Chapter 177: Cut off the wind

Three miles away from Leijiapu, Wuxin, dressed in a white monk robe, and Minghou, who carried a golden sword, were running swiftly. They fleeed with the angry sword immortal all the way, finally relying on Xie Xuan and Li Hanyi. After throwing away Yan Zhantian, he rushed to Leijiapu overnight.
"Hurry up and hurry up, or it's been a long time." Wuxin sighed, "Desperate, Lei Wujie, Tang Lian. Don't die, I came here from the sky, how hard it is for you. You know!"
Minghou beside him was still silent in the face of Wuxin's babbling. Wuxin smiled and comforted himself: "But if it's you, there will be no problem. Minghou, wait to see that person, yours The illness can be cured. Then you will know what happened to you."
Minghou's eyes were still looking ahead, and he kept walking under his feet, as if it was not his business that was unintentionally speaking.
Wuxin jumped into the air, a white monk robe flying in the air, he suddenly shouted to the sky: "I'm back!"
The voice flew three miles away, everyone was shocked!
What a young voice, but the internal power contained in this voice shouldn't be what a young man should have.
Xiao Se fell into Ye Ruoyi's arms, and the Promise Club fell to the side. He let out a long sigh of relief: "He's here, there's a rescue."
Lei Wujie, who happened to be lying next to them, sighed: "It's rare for you to show some mastery, and you can't do it all? Every time you have to save the monk, it's too hopeless."
"It doesn't matter, I can't move anymore." Xiao Se suddenly turned his head, and vomited out mouthfuls of blood.
"Xiao Se, are you okay." Lei Wujie was taken aback. He wanted to stand up, but he straightened his waist helplessly, and fell down with pain.
"Xiao Se!" Ye Ruoyi grasped Xiao Se's pulse and said in surprise, "What's the matter? What pulse is this?" She has been ill for so many years, and she has become half a doctor. I have never seen such a chaotic pulse of Xiao Se, as if the true energy of his whole body was fighting in his body, and he could die suddenly at any time.
"Don't touch it, the enemy over there hasn't fallen down yet." Xiaosi smiled bitterly. "Everyone knows that I can't hold it anymore. Now it's impossible to scare him away."
Lei Wujie shook his head: "No! Hold on! Hold on to the monk, there will be no problem!"
"Didn't you just say that it's shameful to always count on that monk?" Xiao Se vomited blood, while not forgetting to mock Lei Wujie.
"Big brother, I didn't expect you to be really impressed!" Lei Wujie said helplessly.
Su Muyu silently walked to Xie Qidao's side, gently stroked his still staring eyes with his hand, and then looked at Xiao Se. Su Muyu no longer has a sword in his hand. He twisted his hand gently and pulled his hands, as if he had pulled a thread that was difficult to see in his hand.
"Knife wire!" Ye Ruoyi said in surprise.
Dark River Knife Wire, one of the sharpest weapons in the world, has only a blade and no body. The wound it cuts is like cut wax, flat and without curls. This is Su Muyu's last weapon.
He walked towards Xiao Se step by step, his strength was weak, but no one was able to stop him. Ye Ruoyi suddenly put Xiao Se down.
"No!" Xiao Se shouted.
Ye Ruoyi shook his head: "There is no way. Now you can't stop me."
Xiao Se stretched out his hand and grabbed Ye Ruoyi's sleeve: "You will die!"
Ye Ruoyi gently brushed his hand away: "It's better than all of us die." She turned around and took three steps forward, blocking Lei Wujie and Xiao Se, wearing a green dress in the wind. Feiyang, she whispered: "Get up!"
The leaves all over the ground flew up suddenly, but she immediately stopped her hand, because in front of her, another person stopped there.
Tang Lian, a big disciple of Xueyuecheng, was dressed in black.
"Because you call me a big brother." Tang Lian tried her best to prevent herself from falling, "So, before I die, none of you can die!"
"Big brother!" Lei Wujie tears in his eyes.
"Bah!" A round voice interrupted Lei Wujie's move, and saw a silver spear stopped in front, a blood-stained Sikong Qianluo with a stubborn expression, looking at Su Muyu, "Think about it. Step over my corpse!"
"Senior Sister Qianluo!" Tang Lian said in shock, "Quickly step back! The three masters have only one daughter, if you die here, how can I explain to them."
Sikong Qianluo turned around and shook his head: "Everyone is the same. There is only one Tang Lian, one bleak, and one Lei Wujie. We are all the same. Moreover, at this time, we cannot lose!"
"Can't lose?" Tang Lian was taken aback.
"Yes, you can't lose! You can't lose to that girl Ye in front of Xiao Se!" Sagong Qianluo turned around, and the silver spear drew out a spear violently and then dropped out of his hand, spinning around in the air, and then fell heavily on her In front of. She looked at Su Muyu and said fiercely, "The surname Su, come on!"
"This is?" Tang Lian was taken aback for a moment.
"According to the spear fairy, cut off the wind with a shot!" Sikong Qianluo suddenly closed his eyes.
Su Muyu quickened his pace, and after rushing forward a few steps, he suddenly jumped, trying to directly pass Sikong Qianluo and the others to take Xiao Se's head directly, the almost transparent blade in his hand flashed under the sunlight. A cold silver light.
Sikong Qianluo still closed his eyes, recalling what Sikong Changfeng said to him in his mind.
"The gun is alive, and any weapon in the world is also alive. It can communicate with its owner, and it can also connect with all things in the world. Your father's name is Sikong Changfeng, so my gun can borrow wind." Chief Sikong Feng Qing shook the dark red spear in his hand and said slowly.
"Daddy, you brag again." Sikong Qianluo said with a smile, "you said last time that you are not drunk for a thousand cups."
"The wind is the most illusory thing in the world. The spring breeze is accompanied by drizzle, gentle and lingering. There is a cool summer breeze, clear and soothing. The autumn breeze follows the fallen leaves. I closed my eyes, "The wind can be gentle, but it can also be cut like a knife!"
"You look good!" Sikong Changfeng in the memory grasped the handle of the gun.
In reality, Sikong Qianluo also grasped the handle of the gun. She suddenly opened her eyes, raised her spear and waved it towards the sky, curling up the long wind, and stabbing it like a thousand swords at the same time!
This is the most powerful shot that Sikong Qianluo has ever shot, and this shot has the potential to be in a comfortable position!
This shot instantly dyed half of Su Muyu's shirt, but his figure did not stop!
Still rushing to go away!