[Thunderbolt] Your sister

Above the cold peak, layers of ice covered the medicine cauldron.

The two heavens of ice and fire are exactly the special refining method of the Central Plains pharmacist, and it seems that it is nearing the final stage.

Qin Jiaxian sent Yinshiren and Yetuling to report to Chunlin Realm and Wuming Peak respectively, and came to find Mu Shaoai in a hurry, sneezing and shivering all the way.

"Huh? Qin Jiaxian, you look flustered, what's going on?" Mu Shaoai turned around and asked, with a usual smile on his face.

"Mu...Ah Choi! Mu Shaoai, something serious happened!"

Qin Jiaxian explained to him the paradoxical situation that happened with the Yuren brothers and sisters, and Mu Shaoai's face became more and more serious.

Different from Feng Qianxue and Yuren, although the two brothers and sisters were born in a sinful pit, after all, they are not as good as Mu Shaoai, who is up and down in the bloody rivers and lakes. This kind of unclear situation immediately reminded him of the worst possibility.

There is nothing more terrifying in the martial arts world than the unknown.

Chaos means the complexity of forces, and the murderous intent of one step at a time.

"I'm talking about Mu Shaoai, is it dangerous for Feng Qianxue to go to the sin pit alone? I always feel that this matter is unusual."

"Hmm..." A gloomy shadow hit Mu Shaoai's brows, and in a flash of thought, he made a decision: "Qin Jiaxian, please go to Canlin to inform me, I will handle this matter myself soon .”

"No problem, I'll go first."

After sending Qin Jiaxian away, Mu Shaoai calmed down his thoughts, suppressed the anxiety that was racing in his heart, concentrated his energy, and used his whole body's vital energy to send all of them to the medicine refining place.

"Cultivate the sky to mend the wind and clouds, and use the divine cauldron to refine Taixu!"

The imperial edict appeared out of thin air and then scattered again, the golden rainbow dragon, the sky storm, the divine tripod opened again, and the mountains and rivers cracked and shook.

The purple vitality flowed out from Mu Shaoai's mouth, speeding up the progress of refining medicine.

"Ah..." Mu Shaoai staggered back a few steps when his physical strength was exhausted for a while, and murmured: "Using up my primordial skills, changing the medicine is quick. God, please don't let the way of the Featherman die!"

……

In Guiliang Military Mansion, Tan Wuyu is discussing recent trends in the Demon Realm with the owner of Guiliang Mansion.

"The Art of War says: Be as still as a mountain, and move as a thunder. The Alien Demon Realm is well versed in the way of using soldiers, and it can be suppressed and has not moved until now. It is really hard to guess the intention."

"Maybe they're brewing the next wave of attacks."

"I hope that the layout of Lianyun people can catch up with the storm in time."

"Aza!" Suddenly a figure sprang up in the garden: "Tan Wuyu, the shady corpse has come to report!"

"What's new?"

"The details are as follows..." Yinshiren told Tan Wuyu and Guiliang Tianxia all the information he knew, which caused the two wise men to think deeply.

"Hmm... this matter is revealed to be weird."

Guiliang Tianxia's whiskers murmured: "The sword of investigating demons must not be lost. How about it, the Guiliang Military Mansion sends people to the Pit of Sin to investigate, maybe it can help."

"I'm sorry, Palace Master, thank you in advance for Tanwuyu."

"You're welcome, the Central Plains and the Bingfu are allies, and the branch should do what it is supposed to do. Feiyu, you go and arrange the candidates for the battle. Yinshiren, please lead the way later."

"no problem."

……

People from all parties gradually converged, and the crisis escalated step by step.

"Mad Dragon, come out—!"

Losing his mind and completely falling into madness, Yuren Feixie forced his way through the narrow mountain road that had already been laid in an ambush outside the Pit of Sin, and dragged his wounded body thousands of miles to the Shenglong Sands, looking for the crazy dragon to laugh.

And Kuanglong——after taking the understanding and qi-invigorating golden pills, he swaggered to Falling Bird Mountain with a few maids to wait for work, drink a little wine and listen to ditties, it was very pleasant.

He was waiting, waiting for Yuren to be exhausted by various ambushes in the sinful pit, waiting for Yuren to be enraged step by step by his deliberate misleading.

Lie in the tiger leather chair and pick his teeth, he squinted at the trembling maid holding the fruit plate, and pretended to shake his head and sighed: "Seeing that you are trembling with fright, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's not so scary anymore."

"Yes……"

"Yes."

The maid said yes, but she couldn't let go of her fear at all.

Just when the mad dragon let out a big yawn out of boredom, the young man in white roared angrily from the air: "The mad dragon——!!!"

Kuanglong regained his energy in an instant, and jumped up with a playful smile: "Don't shout so affectionately, I'm coming!"

The extreme excitement, the rounds of battles, Yuren has already had red eyes, and when he heard the arrogant laughter of the wild dragon, he felt the blood flow from his whole body against his forehead, and his hatred reached the extreme.

"Hey, Yuren Xiaoxie, long time no see, hello!" Kuanglong waved at him: "Did you receive the greeting from my godfather? Hahahahahaha..."

Yuren choked up with grief and anger: "You...! Where is Axue?!"

Kuanglong put on a sad expression like a cat crying and a mouse: "Hey, where is she, she, she... woo woo woo woo woo... What do you think?"

"drink--!"

Immediately, the divine sword Tianqi was unsheathed, and Yuren spread his six wings and attacked without even thinking about it.

Calm versus crazy, mentally calculating but unintentionally, the mad dragon swayed the chains on the scales with ease: "Not enough, not fast enough, can't kill me like this? Hahahahahahahahaha!!!"

The frenzied laughter adds to the turmoil in the heart, and the bloodshot eyes are Yuren who is getting more and more crazy as he fights.

There is no tactics, no rules, just attack randomly with a cavity of anger.

No matter how fast he speeds up, he can't break through the Kuanglong's defense line; no matter how much strength he uses, he can't hurt the Kuanglong.

Infinite sadness flooded his whole body, he drew his sword again and again, accelerated again and again, Yuren Feixie didn't know what he was doing anymore.

"Not enough, not enough."

"Well, this step finally has a trace of appearance, but it still can't hurt me."

"You don't have any new tricks? Otherwise, I'll go back to catch up on sleep."

……

The mad dragon continued to stimulate harshly.

Yuren's figure suddenly paused, he opened his lunge and restrained his breath.

The wings of the silver knife and the six wings on the back came out together, suddenly lifted up and lifted into the air, accelerating the dive, like a celestial being breaking through the moon palace.

Seeing this, the mad dragon quickly retracted the chain, and the reverse scale in his hand continued to rotate, causing the surrounding air to rotate reversely.

"ah--!"

The six-winged sword technique that surpassed the limit, and the confrontation with Nilin's move, the result was——

defeat!

Both feet were bleeding profusely, and cold sweat dripped down his face.

The master and the apprentice also lost their wings under Ni Lin!

The package on his back slid down, dripping, and a human head rolled out.

Yuren struggled and stretched out his hand, trying to get back the human head, but just as he was about to touch the gray messy hair, Kuanglong stepped on his hand.

"Tsk tsk, although you are bad, I am worse than you. Ouch, come to me with a dead head? Let me have a look... Great! Illusionist is very skilled!"

"What are you talking about?!"

"Haha, this is a special head made by an illusionist, isn't it very realistic? Isn't it very vivid?"

"You!" Yuren stared dumbfounded at the "lonely" person's head emitting a puff of smoke, turning into a strange face he had never seen before.

A feverish brain is cold.

...he fell for it!

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo . Bring it here. Well, send you, send you, the master and the apprentice are good companions, woo woo woo... really touching!"

"Do you want to avenge your master? Oh, it's a pity. How do you feel if you can't take revenge? I'm sorry? It's sad? It's painful? Look, look, I'm still alive and kicking! Life is so impermanent!"

"Did you know? Lone Que is not as lucky as you, the move just now broke his hamstrings. Yue Buquan Lonely Que, Que, is incomplete Que! Hehehehe..."

Kuanglong laughed and rolled all over the floor.

"shut up!"

Yuren clenched the sky and cried, his will surpassed the limit, and the sword energy scattered all over the sky like a storm, and the mad dragon couldn't avoid it, and was injured immediately.

After the ultimate move, Yuren completely lost his strength and collapsed in the dust.

"This really scares me! It's not fun, it's not fun, I won't play with you! Bye..."

Raising the knife to cut, the Confucian sword comes with majestic aura.

"Wow, another one!"

The mad dragon jumped three steps away.

Feng Qianxue suppressed her anger and rushed into the battle siege, knowing that it was important to save people, she grabbed Yuren and turned around and ran away, but she was stabbed by Kuanglong in the back, and immediately felt a dull pain in her chest.

Fortunately, Kuanglong didn't come after him. Seeing Yuren's injury, she changed direction and went straight to the residual forest.

The blood flowing from Yuren's body quickly soaked the clothes on her back, and her heart became anxious, and her steps became faster.

There are still two-thirds of the distance to the residual forest, and she can't wait to grow two pairs of wings and fly directly there.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of weapons trembling in the air.

With the sword out, Xiang Rixie's pale face faced her face to face.

"I said before, you can't escape the sanctions of darkness."

"roll!"

With Feng Qianxue carrying the seriously injured Yuren on his back, it was difficult for him to move, so he could only fight with one hand. In addition, he had been somewhat injured in the previous two fights with the Kuanglong, which made it very difficult.

After more than twenty moves, she finally showed a little fatigue, busy parrying, and seeing that she was in danger——

"Hongfei Mingming!"

The timely help made her temporarily relieved.

"Qianxue, leave this place to me, let's go." Mu Shaoai tried his best to speed up the refining speed, and looked very tired at the moment.

Feng Qianxue looked at him hesitantly: "Mu Shaoai, you..."

"go!"

"Be careful!" Knowing that there was no time to delay, Feng Qianxue continued to move forward with Yuren on her back, seeing that she was far away from the sinful pit, but countless demon soldiers rushed out like ants in front of her.

……I see!

Mad Dragon, Pit of Sin.

Demon King, Alien Demon Realm.

Such a deep tacit understanding, such a poisonous strategy!

But she didn't understand what went wrong, it seemed that every step was counted out by the other party!

Lowering his eyes, he suppressed his anger, threw out a spell, and turned decisively to detour.

——She didn't have time to deal with these endless minions.

It was dawn, and there was a light mist lingering in the woods in the morning.

While Feng Qianxue was running wildly, a cold wind suddenly blew away the mist in front of her eyes. Teng Xielang and Shesheng Tongzi, one in front of one and the other in the back, one quiet and the other frantic, locked the direction of travel.

At the same time, she sensed that a large number of magic soldiers behind her had broken through the magic blockade and were approaching.

Feng Qianxue couldn't help clenching her teeth.

——Today, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave.

"Hand over the magic sword and weep for heaven, maybe you can save yourself from death." Teng Xielang was as arrogant as ever, with a little provocation.

In any case, this woman killed all the first seats, killed Pan Xie in front of his eyes, and cooperated with Yuren Feixie to destroy the eyes of the Hanhai Formation.It's time to settle the old and new grudges.

Feng Qianxue's gaze swiveled a few times between the two demon generals, then suddenly turned again, heading towards the only road left on the right.

——It is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and it is a dead end.

Normally, Feng Qianxue would never step on such an obvious trap, but now that the incident happened suddenly and the situation was compelling, she couldn't control it anymore.

There are always some people and things in the world that are not needed at all and it is impossible to measure whether they are worthwhile.

Since there is no way to retreat, since there is no escape, since this cheating fate does not intend to let the brothers and sisters go - then she resolutely chooses to resist to the end!

She believes in fate, but she doesn't accept fate!

Quickly pierced through the palm of the hand, where the drops of blood were poured, the eyes pierced through one by one, and Yuren's whole body was shrouded in red light.

This is the Confucian style of gate control - the seven-star array of blood and soul.

As long as she doesn't die, the formation will not be broken; as long as she is still breathing, no one can move Yuren Feixie!

Bo Hanbo went out to visit friends, and after Ye Tuling passed the news, Duanyan Xifeng hurriedly rushed to the Pit of Sin.Fearing that she might make a mistake, Yan Guiren had no choice but to follow.

As soon as Po Xuanqi was brought back from the formation by the illusionist, he was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger. When he saw the hard guy coming, he immediately went out to meet the enemy.

Illusionists have always been the type to hide behind and play tricks. Now that there is a helper with strong limbs and a simple mind, Po Xuanqi, it is even more handy to launch illusions.

Originally, with Yan Guiren's strength, Po Xuanqi might not be able to defeat him, but with the layout of the illusionist, the situation became much more complicated.

When he and Xifeng managed to get out of the illusion, the illusionist disappeared long ago, and Po Xuanqi couldn't bear Yan Guiren's natural strange power, so he simply lay down and pretended to be dead: "Xiao Gou is not here, don't look for me, don't look for me!"

"Where is Yuzai?!" Duanyan Xifeng asked sharply.

Po Xuanqi waved his big butt to pretend to be an ostrich, took advantage of the west wind not paying attention, raised a cloud of dust, quickly got away, and said: "I don't know!"

"You! Damn it!"

"Well, drink—!" Yan Guiren knocked off the roof of a thatched hut with a halberd, and saw the judge and judge shivering in a ball inside.

Xifeng strode forward and put a knife on the judge's neck: "Tell me, where are Qianxue and Yuzai?!"

"At...in... Falling Bird Mountain..."

Too lazy to pay any attention to the two people who were about to piss, Xifeng and Yan Guiren immediately rushed to the direction of Suiaoniao Mountain.

On the other side, Bo Hanbo, who wandered back to Wuming Peak after visiting friends, found that his little sister and Yan Guiren had disappeared, and he was looking for people up and down the mountain.

Huanyu Qizang came to Wuming Peak in his carriage and told Bo Hanbo about Yuren and Feng Qianxue.

Bo Hanbo can be regarded as an old Jianghu, even though he didn't figure out the ins and outs, he immediately understood the seriousness of the matter, and set off in a hurry before asking about the purpose of Huanyu Qizang.

"In this game, Yuren Feixie still can't die, but let's see how much Zhengdao will spend for it." Huanyu Qizang bid farewell to King Lu, thinking inwardly, showing his strategizing demeanor.

……

The remnant forest, the mysterious place in the martial arts world, an extraordinary figure stepped out today.

The Howling Knife was ordered to fight, hoping to help the righteous way of the Central Plains turn the tide!

"Kill—kill—"

The endless shouts of killing filled the ears.

Yuren regained a little bit of sobriety from the temporary coma.

where is he?

There are steep mountains on all sides, surrounding this valley.

Who are these people?

Attacking like endless ants.

In front of him was a blood-stained gray robe, and a long sword danced like a heavenly soldier.

Who is that?

...By the way, that's Axue, the younger sister.

Those people are besieging the little sister.

Why not go?

Yuren opened his mouth to shout, but found that he couldn't find his voice.

You can't beat so many people, go, go, go!

A sword.

Another sword.

Blood stained robes.

endlessly.

Let's go—!

After a long battle, he was still unable to break through the line of defense, and Yuren Feixie was protected by a special formation around him...

Teng Xielang raised his eyebrows, and raised his hand to signal the demon soldiers to make room to meet Feng Qianxue in person.

The ghost clan is orthodox, but it is intriguing.

The school of Confucianism is orthodox, and the stars are ten.

One evil and one good, one crowd and one widow, did not diminish Feng Qianxue's power at all.

The moon reflects the river and the sky, the waves turn clear and snow, the clouds and sandbanks, the vast sea and the sky, the clouds and clouds, the years are dry and prosperous.

One move and one style, the Confucian style is magnificent, every wound on the body will definitely take away several lives in the demon world, even if Teng Xielang makes a move to block it-put them to death and then come back to life, the brave will win when they meet on a narrow road!

Feng Qianxue fought more and more fiercely, and Teng Xielang became more and more angry.

——He was almost crushed and beaten?Since the battle so far, has it ever been so embarrassing!

Just when he was about to gamble on the glory of the ghost clan and was about to fight with all his strength, the Shesheng Boy moved.

——Double halberds fight against Confucianism.

"Forgiveness!"

This is the dissatisfied Teng Xie Lang.

"Mission first."

This is an unconcerned pardon for giving birth to a boy.

"Humph!"

With one enemy and two, Feng Qianxue felt the pressure, but still firmly stood in front of the formation protecting the Yuren, not allowing any enemy to get even half a step closer.

The loss of physical strength accelerated, his arms became limp and weak, and his reactions became more and more sluggish.

She felt that she had reached her limit.

Suddenly, the purple thunder and lightning fell, piercing her right shoulder. The pain caused her to freeze, and when her knee trembled, Teng Xielang gave another blow. She was thrown several steps away by the huge impact and knelt down. go down.

Lying on the ground with a sword in one hand, barely supporting her body, the blood from the wound on her forehead stained her sight red.

She can no longer use sword moves...

But she knew that she couldn't use Xuanzong's martial arts—she didn't know what the medicine she had just swallowed would do, so she couldn't cause trouble for Zhe Mo and the others!

The formation of the Blood Soul Seven Stars fluctuated and gradually dissipated. Teng Xielang went straight forward to grab the magic sword, Heaven Weeping.

Feng Qianxue lowered her head and wiped away the blood in front of her eyes, breathed hard, raised her finger and pressed it between her eyebrows, activated the spell to block her brain consciousness, and pulled out the sword bit by bit from the dirt...

"The angry silver man fell to nine days—!"

The vast and surging Confucian holy spirit rushed straight into the sky, swirling the wind and clouds in all directions, breaking the atmosphere of evil spirits and demons, and bringing along countless stumps and broken arms.

The ten best stars, No.13 style.

Excessive load caused multiple qi channels in the body to burst and bleed;

When the bloody storm subsided, Teng Xielang looked down at the long sword pierced into his chest in disbelief. The ridiculously gorgeous sword stopped in front of his chest, so deep that it had no handle——and opposite him, Feng Qianxue's abdomen was already dead. Pierced deeply by his halberd.

...Both lose!

Shesheng Tongzi was thrown back a few steps by this unexpectedly shocking move. After stabilizing his heels, he suppressed the numb shoulders, swung his halberd vigorously, stood up and stabbed, piercing Feng Qianxue's chest from behind.

Feng Qianxue raised her head abruptly, her eyes were as sharp as two sword qi, without any sign of fatigue, it made Teng Xielang feel chills in his heart.

She resolutely let go of the hilt of the sword, grasped the tip of the halberd piercing through her chest with both hands, and before the pain could reach her brain, she vigorously shook her head back and threw out the seven poisonous needles hidden in her temples—that was her. Prepare the hidden weapon used to deal with the mad dragon.

The poisonous needle is as thin as silk, flying with the force of the wind.Shesheng instinctively turned around to dodge, just when he felt that he should have avoided it completely, he suddenly felt numbness in his left face and shoulder.

Two poisonous needles, one brushed the cheek, and the other penetrated the left shoulder.

Hidden needles in the bottom of the hair, the number of killers!

Although it is not the style of a warrior, this kind of tenacious and unyielding will makes the young and famous general of the devil world feel a little bit of admiration.

It's a pity that in the end it's a battle of trapped beasts, struggling to the death.

With strength in his hands, he raised his halberd, drawing an arc in the air, and Feng Qianxue flew out like a kite with a broken string.In front of Yuren Feixie, blood rained down from the sky...

"stop!!!"

The hurried figure, and the shouts of fright and anger, were Mu Shaoai, Bo Hanbo and others who arrived.

The battle situation suddenly turned unfavorable, and Shesheng quickly summoned the Thunder Wolf Beast, took the dying Teng Xielang with him, and escaped into a different space, and all the demon soldiers took advantage of the situation and retreated.

All the visitors turned pale with shock when they witnessed such a tragic scene.

Shentu Dongliu stopped Xiang Rixie for Mu Shaoai, and the ghost beam soldiers broke up the formation of the demon army, but in this situation...

Bo Hanbo rushed to Yuren's side to check his situation, while Mu Shaoai and Xifeng hurriedly picked up Feng Qianxue.

The girl who was full of vigor and vitality a few days ago is now covered in dust and scars, and blood is still dripping from her wet clothes.

Mu Shaoai felt chills in his heart, and immediately tapped her acupoints with the water pipe to stop the bleeding—even though a voice in his heart was shouting "It's too late, it's too late".

"Yuzai! How do you feel, Yuzai?"

Bo Hanbo asked anxiously, and found that there was still a weak Confucian magic circle around Yuren, so he calmed down a bit, it seemed that Qianxue used magic to protect him.

But he heard a nervous and anxious call from the other end.

"Qianxue, hold on!" Mu Shaoai continued to exert her internal energy to protect Feng Qianxue's heart veins, but for some reason, the two serious injuries on her chest and abdomen were still bleeding like a fountain, unable to stop.

Feng Qianxue felt that her life was flowing with her blood, she used her last bit of strength to grab Mu Shaoai's sleeve: "Save... save him..."

The will can no longer support the dying body, and the fingers slipped from the warm yellow sleeves.

Mu Shaoai's eyes were sore one after another, watching helplessly that pair of eyes that had always been strong and firm gradually disintegrated, slowly closed, slowly closed...

"Qianxue!"

"Ah!" Duanyan Xifeng let out an exclamation, and cautiously, with a little trembling, she put her hands on Feng Qianxue's face and neck.

— no breathing, no pulse.

Qianxue...dead...dead...

She subconsciously turned around and looked at Yuren Feixie.

The young man in white was seriously injured, his body was still unable to move, but his eyes were fixed on Feng Qianxue who was surrounded by everyone.

Crazy demeanor, bloodshot eyes, expression of refusal to accept... This kind of state of mind, Yan Guiren can't understand it very well.

So, when everyone was so shocked by the unexpected tragedy that they couldn't move, he took a step forward to pick up Feng Qianxue, and silently brought her to Yuren.

Yuren Feixie was in a trance and dazed, subconsciously took over his sister's body.

All the people in the room watched with grief, the eyes of the taciturn young man were rapidly and irreparably dimmed at this moment.

—and finally turned into ashes.

Mu Shaoai moved his lips with difficulty, but found that he couldn't even utter a thin syllable.

say what?

Yuzai, condolences?

Who is qualified to say such things, after the other party has lost their teachers and close relatives one after another?

In the silent silence, the cicadas became louder and louder.

It has been cold with the lonely lamp falling.

The reason why I chose to drop the solitary lamp as a place of shelter may also be to freeze the memory, to freeze the kind of heart-wrenching pain and torture.The white world is always silent, only the snow is falling, such a scene can make people calm down.After living there for so many years, Yuren Feixie has gotten used to the cold there.

However, at this moment, under the bright and warm sunshine, he also felt unspeakably cold.

Cold, very cold, the air-conditioning spread from his chest to his limbs, and the air-conditioning burned like ice and fire, burning his internal organs to ashes.

Feng Qianxue's body, which had lost temperature, leaned against his arms.

Even when she was weak in the past, she was always stubborn and resolute, and her slender body seemed to hide infinite potential, bringing him warmth and faith that he had never had before—this is the person he is closest to, the one with him. People connected by blood, no one can replace the warmth.

He wanted to hold her tighter, just like how he hugged her to escape danger time and time again when he was a child.

But he couldn't move anymore.

Can't move a bit.

He couldn't even shed a tear.

His eyes suddenly turned gray, and there was only a gloomy humming in his ears. He could not see or hear anything, neither saw nor heard...

"Feather boy!"

Green stalk Lengfeng, Wangtian Gushe.

The sky is still bleak, and the sound of the piano is still sparse.

In the distant sky, a star of fate gradually faded away.

The hands of the blue-shirted Taoist playing the piano could not be put down, and his fingers were clenched again, and blue veins appeared faintly on the back of his white and moist hands.

"Alien Demon Realm...Xuanzong and you, add another blood feud!"