The sky was engulfed in gloomy darkness, dark clouds suddenly covered the sky, and bursts of thunder could be heard in the distance.
On the rugged mountain road, Chu Jiaoli followed Mo Wuyou's footsteps. Along the way, Mo Wuyou would occasionally bend down to pick up some flowers and plants and put them into his sleeves. They were all her unknown medicinal materials.
He said that there was a stronghold hidden outside the imperial capital. As long as she escorted him back, Beigong Tengxiao's antidote would naturally be given to her.
Thinking of this, Chu Jiaoli's eyes were full of sorrow. Her actions this time were undoubtedly letting the tiger return to the mountain, leaving such a disaster. If the Yousheng Sect rises up again and harms Beiming in the future, she will be the number one sinner in the ages.
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However, for Bei Gong Tengxiao, she can no longer care so much.
Just as I was thinking about it, my skirt was scratched by a branch and shattered with a "hiss" sound.
Mo Wuyou, who was walking in front, frowned alertly. He turned back to look at Chu Jiaoli, who was tugging at the hem of her skirt. Then he saw the clothing material hooked on the branch, and his voice was a little lower: "Pick it up."<
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Chu Jiaoli chuckled lightly, squatted down and picked up the broken clothes, and said: "Master is so powerful, are you still afraid of the pursuers?"
Mo Wuyou slightly narrowed his phoenix eyes. Being a deserter is really not a feeling, but now that his internal strength has been exhausted, his hearing and eyesight are not as good as before. If Chu Jiaoxing catches up with her pursuers, I am afraid there is no chance of winning.
He snorted coldly, turned around, and said in a cold voice: "Shut your mouth."
Chu Jiaoli pursed her lips and followed closely.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them came under the steep cliff. Chu Jiaoli looked up and saw a few drops of cold rain falling on her face. The towering mountains towering into the clouds were daunting, and a bright lightning struck in the sky.
It stung her eyes.
The rock wall was slippery due to the rain, and if you were not careful, you would be shattered into pieces.
Chu Jiaoli swallowed her saliva and said, "Is there any other way?"
"Long-winded."
A disdainful tone overflowed from the mouth of the person next to her. Chu Jiaoli looked sideways at him. He was dressed in red, and his blood was well hidden. If it weren't for the slowly dripping blood on the ground and the smell of blood that filled the air,
She didn't even think he was hurt.
In the past, such a height would have been nothing to Mo Wuyou, but now that his martial arts has been exhausted, is he too self-righteous?
Just as he was thinking this, Mo Wuyou shook the knuckles of his hands, and using his sword as a supplement, he supported the protruding stones on the rock wall and climbed up bit by bit.
Chu Jiaoli sighed softly and ignored him. She used Qinggong and jumped up bit by bit.
In the jungle in the distance, the smell of blood filled the air. Mo Wei plunged a broken arrow with the logo of the imperial capital into the soldier's neck. The soldier's eyes widened, blood continued to flow from his mouth, and he finally struggled.
Died.
She and Wen Ruyu dealt with all the pursuers who came along the way.
Mo Wei's sneer eyes revealed a terrifying viciousness. She gritted her teeth and said, "A guy like you is worthy of hurting my master?"
"You hurt your leg. Don't waste your energy on things that can be solved with one knife." Wen Ruyu's voice next to her was calm.
As she finished speaking, Mo Wei looked down at her bandaged calf and couldn't help but clenched her fists angrily. If she hadn't been exhausted, how could she have been injured by that trash?
Now that she has difficulty moving, I'm afraid she will drag Mo Wuyou down if she doesn't reach the new base.
"Don't worry, there's still me." Wen Ruyu looked at the majestic cliff. Chu Jiaoli was performing Qinggong, and her jumping figure was much faster than Mo Wuyou. He narrowed his eyes slightly and pointed the crossbow at
Aim at the cyan figure.
Mo Wei turned her head and saw Wen Ruyu holding the crossbow and looking towards the cliff. Naturally she knew who he was aiming at. She frowned and said, "What are you doing?"
Wen Ruyu's voice was gloomy as she said, "Now is the best time."
"Why kill her?" Mo Wei asked reluctantly.
"Weiwei, you are not that stupid." Wen Ruyu said with a murderous intent waiting for an opportunity in her sharp eyes, "Senior brother is far more important than Chu Jiaoli. Any danger that may occur must be nipped in the cradle.
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Hearing this, Mo Wei pursed her lips, slowly loosened her clenched hands, turned her back, and stopped looking at him.
Just as the sharp poisonous arrow was shot, a gust of breeze came and broke into two pieces in the air with a "pop" sound. Then, a piece of green leaf slowly fell in the air.
Mo Wei was startled, following the direction of the wind, she saw that familiar figure, her eyes could not help but ignite with anger, she stood up, her voice was full of anger: "You showed up at the right time." Beigong Tengxiao was dressed in a black outfit, his hair on the temples was wet from the rain, water droplets fell from the tips of his hair, and his handsome features exuded a cold aura.
He had noticed it when he went to Xiyu. The moment Chu Jiaoli left Xiyu, he had followed her. Chu Jiaoli had hidden it from him and was alone in trouble. How could he stand by and watch?<
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Bei Gong Tengxiao's thin lips parted slightly, and a low-pitched voice sounded: "If you want to touch Chu Jiaoli, just step over my body."
"You..." As soon as Mo Wei was about to walk in front of him, her calf was in severe pain and her eyes were dizzy. Wen Ruyu behind her quickly supported her and carried her to sit under the tree.
After comforting her, Wen Ruyu turned around, raised her brows lightly, and said, "Does the Emperor not know that the more you use your internal power, the faster the poison will spread in your body?"
As he finished speaking, Beigong Tengxiao frowned slightly, feeling a dull pain in his chest.
Wen Ruyu discarded the crossbow, took out the sword from behind, and said: "Weiwei, I promise you, I will fulfill it."
Beigong Tengxiao had a gloomy face and clenched the three-foot green peak in his hand.
As night fell, the heavy rain poured down, and Chu Jiaoli sat cross-legged on the top of the cliff.
With her weak Qinggong, she was able to climb up just now, but Mo Wuyou was nowhere to be seen.
There were bursts of thunder above her head, and rain kept dripping down her chin. She looked calmly at the rugged edge and whispered softly: "Did you fall to death?"
Just as he was talking, a strong hand stretched out from the edge, firmly grasping the stone, and with a exertion, Mo Wuyou climbed up.
Chu Jiaoli's eyes were filled with surprise. Seeing Mo Wuyou jump up easily, she couldn't help but admire him from the bottom of her heart. This Mo Wuyou was very skilled. Even if he had no internal strength, I'm afraid she would not be his opponent.
The soil on the sword was quickly washed away by the rain. Mo Wuyou glanced at Chu Jiaoli sitting on the ground and said, "Let's go."
Chu Jiaoli nodded, stood up, and followed closely.
On the other side, Bei Gong Tengxiao and Wen Ruyu were almost equal in strength. After several confrontations, the two of them were covered in scars and could barely make it to a draw.
Wen Ruyu's mouth overflowed with blood, and she sneered and said: "Beigong Tengxiao, if you keep hitting me, you will not survive even if you don't die in my hands."
