[Thunderbolt] Wandering without a home, where to return

Yuan Wuxiang, who wanted to return his soul to his body, suddenly felt a hot and familiar sword energy halfway, and then turned his direction without hesitation.

Before getting too close, Yuan Wuxiang's soul was affected by a strong black evil despondency, and even the soul power dissipated for a moment.

It's Prince Xuanxiao.

With a slightly cold expression on his face, Yuan Wuxiang didn't rashly step forward to join the battle, but stopped and carefully spread his soul power outwards. This spread found that the battle circle was divided into several, not only Prince Xuanxiao, but also There are Daozhen people and other people in Sen Prison.

It's Yang Qianche!

Suddenly, Yuan Wuxiang's eyes froze.

The once irreversible guilt and the pungent bloody smell that made him sick surged into his heart in an instant, and Yuan Wuxiang's soul power also produced a strong fluctuation, which made Xuan who was concentrating on the tired harvest sky Prince Xiao was distracted immediately, and then, ignoring the famous sword in front of him, he slashed at the place where Yuan Wuxiang was.

There was a bang, amidst the explosion of smoke and dust, Tired Shoutian paused, and looked in the opposite direction as if feeling something, only to see a silver-white figure blocking Yang Qianche's body, holding the original shot with one hand. Xiangyang Qianche's Bi An arrow.

Before everyone could react, Yuan Wuxiang suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and at the moment of reaching the arrow, he used his huge soul power to turn the arrow and reflected it back with a strong wind that was not inferior to the rapid shot just now.

"Xuan Zhen!"

Xuan Xiao wanted to save him, but Juan Shoutian blocked the way with a horizontal Jin Feng in his hand. Seeing this, Xuan Zhen hurriedly withdrew to retreat, but when he retreated, for some reason, there seemed to be an invisible wall behind him blocking the way of retreat.

A miserable howl sounded in an instant, and the arrow pierced through the heart. Xuan Zhenyuan's divine beast suddenly came out of the body, but just like the original body was about to retreat, it slammed into the invisible barrier fiercely, but at this moment, the invisible bondage It is getting tighter and tighter, the Yuanshen beast howls fiercely but cannot break free, and sees a huge melting force.

Xuan Xiao watched helplessly as Xuan Zhen was melted by the invisible force, roaring nine times, his beast-like madness appeared, and he was tired and focused on improving his skills. Without even thinking about it, the golden blade in his hand was raised high. The strongest formation technique is the ingenuity of the infinity change.

Yuan Wuxiang, who had just completely trapped Xuan Zhen with his soul power, didn't care about himself, he swung out the Tai Chi wheel in his hand, and behind him there was a faint image of a sword that was almost the same as the Xuan Jie sword.

The two swords have the same meaning, the sword array is ingenious, with endless changes, Xuan Xiao's murderous intent is overwhelming, and the evil spirit pierces the sky. Yuan Wuxiang's weakened soul power was suffocated because of the forcible elimination of Xuan Zhenyuan Divine Beast. But he refused to withdraw his hand, and the Tai Chi cycle under his feet became faster and faster.

At this moment, Tired Shoutian suddenly changed his position, Qiyang Liaohai suddenly attacked Xuan Xiao who was trying his best to resist the ingenious change, and Yang Qianche behind him also made a move to help.

The decline was irreversible, Xuan Xiao immediately pulled out and took Xuan Zhen's body with him, ordering everyone in the prison to retreat temporarily, and the Daozhen sect didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, but they all stopped to look at the unexpected but should appear person, There is no hometown.

"Yuanwuxiang." For the first time, Tired Shoutian, who had noticed the strangeness after the opening of the Qiaoduowuji formation, walked quickly to Yuanwuxiang after the enemy retreated, and then habitually stretched out his hand to touch his eyes. people.

Yuan Wuxiang covered his lips and coughed a few times, at the same time, he quickly took three steps back to avoid Tired Shoutian's touch, and then smiled nonchalantly: "Hey, friend, how about saving me some face in front of so many people? "

"Is face more important than body?"

Tired Shoutian scolded coldly, then leaned towards Yuan Wuxiang, and Yuan Wuxiang took two steps back: "My friend, it's more face than heaven, don't you know this sentence? Besides, it's just coughing twice, it's a big deal like this You are not afraid that others will laugh at you, Fang Xiu of Peking University."

The suspicion in Tired Shoutian's heart from the very beginning was even worse, he couldn't help Yuan Wuxiang refused at all, his figure flashed behind Yuan Wuxiang in an instant, blocked his way, and put a hand on his shoulder.

Because of the truth touched by his palm, Tired Shoutian's suspicious expression slightly eased, and he said back: "In this world, people will laugh at me, but you are the only one who has no country."

"That's why I said, at least save some face for me." While talking, Yuan Wuxiang pulled away from the body under Tired Shoutian's subordinates and walked towards Yang Qianche.

"Daokui, long time see you."

"Just now, I would like to thank Master Yinbiao for saving me." Yang Qianche returned the salute, and then sighed: "Back then, I was very grateful to Master Yinbiao for his help. Now seeing that Master Yinbiao's demeanor is better than before, Yang Qianche is overjoyed."

"The silver dart has been unloaded, and there is no home for the wandering body. Dao Kui can just call me Yuan Wu Xiang directly. As for saving each other... Dao Kui is even more serious. Yuan Wu Xiang is just at the right time, and the place is right." That's all."

Yuan Wuxiang looked at Yang Qianche and answered with a smile, his expression was gentle and gentle, and he didn't see the slightest indifference that could not be easily detected when facing others these years.

Tired Shoutian unconsciously clenched his jaw, just like the heart in his chest that suddenly constricted because of Yuan Wuxiang's words.

"Why are you here?"

"I wanted to go to the summit of Yongxu to find you to eat cakes with me, but who knew that I felt your sword energy halfway, so I ran here."

"It turned out to be like this." Tired Shoutian said to Yang Qianche: "The leader, Yuan Wuxiang specially asked me to eat cakes. After we finish eating, I will go back to the Pole Hanyu."

Beizong and his party: "..."

"Okay, then we'll leave first."

"Yang Qianche... the title of Six Doors is well-deserved." Seeing the leader of the Northern Sect with a normal face leave first, Yuan Wuxiang praised him.

"You seem to be a little special to the leader."

"Is there? Could it be that your friend is jealous?"

"Do you use vinegar to serve cakes?" Tired Shoutian pondered for a while, and said with Yuan Wuxiang's surprised expression: "I haven't tried it, but you might as well try it."

"Ha, buddy... I'm really flattered by your sudden sense of humor."

Do you have a sense of humor?Tired Shoutian stepped forward and took Yuan Wuxiang's hand: "Let's go, didn't you say we want to eat cakes together?"

"Oh, just remember to eat a piece."

"You just said it nicely, but you're so stingy?"

"Yeah~ It's not because I'm stingy, but because I'm afraid that my friends will be too happy and I won't know how to restrain myself."

"Shouldn't that person who doesn't control himself be your friend?"

"It seems that you are determined to eat me, this brother did it, I am suffering..."

"Looks like the time is just right."

Seeing Tired Shoutian raise his head, Yuan Wuxiang followed suit, and what he saw was the night of the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

"You do what you want."

"It doesn't matter whether you are a guest or a guest. The silver light of the moon and the glory of the morning sun are both the same in my eyes."

"It sounds so nice, do you want me to give you an extra piece of cake?"

"What about the cake?"

Yuan Wuxiang pushed the man onto the stone chair and said with a smile: "Hey~ don't worry, please ask your friend to sit down for a while, I'll go inside and bring it to you."

"Let's go together then."

Yuan Wuxiang raised his eyebrows, and smiled again at Tired Shoutian's steady eyes: "Since my friend is not willing to part with me even a single step, then let Xun Zong take it." After all, the right person is still there after a few walls The apprentice standing in front of his body ordered: "Xun Xing, go and get the sesame seed cakes that the master made when he was very idle a few days ago."

Mo Xunxing was half a beat slow before he reacted. He loosened his body that had been suppressed by the coercion for a long time, and then took another look at the master who was still lying on the bed lifeless, and walked out quickly, waiting for his hand. When he appeared in the courtyard with biscuits in his hand, his expression was normal.

"Master, did you cook for today just for today?"

Tired Shoutian was stunned: "Huh? Did you make this cake yourself?"

"I don't want to part with that piece of biscuit you've been thinking about all this time, so I can only wrong you, my friend." After finishing speaking, he pushed the biscuit towards Juan Shoutian.

"Master, the gentleman stays away from the kitchen." Unable to see how his master treats Tired Shoutian, Mo Xunzong glared at Tired Shoutian with a stinky face, obviously these words were directed at Tired Shoutian.

"Tracking, don't be unreasonable."

"Master..."

After being coldly glanced at by his master, Mo Xunxing felt aggrieved suddenly, and Yuan Wuxiang sighed, thinking of his apprentice's early death, he relaxed his expression again: "Cultivation is also about cultivating the heart. It has been said."

"Yes, follow and teach."

"Okay, this piece of cake..." Yuan Wuxiang patted Mo Xunxing and then reached out to get a piece of cake. He didn't want to touch it for nothing, so he couldn't help but look back, only to see an empty bowl on the table .

"Friend, where's the cake?"

"It tastes good."

Yuan Wuxiang looked at his friend who was sitting there with eyes far into the sky and couldn't help but remind him of the past, he couldn't help but pat Mo Xunzong's shoulder again as a way to comfort and let people go down while laughing dumbfounded.

"I'm talking about good friends. Complaining about the younger generation is really detrimental to your prestigious reputation as Fangxiu of Peking University."

"When did I care about it?"

"Then where did this cake go? Don't tell me you've eaten it all in just a little time."

"You have more than a little time to teach disciples? If you are slow, what does it have to do with me?"

"Okay." Seemingly unable to refute, Yuan Wuxiang helplessly spread his hands: "That's why I said you don't know how to control yourself."

"It's almost time, and it's time for me to meet up with Dao Kui."

"You are an adult and you are busy, go ahead and go."

"Yuan Wuxiang, you told me that day that you can find the Northern Sect. A few days ago, Dao Kui once said to fight against the Sen Prison, Daozhen and the North and the South. Dividing will harm both sides, and combining will benefit both. What do you think?" Bu suddenly turned around and asked.

"No way."

"What about the boxing domain?"

Without saying a word, Tired Shou Tian took a deep look at his friend who is now unable to discern his thoughts, turned and stepped out of the misty rain and setting sun.