutian rushed to Yuan Wuxiang's side first, but only saw his hand and Mu Zhengrong's sword that had pierced into his body slip through Yuan Wuxiang's body without hindrance.