Yunfeng Tower is cold outside, and the snowflakes on the top of the tower are rolling up like heavy snow.
Leng Yanqiu was sitting on the top of the tower. The wheelchair under his seat had been covered with a layer of snowflakes, which matched his white clothes and made them as clear-cut as a snow sculpture.
Ximen Jingxuan didn't bother to ask Lin Xiner about Leng Yanqiu's situation, but he had already heard from Dark Eagle about the young master Leng who had a broken leg.
On the way to Northern Xinjiang, there was no news. In pursuit of Xin'er, he also met Yan Qiu.
Leng Yanqiu was as eye-catching as before. Even if the cold wind hit his face, messed up his hair, and fluttered his clothes, the calmness that came from within was still there. This was the confidence that he admired. Even if he faced
Dangerous situations and all kinds of ups and downs can be easily overcome with a snap of the finger.
But Yan Qiu's legs finally became useless...
"What should I call you? Prince Xuan, Master Imperial Master, or Young Master Jing?" Leng Yanqiu turned his head and looked at the person coming.
He changed, he also changed.
They used to wear the same white clothes, but the difference was in their expressions and momentum.
At this time, Ximen Jingxuan was wearing a black robe. He no longer looked like the prince who seemed to care nothing about everything and was indifferent. Black, just like his experience, was constantly stormy and stained with blood. Blood
It's not obvious when it falls on black, just like he doesn't want others to see his experience, so he hides it gently.
"You are still you, and I am still me." Ximen Jingxuan walked up to Leng Yanqiu and took a bird's-eye view of this strange world with him.
Leng Yanqiu raised his hand towards Ximen Jingxuan, with a pendant hanging on his finger.
"What is this?" Ximen Jingxuan took the pendant.
It looks like a small porcelain bottle for medicine, with a few yellow silk threads wrapped around it and tied with colorful ropes.
"Your son...'s fetal hair."
Ximen Jingxuan's hand froze, and the small pendant instantly became much heavier.
"It just started to grow, and it was few and thin. I left a handful and didn't give it to Lin Xiner." Leng Yanqiu said, "I think you will also care about this."
Ximen Jingxuan closed his fingers and held the small porcelain bottle in his palm.
This is his and Xin'er's child...
Whoosh——
There was a buzzing sound from below the tower, and a sharp weapon carried by strong wind flew upward.
"What a powerful arrow!" Ximen Jingxuan secretly praised, holding the armrest of Leng Yanqiu's wheelchair with one hand, while dodging back.
Yunfeng Tower is tens of meters high. The "arrow" seems to have the potential to break through the clouds, and its range is long and fierce. When it approaches the top of Yunfeng Tower, it breaks apart and breaks into several short arrows.
"Have you exposed your traces?" Leng Yanqiu waved his sleeves and swept away the arrow that shot at him, then asked Ximen Jingxuan on the side.
Ximen Jingxuan was shooting back the remaining short arrows, "Isn't it aimed at you?"
"It's possible." Leng Yanqiu did not refute.
The two of them were leaning against the center of the tower and could look into the distance, but they couldn't see what was going on under the tower.
Ximen Jingxuan moved to the edge first, "Huh?"
"What?" Leng Yanqiu heard doubts in Ximen Jingxuan's tone.
"It's that woman." Ximen Jingxuan said.
Leng Yanqiu slid his wheelchair over and looked down, only to see a woman in green fighting with someone.
Obviously, the woman was struggling, but her purpose was not to fight with other people, but to destroy a strange device.
It is not difficult to think that that strange thing is the mechanism that fires the extremely powerful long arrow, and that the woman in green is Ouyang Mingjin who Ximen Jingxuan saw in Lin Xiner's house.
"That mute must have gotten your traces to deal with you." Ximen Jingxuan affirmed.
"I saw him, Mo Zengye." Leng Yanqiu noticed the figure behind the mechanism. The arrow just now was fired by Mo Zengye himself.
Unable to attack Lin Xiner, he turned to Leng Yanqiu.
"Heh..." Ximen Jingxuan's eyes flashed with a cold light.
"Do you want me to help you?" Ximen Jingxuan asked after watching the battle for a while.
Ouyang Mingjin was trapped, and Mo Zengye activated the mechanism to prepare for the second launch.
Leng Yanqiu glanced at Ouyang Mingjin, "You save people, I'll deal with Mo Zengye."
He was reluctant to mess with that woman.
"This woman is very considerate." Ximen Jingxuan said as he flew down from the top of the tower.
The monks guarding the Yunfeng Pagoda were in chaos because Mo Zengye showed up with people. Suddenly they saw someone jumping from the top of the tower, with their clothes flying around like an immortal. Everyone was shocked.
Mo Zengye pulled the mechanism, and the second long arrow flew out with strong wind.
"Quick, stop it, it's a thunder arrow!" Ouyang Mingjin shouted loudly, regardless of being hit and unable to fight back.
The first one is wind, which is just a small test. The second one is thunder, which must be more powerful.
Following Ouyang Mingjin's cry, Ximen Jingxuan had already solved the people who besieged her and rescued her from being trapped.
At the same time, tiles flying across the top of Yunfeng Tower were all shaken by "thunder arrows".
The long mother arrow split into countless small arrows, which filled the top of the tower like a rain of arrows, shrouding the several-meter-square top of the tower in a dense interweaving of arrows and broken tiles.
These were not just thunder arrows, but also rain arrows. Mo Zengye vowed to take out all the anger he received from Lin Xiner on Leng Yanqiu.
He no longer cares about poisonous techniques or medical skills. If he can't control this person, he will destroy him!
Xin'er, don't blame me. I know that if I hurt Leng Yanqiu, I would hurt one of your arms, and you would be in bloody pain, but I have no choice. You are too stubborn, and your stubbornness makes me helpless and heartaches.
, so that I have no choice but to say, I will not hurt you...
"He can't avoid it." Mo Zengye said coldly, looking up at the rain of arrows falling one after another, and the debris flying down together with the snowflakes.
He finally found out about Leng Yanqiu's traces and would never give Leng Yanqiu a chance to escape again. He was not Mo Yanqing, and he would not be threatened by Lin Xiner with Zheng Xianlun again. He had the final say on what he wanted to do.
"Good, good, good." The monks clasped their hands together.
The top of Yunfeng Tower has been destroyed. Even if there are people, can they still be alive?
"Please, go and save Mr. Leng, I know you can do it!" Ouyang Mingjin turned to Ximen Jingxuan and begged.
Although she didn't know his identity or origin, she believed that his abilities were extraordinary.
Only then did Mo Zengye notice the person who rescued Ouyang Mingjin.
Speaking of which, Mo Zengye had actually never met Ximen Jingxuan. When he was in Mo Yaxuan, Ximen Jingxuan was also extremely ill, and he looked completely different from what he is now.
Ximen Jingxuan was also looking at Mo Zengye. He had never met Mo Zengye either, but he concluded from Leng Yanqiu's words that this man was the mute hiding in Linjia Village, who was the culprit of his separation from Xin'er.
Ximen Jingxuan's eyes were very light, covering up all his emotions. Not only could Mo Zengye not be able to see through it, but he also felt a sense of contempt for being ignored, which made him feel inferior in front of this person.