Chapter 29:

Wen Xuan can not fall in this situation, because he was down from the Ning Yuan period after all. But also because he had just come out of the Ningyuan period, he still had many habits of the Ningyuan period, and his physical strength and aura could not keep up, and gradually became a bit more strenuous.
For example, when he wanted to imitate the previous game against Luo Qingquan, there was a way to use the flying sword to change the ice blade to the enemy side. However, when he tried it, he felt a headache and couldn't rely on the ability to build the base period again. Instead, he made a mess of himself.
After Xue Binger also joined in, this strenuousness reached its peak. But he still managed to support it, and his face was not revealed at all. He seemed to be able to cope with it freely, so that the other person could not reach the end, and the more anxious he became.
"Brother Zhao!" Xue Binger could not help shouting, "Aren't you ready to shoot!"
At this time, who is not in the battle, except for the disciples of Danxinbeiyuan who manipulated the dome, only the Qingyumen with the surname Zhao is left.
The simplicity in the round hood, at this time, have taken out the five or six pieces of armor that Wen Xuan sent him, wrapped himself tightly and firmly, while resisting the lightning in the hood, he continued to chop inwardly. Outer membrane, the whole person is so anxious that there are blue tendons on the neck.
"Hey hey, my sister is anxious, look at the means of the brother." And after the shouting of the Qingyumen Zhao, he decisively pulled out a ... vulture from the pocket in the waist.
Qingyumen and Ziyulou are in the same vein. They are best at catching and breeding various monsters.
As soon as the bald eagle was pulled out, he was driven by the person with the surname Zhao and flew straight to try to peck blind Wen Xuan's eyes. The result did not wait for Wen Xuan to take a hand to deal with it, only to hear it suddenly scream, a sudden stop in the air, fled and flew back, stopping on the shoulder of the man with the surname Zhao shaking.
The person with the surname Zhao smiled, "I heard that Shui Yunzong Wen Daoyou was a monster beast, so it's true."
Xue Binger stomped with anger.
The people of the surname Zhao did not feel a bit ashamed, and still looked at the people in the field with a smile, as if the winning coupons were in their hands and they were in the chest.
And Jian has stopped the futile chopping at this time. The whole person sat in a hood under layers of protection, and closed his eyes after a while. His aura was blocked by the dome, and no one knew what he was doing, only when he finally gave up. What if you don't give up? After all, he is still refining gas. The reason why those people trapped him in this round hood was to bully him, after all, just to refine gas.
Wen Xuan is already at the end of the crossbow. However, he did not want to give up. In this case, he was still fighting more and more bravely. Instead, he forced the people in front to retreat for a few minutes. He wanted to fight a path, at least a few more cuts outside the dome. As long as it is easy to save, even if it is a spell of vitality for the two.
But when he gritted his teeth and tried to fight hard, he stepped into a bush of grass and suddenly his ankle hurt, as if he was bitten by something.
The pain was very slight, but Wen Xuan's warning came suddenly. He hurriedly backed out of the siege of the men, raised his trouser legs, and saw the sight that made his scalp numb. I saw a tiny blood eye at the ankle, and a black bug was drilling into him.
"Hey hehe, hahaha!" The Qingyumen who surnamed Zhao suddenly laughed, "You did it, you did it!"
With a bite of Yinxuan's silver teeth, the sharp blade in his hand turned decisively, resolutely making a cut in the wound and letting out some blood. But the little black bug had disappeared, and it had long been unknown where to go.
"It's useless!" Zhao Qingqingmen blew a whistle, "Unless you cut this leg directly! Oh yes, even now, even if you cut this leg directly, it is useless. Strike yourself with a sword, hahahaha! "
Xue Binger saw this, and a little smile appeared on his face. She also made a gesture, so that the remaining two stopped the offensive. Instead, she took two steps back to protect the person with the surname Zhao Yuqing.
"What the is this?" Wen Xuan asked with a black face.
"Mo Ji Mo Ji, you'll know soon." Zhao surnamed Qingyumen smiled and took out a small box from the waist pocket, and then took out a canine-shaped monster. Then he opened the small box, which contained a black bug exactly the same.
The corner of this man's mouth was very grinning, his throat kept laughing, and he was clearly thinking of something to care about. He stared at the little black worm for a while, then looked at Wenxuan with a smile, and then set his eyes on the dog-shaped monster again, his eyes flickered.
The tingling sensation of Wen Xuan's scalp was passed down the back, and he couldn't help getting cold for a while. Although he didn't know what would happen, this intense anxiety had forced him to rush forward, and Jianguang sprinkled like a pep.
But before the whole three were guarded by this person, Wen Xuan firmly blocked Wen Xuan's offensive and made Wen Xuan unable to move closer.
"Wen Daoyou, you regret it." Xue Binger looked sullenly. "Soon you will regret that you did not die directly under our ambush just now."
"Hahahaha!" The Qingyumen couldn't help but burst into a proud giggle again.
He had pinched the canine-shaped monster's mouth with one hand, opened his jaws, and passed the little worm into his mouth with the other hand, and he was about to feed it and swallow it.
"No!" Strong anxiety has made Wen Xuan's heart like falling ice cave, the sword light is getting stronger, but he can't break through the immediate siege, "Stop!"
No one cares about his struggle, and everyone is making bad laughs.
At this time, a crisp crackling came out suddenly, and it seemed extremely discordant among these laughter.
"What!" The guy who had been driving Jin Chan's round hood suddenly exclaimed.
The cry had not yet landed, and a dark shadow had rushed to his eyes.
In today's situation, Xue Binger and the other three stopped Wen Xuan in front, while the disciples of Danxinbeiyuan and the Qingyumen were behind. When Heiying rushed in, the three of them were already overwhelmed. The disciples of Danxinbeiyuan were also scared and just knew that they were going back.
Heiying didn't care about him at all, and the lightning-fast sword cut directly at the top of the Qingyumen.
Of course, the shadow that suddenly rushes past can only be simple. In the original location of the simple, the pale gold dome had been shattered, and pieces of broken crystals were laid on the ground. At the moment of the moment, he broke out of the dome himself.
But how could he break out? Everyone couldn't turn this corner all at once, and couldn't help but feel a little sluggish. Even the siege of Wenxuan was empty for a moment.
The Qingyumen was also frightened by this sudden situation, and could not help loosening his hands. The dog-shaped monster beeped and ran away.
But the black bug was still in his other hand.
"Master Jian!" Wen Xuan couldn't help exclaiming when she saw this, "Be careful!"
But it was too late. While Jian Guang split, the Qingyumen's palm conditioned reflex forward shot, just above the simple neck.
But in an instant, the black bug crawled in.
"Brother Jane ..." Wen Xuan couldn't help but worry, and the whole person could not help but take a step back.
At this moment, a lot of weird feelings suddenly appeared in his heart. There are many ... many emotions that don't belong to him, many thoughts that don't belong to him, many things that he has never seen before, all of a sudden rushing out of his heart.
But those things were too many and too complicated, only rushing through his heart in the tumultuous mood, and could not engraved anything in the memory, leaving only a feeling of connection.
But there is another picture, because it is too strange, Wen Xuan remembered it.
It was a square room, and the walls were not made of mud. It was flat like a knife. And every wall so flat was painted incredibly white. This white room has a window. The style of the window is very strange to Wenxuan, and the same white curtain is hanging. White sheets, white bedding, white clothes, white doors, strange bottles hanging from the bedside, and some strange instruments ticking around. The tip of the nose is still lingering with a weird odor, not fragrant or stinky, indescribable and difficult to ignore.
This is the picture that repeats most in those simple and sudden thoughts.
Although it is so white, this picture does not feel bright and clean, but a bit cold and a bit sad.
Wen Xuan wanted to take a closer look at this picture, but the feeling of being in the same mood was only for a moment. When he returned to God and re-read the reality in front of him, his next step had just stood still.
Fortunately, the three who were besieging him were also in a trance because of shock, and did not attack him at this time.
As for the three, the short-minded disciples of Danxinbeiyuan have been scared to the ground and almost urinated.
Right in front of this person, a simple hand picked up the knife and fell, a sharp blade cut iron like mud, and directly split the half-head of the fox-eyed Qingyumen. That half of the head fell aside, and it bounced and rolled on the ground, spilling a red and white object, which was terrible.
At this time, Jianzheng was reaching out and touching her neck, and her fingertips lightly touched the eyes bitten by the black bug, and her brows frowned slightly. At that moment, he was naturally connected with Wenxuan's mind, but it was only because Wenxuan knew in the past that the impact was not so great.
The bright red blood dripped from Cheng Liang's blade and coagulated into a small beach on the ground. This is no longer the sword in the hand before Jian Jian, but the one he replaced. The handle of Wen Xuan's forefoot was just given to him, which is the best sword for the base period.
Simple took the fingertips away from the neck and smiled disdainfully. He just held the sword, his eyes filled with rage, but the corner of his mouth looked at the remaining people with a smile, "Should I be grateful to you?"
In the desperate situation trapped by the round hood, he simply broke the boat and made a desperate effort, and at the crucial moment of the stern moment, he broke through to the foundation building.
And he was so angry, squinting his eyes, holding the sword, slowly walking out of the body with only half of his head still left, step by step towards several others. Lined with the blood that was splashed all over, like a ghost who just stepped out of the earth house.
Not only the disciples of Danxinbeiyuan, but even the three of them were scared with green faces.
Although they are not good people, their age is not big after all. Such scenes are still rare, and they have not slowed down until now.
So at the same time, simply put the air pump out. That's the air machine that already belongs to the foundation period. Either because of the simple and perfectly balanced five-element spiritual roots, or because of his current rage, this Qi is even stronger than the ordinary monk-builder.
"Ah! Ah, ah, ah!" That Dan Xinbeiyuan disciple was agitated by this Qi machine, and suddenly bounced off the ground, despite being ignored, he was so frightened that he ran away and ran away.
Simple but never care about him.
After beheading that hateful Qingyumen, Jian Jian only looked at one person with hatred—Xue Binger.
Accelerating briefly and violently, the blade of the sword sighed on the ground and rushed to Xue Binger's eyes. No doubt he wanted to kill the woman in one fell swoop.
Xue Binger screamed in a panic, trying to defend himself. But even when she was still in the gas refining period, Jian Jian had never been afraid of her. How could she be afraid now? With such an unpredictable panic, he only shook his figure and resolved it easily. The sharp blade of the sword was still straight towards Xue Binger. At this moment, the wind from the blade almost scratched her face.
The two Penglai Northern male disciples, who had been guarding beside her, were also taken by simple momentum at this time, and they have not been able to react until now.
In this case, watching the next simple breath can kill the woman.
Xue Binger escaped.
It wasn't anyone who saved Xue Binger, but a magic weapon she had with her. At the very moment of the moment, I saw that Yu Pei flashed sharply around her waist, emitting white light to cover Xue Binger, blocking all simple offensives. By the time the white light had dissipated, Xue Binger's body had disappeared.
A magic weapon with a teleport function?
A simple cheek twitched, and only frustratedly threw the sword tip, "These rich people."
He looked away and looked at the remaining two.
The two did not react until Jian Jian's sword tip was about to hit Xue Binger's nose. They were about to attack Jian Jian, but were stopped by Wen Xuan, who also reacted. Then Xue Binger was wrapped in white light and fled, which made the two people stunned.
Wait until the simple eyes come over, what can these two people hesitate to do? Run decisively with the sword.
Simple wants to chase, but his body can't help but crook. He has just stepped into a new realm, and even two killing moves before he is stable, he is really uncomfortable under the aura of aura.
"Brother Jane!" Wen Xuan rushed to his side and quickly supported him.
At this point, these people who had stopped the road were already running dead, easily relieved, and their bodies fell to Wenxuan's arms, revealing their fragile side without concealment.
Wen Xuan held his hands, carefully crossing his aura into it, and slowly helped him sort out the agitated spirit in his body. After a while, the simple feeling was much better, and my eyes were closed slightly. Wen Xuan's eyes fell on his trembling eyelashes, looked for a long time, then looked at his pale face, and finally turned to his neck.
Just on the side of the neck, the tiny red blood eyes fell on the simple white skin, which was extremely conspicuous.
"Brother Jane ..." Wen Xuan wanted to say something, but stopped talking. He looked again at the terrible corpse where the Qingyumen was lying, looking strange.
Jian Jian opened her eyes and saw this scene, thinking that Wen Xuan didn't think he should kill.
Wen Xuan does not like him to kill, but since he was killed in that situation, Wen Xuan is not entangled. Now Wenxuan tangled is another thing.
He touched the eye on Easy Neck. Your fingertips are slightly cold, making it easy to slap.
"What the is this?" Wenxuan asked.
"A kind of poison," Jian Jian replied, narrowing her neck.
Wenxuan was suddenly surprised, "You know?"
Simple can not help but speechless. Obviously, although Wen Xuan asked him, he didn't expect him to answer at all, it was more like talking to himself.
But now that he knew it simply, Wen Xuan asked, "What poison?"
"... probably the same mind." Then, without waiting for Wen Xuan to continue to ask questions, he briefly blocked them, "I don't know the specifics."
This is of course a lie. Tongxinyi played an unknown role in the original work. Its function has been repeatedly emphasized several times, and simplicity has long been kept in mind. In the middle and late period of the original book, one of Qin Shiyu's sisters got it with this gadget.
But since he said so, Wen Xuan would not doubt, but sighed a pity.
Although it is not clear, based on the strange feeling in the moment after the simple stroke, and the name of concentric concubine, Wen Xuan estimated that the two identical black bugs should be two sides of the same body, like one The two ends of the line can make the two of Zhongli work hard together. Thinking about it that way, Wen Xuan could not help but think of another little worm that was almost fed to the dog-shaped monster.
Now, with him being simple, the mood is more complicated. On the one hand, fortunately, it is not someone else who is connected to their own efforts, and on the other hand, I don't know if this poison is harmful to the two.
"Brother ..." Just then, he simply and carefully asked him, "Did we have ... what did you see when we were slandering?"
Wenxuan looked at him strangely, "Did you see anything?"
"Seems to see a little bit of the past," Jian Jian replied, "but just passing by without seeing clearly."
past? Was the scene seen at that time actually the past of another person?
So is that weird white room a simple past?
Wen Xuan opened her lips, almost all the questions slid to her mouth, but she didn't exit.
Brother Jian, what's your past like? Wen Xuan found himself unable to ask this question. Only now and then did he realize that he knew nothing about the young man's past.
And through this simple look of tension now, Wen Xuan can feel that he doesn't want to let himself know.
Wen Xuan was silently embarrassed.
In this embarrassing silence, the body of the Qingyumen who had been ignored by the two suddenly moved slightly. 2k novel reading network