Chapter 5723: Fanwai-Qiaomu and Xuanhuang met the past life (excerpt from self-reverse astronomy)

Chapter 5723 Fanwai-Qiaomu and Xuanhuang meet the past life (excerpts from self-reverse astronomy)
Gloomy and quiet forest.
Instantly disturbed by a rush of footsteps.
Qin Nitian and Xuan Huang ran swiftly, flying in their jackets in a blink of an eye, frightened the birds on the branches, and the scattered grass debris lifted up and scattered.
There was a strong wind ahead, and there was strong wind.
Xiantian Xuanhuang and others slowly stopped, wondering.
Only then found that the road ahead was blocked by several teams of people.
Two or three hundred people slashed at the same time.
A closer look, there is a transparent grid cover across the front.
Like a glass bowl upside down, despite the turbulence of countless air currents on the hood, they were kicked back, and the proper silk was unharmed.
But the gang of force members was miserable, howling, and everyone was thrown out by the recoil force, and fell to the ground in all directions.
Ni Tian and Xuan Huang and their party stood quietly across from each other, staring at those crowds madly slashing the transparent net cover.
When the crowd retreated slightly, I realized that there was something in the net.
To be precise, it was a little girl sitting on her knees, her face almost pale to transparent.
Just like the seven-year-old scene, his hands clenched tightly with a big sword that was a little longer than his body. His dark eyes were filled with mist, and it was particularly amazing on the thin face.
His hands seemed to use the energy of breastfeeding, so that his whole body was trembling.
Beside her, an animal with a faint white fluorescent surface lying on the ground lying there. Shaped like a deer, the four hooves are covered with snow, and the middle of the forehead, a golden horn, has now lost its original luster.
The eyes of Niantian suddenly shrank.
Xuan Huang looked far away, and fell on the little girl in the glass cover. To be precise, it fell on the big sword with her hands clenched tightly, her eyes narrowed, "What kind of sword is that?"
This is so powerful, across a distance, you can feel the power of a shock wave.
At this moment, the little girl in the glass cover slowly stood up.
A tousled hair shrouded in the forehead, a nearly transparent pale face, a pair of dead eyes, and a little bit of bloodless little lips bitten.
"Not good." Xuan Huang's face changed, and he didn't wait for the voice to go out of the sky. The man was radio and swept forward.
"Retreat!" Hundreds of people at the scene changed their faces and quickly retreated.
At the same time, the big sword in the little girl's hand instantly put out the glass cover and flew at the nearest crowd.
There was only a whisper, and a buzzing vibration came from the air.
The bodies of the seven people nearby were already worn by the giant sword one by one. All seven people had a blood hole in their chest and fell to the ground on the spot.
The others in the team were shocked when they saw it, and then they retreated in panic and hurriedly scattered around.
"It's Fuxi sword."
"The mainland's Honghuangzhi and the general history of the mainland are all recorded, but there are only a few words. Fu Xijian is a treasure formed by the spirit of heaven and earth when Chaos first opened. But this has always been a legend."
"The tremendous power of Fuxi Sword cannot be controlled by the child."
Nitian's eyes followed Xuan Huang, but she saw her before the glass cover.
After another moment, the man was in the hood, holding the little girl's body with one hand, Shen Sheng said, "Nonsense. You forcibly control the edge of a weapon that is tens of thousands of times stronger, don't you want to die?"
"Sister Sister's spatial power is becoming more and more pure."
The fastest moving speed in the world is nothing more than teleportation, which can be thousands of miles between breaths.
However, the words of Xuanhuang fell, and the little girl suddenly opened her mouth with a big spit of blood.
The body shook and shook with excitement, the whole face became more transparent like a piece of paper, and the thin one seemed to be broken at any time.
Xuan Huang's shot was as good as electricity, and he had stabbed several times in her body in an instant. His eyes were cleared, "Not yet recovering the sword! Hurry!"
The child was almost dead, but this stubborn and tough man, who never bends, reminded her that when she first arrived in a strange land, when she was surrounded by strong enemies, she walked so hard.
Thinking of this, Xuan Huang's eyes softened a bit.
The little girl fell exhausted, but her body was firmly supported by Xuan Huang's hand. The flying sword, which was like chopping vegetables and chopping melons, was rushing in the outside, killing him when he saw him, and turned back.
Xuan Huang is a little girl with her eyes closed half-squat and her eyes closed.
He raised his eyes and stared coldly at the Fuxi sword, lying in mid-air, floating up and down, releasing huge energy, and full of blood.
"Hurry up!" Xuan Huang froze his face and gave the child a pulse.
The next second, there was a stunned flash in her eyes.
Seemingly unbelief, he stretched his fingers again on the little girl's veins, then withdrew his hand and looked at the girl with a twinkle of eyes.
There is no pulse.
She looked at the child.
Hantan Bibo and Shuiguang's twin pupils.
Such a clear and cold, such a dark and lonely, permeating all the world's state.
What kind of Xiao Suo should be sad in her heart.
This should be a child with a story...
"Huh." Fuxi Dajian flashed in the air, and disappeared.
Xuan Huang stepped forward to look at the dying animal beside the little girl.
It is a pity that the golden horn of that forehead has completely lost its color.
All hairs have become dull.
All this shows that the descendant of this blood-orthodox white unicorn king has been dead for a long time.
No wonder these people around are crazy, don't kill your girls and unicorns.
It is said that getting the blood of a white unicorn can gain the power of its bloodline.
Even if it is just a legend, it can make people crazy.
The eyes of Xuan Huang and Ni Tian swept across several people at the moment.
No humanity, for a legend that is unprecedented, a cup of white unicorn blood, so despicable besieging such a young girl.
At this time, the Xuanhuang in the light mask was just about to reach out and touch the white unicorn whose breath was cold and dead.
It was pushed away by the little girl's force to feed her milk.
Her entire small body was thrown on the white unicorn, holding it tightly so that no one could touch it.
Xuan Huang smiled helplessly, raised his hand and rubbed the little girl's messy head, said softly, "silly boy, you don't want to let go, how can I cut its child out?"
The little girl froze, and suddenly looked back at Xuan Huang, her eyes full of distrust and a slight shock.
After all, looking at the appearance of a white unicorn, it is impossible to see that it is carrying a small unicorn.
Xuan Huang smiled faintly at her, reached out to pull the little girl aside, and patted her head, "If you are uncomfortable, you can close your eyes and don't have to die."
Because, the broken picture is not so beautiful.
But the little girl watched from beginning to end, almost without blinking.
Soon, a white body, curled up, and eyes closed, the cat-sized unicorn was held by the black girl in the hands of Xuan Huang.
Xuan Huang squatted down and stared at the little child, and when he turned it over, he handed a pure white gourd to the girl. "I will drink it after half an hour."
The girl's alert eyes stared at Xuan Huang, then took a step back holding the little unicorn.
The child hugged it tightly, holding it very hard, and his almost pale lips were squeezed to death. His eyes were light and he could not see any expression.
Why help me? The girl didn't say anything, her eyes revealed the meaning.
Because you deserve it.
Xuan Huang smiled softly and raised her hand to caress her head.
The part of Xuanhuang against the sky will overlap with some of the contents in the astronomy.
For the sake of continuity of this book, I will delete and revise it.
All the supporting characters in the virtualized Xuanhuang Niantian are only played by Master and Uncle, and even the men with their families will not appear.
If you have read this book, please don't read it. The follow-up will be the same.
Pick only some important rough sketches.
Haven’t seen it before
(End of this chapter)