Soon, he showed a knowing smile.
"Okay...great."
Xiao Wanhu was a little curious when he heard him talking to himself intoxicatedly. Seeing that he had finished reading, he came up with a knife and asked, "How is it? Is there anything you need help with?"
Subiezhi didn't answer him, her eyes were filled with light like stars, and she was obviously extremely happy.
"Hey, what's going on..." Xiao Wanhu felt increasingly itchy.
Subiezhi glanced at him, bared his teeth and said with a smile: "I breathe in these heavy pollution every day. It seems that these hard days are finally coming to an end."
Xiao Wanhu was shocked when he heard this. He unconsciously glanced at the blood mist floating above his head, and suddenly remembered the unpleasant experience when he was deceived into Laojiu Mountain.
"Oh - that's great, let me help too, okay?" He waved the knife in his hand twice, "I'll give you a 20% discount and let me chop you in two."
Subiezhi whispered a few words to the bird, made a few gestures, then released it and let it fly away. I saw it hovering twice, rising into the sky, and finally disappeared into the blood mist.
Subiezhi watched it leave, and then turned around: "The price is negotiable, but let's solve the immediate trouble first!"
Looking at the approaching crowd in the distance, the two men raised their weapons at the same time and walked over.
Soon, Xuan Su Zhenqi and the golden and silver sounding wind rolled up a whirlpool in the air and immediately occupied the focus of the entire battlefield.
The flames soared brightly into the sky, sweeping around along with the hurricane. Like a stream of fire at sunset, it sweeps across all directions and is invincible.
"Everyone around, force Jiuche Xiaoying over!" Subiezhi summoned all his true energy, gathered it in his throat, and shouted loudly.
The sound traveled everywhere with the flowing wind, and many people who were fighting at the scene heard it. Seeing the whirlpool hanging as high as a pillar, everyone from the three sects worked together and shouted as hard as they could to kill the Jiuche owl figures around them.
Jiuche Xiaoying's soldiers are also not deaf, so they naturally know that going there is a dead end. They also risked their lives to escape, and the originally encircling party now became a caged thing.
The bright battle situation can be described as changing rapidly. And on the ruins of the collapsed hill, the battle between the three people continued.
The battle in the air is full of dangers. Although all the falling rocks have fallen, the moves are impressive. One careless move during the lifting and lowering process can cause serious injuries in an instant.
Jiuchongquan was so domineering that even though he was attacked by two people, he still managed to survive. The effects of the medicine continued to activate, and the burning breath rose up along the spinal cord to the brain. He fought more and more crazily, and the blood in his body seemed to be drying out for a while.
The rhythm of the ink is flexible and flexible, the ink characters dance horizontally, and the dots leave marks; at the same time, the zither is lightly lifted, and each string plays several wind blades, which is hard to guard against.
If we had to deal with Lu Dingmo alone, it wouldn't be so troublesome. It's just that Su Jiuqin sometimes makes surprise attacks from behind, and the sound of the piano is unpredictable, which makes Jiuchongquan feel overwhelmed.
Moreover, Su Jiuqin's more refined music entered his brain, suppressing the evaporation of the medicinal effects in his body. Supplemented by the vaguely intertwined resonance of the two strings, the sound seems to pull thousands of invisible threads in the air. Even if you avoid it cautiously, it will inevitably be slandered.
The power of "melody" was fully demonstrated in such an encirclement battle.
Like a beast trapped in a prison, Jiuchongquan finally succeeded after many difficulties, and his mood became increasingly angry. At this moment, he was like an angry lion and leopard. The bloody energy broke out again and again, becoming more terrifying every time, but he still couldn't escape the shackles of the two people.
"Go to hell!!"
With a hysterical roar, the Jiuzhongquan halberd moved like flying, and the majestic wind moved like thunder, suddenly splitting countless transformed sound waves, and slashed towards Lu Dingmo.
There was a loud "Puff" sound, during which the defense composed of a row of Confucian ink characters collapsed, and a string of bright fireballs erupted.
Lu Dingmo was already prepared. Although Jiuchongquan was powerful, his reactions became slower and slower as the battle progressed.
The book was activated again, and under the rustling pages of the book, an awe-inspiring aura filled the air.
"Nine tunes·Moliu!"
The rows of ink characters on the pages of the book are like the source of a river. In a blink of an eye, they suddenly form huge waves of ink, sweeping across the sky.
Thinking that he was defeated by one move, Lu Dingmo flew the orchid zheng again, and the Chinese tune wrapped up the authentic Confucian spirit and flowed together with the surging ink flow.
The two qi jins had just clashed, but before the outcome could be determined, another clanging sound came from behind Jiuchongquan:
"Xuan Tiangushe·Yanglu Ruibin."
The melody that climbs up suddenly is like pure sunshine turning into snow, and the powerful and bright flames spread out from both sides and spread out.
Jiuchongquan couldn't help but feel extremely angry, but there was nothing he could do. Although the strength of the two of them is not as good as his now, in terms of containment alone, they are quite capable.
"You are looking for death!!"
He felt that his throat was congested and his words were unbearably hot. Swallowing a mouthful of blood foam, he raised his strength again, and like an overflowing water tank, it was about to explode violently: "Jiu Ye Chi Feng!"
Su Jiuqin frowned, and immediately hugged Qin to retreat. The sweeping light of the blood halberd immediately shattered the earth beneath him, causing all things to become disordered. It was like chaos resurrected under the falling sand and dust.
Ruibin protected Su Jiuqin in a positive voice, allowing him to escape smoothly. However, Feiyang's sleeves were still severely torn, and even the areas where they were brushed were turned into charred ashes.
The sound of explosions spread all over the place, and the troops fighting fiercely at the foot of the mountain were also shocked. Looking at the mountain front that was completely shrouded in yellow dust, nothing could be seen clearly.
At the same time, the three people in the formation slowly landed.
Silence immediately fell over. The suffocating atmosphere made everyone present hold their breath.
The ruins underfoot were very unstable. The gravel has high edges and corners, and the tops of a tree can be seen from it.
Jiuchongquan fell silent. He could see it, and even saw the situation of the breakout battle in the distance. If you want to describe it, for Jiuchongquan, it is - a sudden turn of events.
This situation reminded him of the big plan in Heart Lake Canyon.
Same being restrained, same seeing everything lose, even though I have no strength, I still can't do anything.
"Have you seen it? - He has done many unjust things and is treacherous and cowardly. He is destined to be like this and cannot be blamed."
The sound of Lu Dingmo's voice shrouded in thick smoke came to his ears.
Jiuchongquan's mind was still burning. But at this moment, his heart suddenly turned cold.
It wasn't because of Lu Dingmo's words that he changed his mind. He just suddenly thought, he wanted to understand - why, several times like this, always ended in his own failure?
He has power. He has powerful and numerous subordinates. He is the Nine Flags Envoy of Jiuche Xiaoying, and his lifelong pursuit is countless victories and stronger strength.
But...why does he always fail?
With melancholy in his heart, the blood halberd in his hand also dimmed for a moment and lost its edge.
The wind blew. It was as if the surrounding dust and smoke had turned into a sweeping high wall, with no end in sight.
"Why are you so mysterious?" Su Jiuqin's question came from the other side of the wall.
Jiuchongquan took a deep breath, but he did not move the halberd. Instead, he lowered his head deeply at this juncture.
