The last few gentle waves took over his body like a hotbed. But the water waves quickly disappeared, and the Yuan Gong that had completely dissipated after hearing the sound completely turned into star butterflies in the night sky.
The wind stopped. It was half past five o'clock at night, and a faint cold light flickered on the far side of the sky.
The dew-hung woods weep crystal clear, but the wild forest remains alive and buries the heroic souls. The flowing mud slowed down, lingering on the roots of the old trees and rolling over the withered yellow leaves.
From not far away, two people flew slowly over.
Xiao Wuye is in front, Xi Zishi is behind. When they were fighting just now, they saw Chechi Wensheng's last move and stopped at the same time.
When they flew over, they saw that the place had returned to peace. It's like a broken dream that wakes up at dawn with no tears left.
Xi Zishi's mood was very complicated. He looked at Xiao Wuye who was so close, his tongue rubbed his teeth several times, but he didn't know what to do.
Deep in the woods, the mud made several "puff" sounds as it rolled. The two of them rushed towards the source of the sound and returned to the ground.
The diluted soil and mud in the forest were still moving slowly, staining the heels of the two people. They walked not far away, only to see two humanoid monsters covered in mud struggling to climb out of the mud pit.
Xiao Wuye and Xi Zishi frowned at the same time. The two people in front of him were undoubtedly Jiuchongquan and Yingku.
Apparently, the already weak Yingke was injured again and fell into coma. Jiuchongquan was carrying him out of the mud pit. Jiuchongquan's halberd was broken, and he was only holding half of the wooden pole in his hand, looking extremely embarrassed.
Xiao Wuye and Xi Zishi slowly backed away as the dirty black mud continued to drip from their bodies.
"I hope you're all right." Xiao Wuye thought for a moment and said, "Where's Chechi Wensheng? Where did he fall?"
Jiuchongquan's nose and mouth were filled with wet mud, and he wanted to vomit when he opened his mouth. He shook his head to indicate that they hadn't seen him.
Xiao Wuye nodded helplessly: "Okay."
Xi Zishi said nothing and seemed to be in a trance.
Chechi Wensheng failed, this was what he saw with his own eyes. Gui Xiao Changyuan's plan was so meticulous that although his defeat was not unjust, it was still annoying.
The two of them made way for Jiuchongquan in silence, and he dragged his shadow body and exhausted body further away. The two looked at each other silently in the dark forest, as if they were connected by two deep tunnels.
But at this moment, a rapid wind came from the direction above their heads.
"The Shadow Master is here." Xiao Wuye raised his head and said.
Xi Zishi looked indifferent and didn't even raise his head. Although this is a rock that he cannot disobey, he still despises it from the bottom of his heart.
Especially, it started from the moment he threatened himself with A Tian.
Ghostly Changyuan's body flew through the air like a flying rainbow, without stopping for a moment above their heads. Not long after, he saw another person in his hand, appearing in their sight again.
"That's..." Xiao Wuye narrowed his eyes, "I heard the sound thoroughly."
At this time, Xi Zishi raised his head dejectedly, but felt that his cervical spine was always resisting looking up. And when it was extremely difficult for him to recognize the reality in front of him, a sense of powerlessness that had fallen into hell enveloped his whole body in an instant.
In the hands of Guixiao Changyuan, it is indeed the Chedi Wensheng who could compete with him before.
But at this moment, he was caught in the palm of the hand like a dog by the ghost roaring Changyuan, and his life or death was uncertain. His face was too dark to see clearly due to the backlight. I wonder what kind of sad expression he would have if he knew.
Xi Zishi almost had the urge to clench his fist and rush forward...but he restrained his heart, and he saw his own weakness clearly. And for A Tian's sake, he couldn't be impulsive.
But...how could he bear to see that chivalrous guy...being lifted into the hands of Ghost Xiao Changyuan like that?
Feeling sad, Xi Zishi lowered his head, unwilling to take another look.
"Xiao Wuye." Suddenly, the calm voice of Gui Xiao Changyuan came from above.
"Later, go to Jiuwei Lingque."
Xiao Wuye raised his head to answer, watching the shadow master quickly disappear from the end of his field of vision. He turned around and looked at Xi Zishi next to him, with an unpredictable expression on his face.
It seemed like he wanted to say something to him, but in the end he gave up. Kong Zi was bored, and after thinking for a moment, he decided to go to Jiujiao Lingque to meet the Shadow Master first.
Without even saying goodbye, the two of them passed each other and went in opposite directions.
There was no one else next to Xi Zishi.
His shoulders seemed to have been crushed. The dim light from the sky spread out, making the beads of sweat on his forehead shine.
The light was a bit dazzling. He raised his hand to cover his eyes and looked at the peaks over there with difficulty.
Suddenly, his eyes became wet, and he felt uncomfortably hot.
Not knowing the direction, he seemed persistent and confused, walking slowly in the opposite direction. After stepping on the soft mud, his shoes were instantly covered with mud, but Xi Zishi was completely oblivious and left the final land blankly.
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Two days later, in the dense jungle, the autumn rain gradually subsided. Broken dead leaves were everywhere, as if covered with a soft layer of gray.
In the supposedly quiet morning, smoke curled up among the treetops. But two rapid sounds came from both sides, disturbing the dusty silence.
The sound of "clatter" shattered the dead leaves everywhere, and there was no trace of the chaotic steps. Only a thin cold light could be seen passing through the old trees in the jungle. His sharp gaze was rough, like a flying arrow through the forest, looking into the obscured distance.
And at the point where the eyes focus, they also scan the falling leaves that are flying in the air. The same incomparable speed, the sword light beside the visitor was awe-inspiring, as if he was a companion close to his shoulder, coming at an extremely fast pace.
Lin Jing's movements and sounds seemed to be at a speed that was difficult to catch up with. It was a moment of confrontation where danger was discovered at the same time.
At the same time, a dead leaf swayed down the old branch. The backs of the yellow leaves are covered with black spots, drifting and falling slowly.
It was as if time had stopped in an instant, and at the moment when the yellow leaves were falling, two figures jumped out of the cover of the forest at the same time, accompanied by the majestic leaves flying behind them, their eyes were like torches, and they intertwined.
The yellow leaves floated down in front of the two of them, and in the blink of an eye before they hit the ground, the two of them had already exchanged moves.
Swords clashed, fists met. A series of dizzying jingles swept across the whirring leaves on the ground, like a butterfly rising from the ground, its mottled wings colliding with the yellow leaves in mid-air.
The yellow leaves were not swept away by the dead leaves, they just disappeared in the blink of an eye and floated down again.
The moment the leaves touched the ground, the two figures staggered away at the same time. Suddenly, everything fell silent, and for a while there was only the gentle sound of fallen leaves falling to the ground.
The figure is still at the same time. Reflecting the gray sky, it looks like a fish living at the bottom of the water.
Turning their heads again, the two of them put away their weapons at the same time and turned to look at each other.
"...It's you, you're still alive."
The rough voice came from the relatively older figure. Looking at the familiar senior in front of him, Fu Yunge almost burst into tears.
