"Senior Sister Wan is awake, Senior Sister Wan is awake." Many days later, a girl ran out of a yard in Chimiao Peak and cried with joy.
There is only one room at the back of the yard, with ordinary tables and chairs. A bed is a rare thing, with tourist incense hanging on the corners, covered with white tiger fur, and covered with a half-foot-long brocade bedding. There was a person lying on his back. After staying at Naihe Bridge for six or seven days, he finally made up his mind and turned back. I'm afraid he still had something to do.
Wanmin had just woken up. She couldn't speak yet. Her eyes were staring at everyone and she was confused. Fortunately, she was able to open her mouth a little and was given a few mouthfuls of medicinal porridge. Starting from her stomach, everything in her body was drained. After getting active, I finally made a sound for a long time and only said two words: "Sweet?"
Sitting beside the bed, Xiao Huan and Wen Qinqin, the master of the bloody sword, burst into tears. Wen Qinqin said first: "It's true that my ancestors have protected me, Chi Miao Feng. If you die too, where can I find a good apprentice?"
Xiao Huan patted Wanmin's head lovingly, and said with a guilty tone, "It's my incompetence that makes you suffer, girl."
"Is he dead?"
"Who? Oh, you're talking about that little thief, huh!" Xiao Huan said bitterly: "He is just a piece of clay. He can't be broken no matter how hard you beat him. Your sword is also a bit weak. It's very close to the heart. If you can If he goes further to the left, even the gods will not be able to save him."
"The sect is fine."
"It's okay. You've been in coma for seven days. There are a lot of things you don't know yet." Xiao Huan held Wanmin's hand in his. "The Hundred Refining Weapons Dao is over. It's completely over. It seems that all the main clan members have been killed. Song Benshan's The old guy, and Lu Qiu Gong Liang are all dead. Hey, wars are going on everywhere, but we are in trouble in the south. The Chenmen is really well hidden. After destroying the Bailian Weapon Road, they actually attacked the Tianhemen that came to invade. When I returned to the west, I heard that their young mute leader was seriously injured."
"Nannanbian" Wanmin said weakly.
"We are also fighting in the south. Qingfeng Peak is attacking Chang Ke Zong and us at the same time. Hehe, they are also fighting hard. Most of their disciples died and they insist on tearing down the two sects. Don't worry, most of the enemy power is from Chang Ke Zong. With Ke Zong holding us back, we won't be under so much pressure. Ha, you can't believe that this girl Xiaowen looks more majestic than you now. In a few days, she has killed many more enemies than you."
"Xiaowen?" Wanmin was a little surprised. When she thought about it, her head started to hurt. She wanted to move her body, but she found that she was hurting everywhere. The discomfort made her face even more ugly.
"Don't move," Xiao Huan said anxiously, "It's still early for you to recover. Your master, we have taken out all the good medicines in our sect and given them to you. It will take at least a month like this. You can rest peacefully and rest." Leave it to us."
Wanmin slowly lost strength and fell asleep again.
In the valley seventy miles away from Chimiao Peak, about 900 people were confronting each other. They were divided into two groups, Chimiao Peak and Qingfeng Peak.
There were more than 700 people in Chimiao Peak. The leader was Pan Xiaowen, a truly heroic daughter. The dancer with the red silk sleeves killed dozens of people in a row. The leader in Qingshan Peak was Liu Qingzhong, the great elder of Yumen. With one hand, the corpses under his feet piled higher and higher.
For four days, Liu Qingzhong has not been able to take a step forward. The terrain occupied by Chi Miao Peak is already easy to defend, and the focus of Qingfeng Peak's combat power is not here. It is really sad. If not for too many disciples dying, the manpower Not enough. He, Liu Qingzhong, would not fight such a cowardly battle.
What to do if you can't grind, you still have to fight, Liu Qingzhong can't do anything, Pan Xiaowen is very shrewd, she uses her treasure to protect herself, Liu Qingzhong retreats as soon as he advances, without giving him a chance.
Just as Liu Qingzhong was stamping his feet and sulking, a burning man fell from the sky.
"Zi Yun? Why are you here?" Liu Qingzhong asked suspiciously, "Is the fight over there finished?"
"No, the battle situation has changed. The Luoye Sect has captured Wenlong Valley. Chashan pursued the victory and destroyed most of the Bu Pu Sect forces in the middle. Head Zheng estimated that the Bu Pu Sect was about to be defeated. Their side won. , they may join forces to attack Qingfeng Peak, we can’t waste any more, the big troops are coming soon, let’s destroy Chimiao Peak first!”
"Okay! In that case, we must tear this curtain apart today!"
Mu Ziyun walked with blazing steps, jumped into the pile of people, burned his way alive, and came to Pan Xiaowen. The two of them looked at each other like strangers. Pan Xiaowen raised her head and shouted: "Thieves! Even if you come, you can't get past me!"
"I heard that you are quite majestic in leading the army. I didn't believe it at first. Well, it's okay. Killing a weak person is boring."
Both of them have experienced hardships and their temperaments have changed a lot. Mu Ziyun didn't have any intention of pity, and he came up with the hottest fire fist. With his martial spirit, he easily caught up with Pan Xiaowen's body, and used his body skills to avoid thousands of fluctuations of Xiu Hongling in a few breaths.
"Drink!" Pan Xiaowen wrapped the Xiu Hong Ling around her body and quickly spun on the spot, sending out energy waves without any dead ends like a top. This energy did not belong to Wu Qi Wu Gang, or magic power, but Xiu Hong Ling. In terms of its own abilities, Chi Miaofeng's treasure is much more powerful than the treasure of Bai Lian Weapon.
The fluctuations shook away everything around him. Mu Ziyun first retreated to a very far distance, observed the formation, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said to himself: "This will be much more convenient."
With a click of a finger, the fire beads flew into the air. "The flames will be the sun and me. Fire, I will hold you up in the gray sky... Life will rise above the flames, and death will occur below the flames. All living beings will suffer death." The little sun instantly shot out hundreds of fire pillars, focusing on the target, and hit Pan Xiaowen in the blink of an eye.
Xiu Hongling blocked the flames with great force, but her own temperature continued to rise, which affected Pan Xiaowen's movements and slowed down a lot.
Mu Ziyun held two balls of fire in his hands. At this moment, Hu Xian arrived, and a bundle of demon ropes flew out and tied Pan Xiaowen's body. Hu Xian called out to Mu Ziyun, and then two green pointed-headed ghosts appeared beside him, carrying a large silver bow.
"Mu Ziyun! Use arrows!"
Mu Ziyun flew behind Li Gui and touched the arrow string. At the same time, a burst of fire flowed out along the string. After a moment, a sharp arrow made of flames was aimed at Pan Xiaowen.
Mu Ziyun stepped on the bow and pulled it back hard. He stared at Pan Xiaowen for a moment, then let go of the string with a bang. Bang, the rocket blew away the wind as soon as it left his hand, and then stabbed forward with a whoosh.
As soon as the rocket touched Pan Xiaowen, it shattered the demon rope into pieces. Pan Xiaowen flew four to five feet while holding her sleeve red silk. After landing, she choked on several mouthfuls of blood and struggled to stand up. Unexpectedly, the organs in her body were injured by the shock, and her eyesight went dark before she fell down.
Thanks to a few women from Chimiaofeng who came over in time to support her, she didn't touch the ground. Pan Xiaowen was thinking that the arrow was too powerful, while Mu Ziyun and Hu Xian were also quite surprised. The rocket contained martial energy, magic energy and flames, and the sleeve red silk silk was able to catch it, and there was no trace left on the silk silk. Traces, even if it is a Noble Phantasm, it is too powerful.
Suddenly, there was a sound of wind, and soon, a sledgehammer hit him sideways, and boom, it was not Pan Xiaowen who flew out this time, but Xiao Buhui, the head of Chimiaofeng Dance Sect, who happened to dare to come. Xiao Buhui, who was in the semi-transformed state, could not withstand the power of the three-sided sky stone hammer, and could not get up, so he leaned on his disciples and spoke with blood flowing from his mouth: "Xiao Wen, let's go! I'll stop them. "
"Hmph" Hu Zi appeared, picked up the hammer, walked to Mu Ziyun, looked at Xiao Buhui with half-closed eyes and said, "You don't even have martial spirit, how can you stop me?"
Xiao Buhui's teeth turned red when she smiled. She grabbed Pan Xiaowen's arm and shouted, "Quickly leave!"
Pan Xiaowen frowned and bowed to her. Something emerged in her eyes. After glaring at the people at Qingfeng Mountain, she quickly ran away with them.
Mu Ziyun suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Buhui, grabbing her throat with his flaming claws, lifting her up, tilting his head and saying, "You want to stop me?"
