Zhang Yunsheng's eyes were so deep that she couldn't see the end. She hooked her toes, and the hanging head flew over her head. She bent her knees back, lifted her back, and then caught the head again with her heels and kicked it back.
She quietly took a few steps, then suddenly tipped her toes, causing the Hanged Man's head to fly up. She gathered strength and kicked it far in front of her.
"boom--"
"Huh? There's something!"
Zhang Yunsheng gathered his thoughts, held the lamp in his hand, and ran forward faster.
After half a stick of incense.
"..."
"This is……"
"Liu Yunqing?!!"
The female cultivator in brocade opened her eyes wide and looked in disbelief at the place between the two cliffs, which looked like a spider's silk hole.
The rival and fellow disciple whom she had been worried about for a long time and could not speak out... was hanging high in the air.
The long black hair of the hanging man on the two walls was like a spider's silk, tightly wrapped around the sword cultivator's limbs and torso.
The hair around his waist was wrapped around his thin waist several times, and the originally well-fitting cassock turned into pieces of rags. Only these hairs could barely hang on the sword cultivator's body.
He held the Wind Sword in his arms, and the large exposed muscles on his chest bulged due to the hugging posture. The marks on his neck were clearly visible, and these hair strands could actually disconnect his veins.
Jianxiu's hair was also loose, and it was long and spread over his chest and behind his back. Part of it was entangled in the Hanged Man's long hair, and the other part was blown in the direction of the female cultivator in brocade clothes by the cold wind.
Zhang Yunsheng was stunned on the spot, his voice was a little choked, and every word seemed to be spat out from a throat that had been polished with iron sand.
"What a decent figure with disheveled hair, three thousand feet of black hair, a swordsman...how can I not pull it back."
"Liu Yunqing... isn't that what you said!"
Her body trembled slightly.
The next moment, Zhang Yunsheng suddenly struck out, and Zhang Yunsheng's spiritual power exploded, sweeping around her body like a storm. She threw the candle dragon lantern on the ground, turned her wrist, filled the talisman paper with her left hand, and swung the iron whisk with her right hand.
Thousands of wires erupted in the air, wrapping around the necks of dozens of hanging men on the entire wall like ghosts.
"hiss--"
"No, no, no! Don't do anything yet! We are helping him!!!"
"Don't pull it, my head has just been put in place not long ago!!!"
"Ahhhhh please, don't move my head!"
The real howl of ghosts and gods suddenly sounded, as if thousands of big roosters were killed at the same time!
Um? Can they talk? ! !
"Monster!!! Die to me!!!"
Zhang Yunsheng didn't listen to any of their words at all, only thinking that they were bewitching him! There was nowhere to vent her anger. She wanted these ghosts who hurt Liu Yunqing to be torn into pieces! ! !
"Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-"
Crackling heads fell from the sky to the ground, their hair tangled and colliding with each other.
Zhang Yunsheng stepped on their iron chains and threw all the yellow talismans in his hands towards the other side of the stone wall.
"Not enough! Not enough! We all want to die! We all want it!!!"
Thousands of yellow talismans suddenly appeared behind the female cultivator in brocade. They were densely packed and layered almost with her as the center, covering half of the stone wall behind her!
They are suspended in the air, and the cinnabar lines on the yellow paper are faintly glowing.
Zhang Yunsheng made a secret with his fingers and swept the dust with a whisk.
"go!"
Thousands of yellow talismans hit the cliffs on both sides like falling rain. The Hanged Man felt that this scene was too terrifying and he was afraid. He quickly howled loudly and begged: "No, no, no! Don't do it!!! We really didn't harm him!"
"Help, don't do it!! We will tell you whatever you want to know!!!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that but sincerely!"
"Demon Lord, ahhhhh!"
"boom--"
It's an explosive talisman. Thousands of explosive talismans exploded the cliffs on both sides.
Zhang Yunsheng fell down in time, hugged Liu Yunqing who fell from the sky, opened the barrier, and ran in the direction he came from.
She never knew that her movement skills could be that fast. The elders in the family have been teaching her since she was a child that she should know how to keep her cards close to her chest and not let others see through her.
And she did.
No one in the entire Shifang Sect truly understands her full strength. If the cultivation level is true, how can the decision to kill someone or the method of saving one's life stop at the cultivation level!
Half interest! In just half a breath, her figure turned into a bolt of lightning, and she hugged Liu Yunqing and ran away from Guiwei Cliff.
The candle dragon lantern fell on the cliff.
There were shrill cries behind him, darkness in front of him, and a cold body in his arms.
She heard her rapid breathing, accompanied by the overwhelming dust, and her calmness was buried in the dust and gravel.
"Liu Yunqing! Liu Yunqing! Wake up! Are you okay!!!"
Zhang Yunsheng's last line of emotional defense was completely torn apart, and she could no longer maintain a calm expression and a correct demeanor.
She sat on the ground, her pants mixed with dirt, and her whisk carrying flying sand. She held Liu Yunqing in her arms, shook him, and then laid him flat on the ground.
"Spirit-storing pill! Spirit-storing pill! There is no spiritual power here, but I have pills! I have spirit stones! Are you unconscious because you don't have pills!"
"You're not dead! You're not dead, right!!!"
"I have! I have a lot! Wake up! I will make you the richest swordsman in the world!"
"I have money!!! I have spiritual stones!!!"
Her hands hurriedly took out a large number of glass bottles from the storage bag, all of which contained elixirs of excellent quality. The top-grade spiritual stones were mixed in the elixirs, dotted between the ragged clothes and the jade robes like decorations.
Her fingertips touched Jianxiu's skin, and the cold touch kept stimulating all her senses.
Zhang Yunsheng pinched Liu Yunqing's cheeks, bit open the cork with his mouth, and poured all the spiritual pills in the glass bottle into his mouth.
Spirit-storing pills are supposed to turn into water when put into the body. Who would have expected that these pills are of extraordinary quality, more effective than ordinary spirit-storing pills, store more spiritual power, and are big enough to fit one into Liu Yunqing's mouth. It was already a fluke.
The elixir in the bottle fell to the ground with a splash.
With trembling hands, she reopened a bottle of Spirit Storage Pill and continued to pour it into Liu Yunqing's mouth.
She doesn't need to pick them up from the ground, she can get as many pills as she wants!
But the elixir in Liu Yunqing's mouth did not turn into concoction as expected, and instead blocked his mouth.
Zhang Yunsheng used her hand to pick out the spirit-storing pill in his mouth. The big pill was hooked on her wet fingertips, and she took it out with trembling hands.
The next moment, Zhang Yunsheng suddenly swallowed the elixir into his mouth, and stuffed all the dozens of elixirs in his hand into it.
The fierce spiritual power rushed to her scalp. Zhang Yunsheng's eyes widened, and his whole body was turned into stone by the sudden sea of spiritual power.
Two lines of clear tears gradually flowed out of the corners of her eyes, and along the curvature of her face, they fell one drop at a time on Jian Xiu's pale face.
The huge spiritual power stimulates the five senses.
There was no sadness in her expression, as if she was crying just because the wind and sand blinded her eyes.
A cold-blooded person is not warm-hearted.
How can a person who knows his calculations forget his plan?
The sword cultivator's final expression was to close his eyes tightly and frown, full of unwillingness. His breath was gone, his body was as cold as ice on a lake in winter, and his faintly bluish complexion was the same as those of the Hanged Man.
The female cultivator in brocade suddenly moved her head forward and pressed her soft lips against hers.
Lips and teeth tangled.
She transferred the concoction from her mouth into the sword cultivator's mouth
