Even if the two opponents tried their best, the momentum of the flute sound was that of Xuanyuan Zhirong himself. It was so floating in the troubled world, but it was so overpowering that it was difficult to resist. It directly smashed the layer of harmony, and the strong murderous aura contained in that overwhelming force was overwhelming.
In the thin light that rushed forward, the sword of death that looked like a god swept towards the people over there, hitting the two people over there heavily!
Xuanyuan Zhirong's face here was pale, even as transparent as the moonlight on his lips. His whole body seemed to have turned into a wisp of fog, as if a gust of wind could blow him away, and the blood mark between his eyebrows was also gone.
A drop of blood came out and dropped onto Ling Yue's flute with a splash, and was quickly absorbed by Ling Yue without leaving any trace!
With his wrist hanging down, Xuanyuan Zhirong staggered back two steps and finally fell down. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and leaned on the ground with his flute, half-kneeling on the ground. The original layer of silver on his body suddenly disappeared, and the thin
The rain soon condensed into his black hair in fine drops.
As Xuanyuan Zhirong weakened, Bai Yuzi, who was attracted by the blood between his eyebrows, suddenly succumbed, and the wolf soul that had been left with so little due to the heavy damage there immediately became arrogant and was about to attack Xuanyuan Zhirong.
As he left, he didn't meet a piece of Xuanyuan Zhirong's clothes, and he immediately dispersed.
The time has passed!
Xuanyuan Zhirong's face relaxed, and he couldn't hold on any longer. He fell backwards. Xuanyuan Zhirong, who thought he was going to fall on the cold ground, actually fell on a pair of soft arms, opening his eyes weakly.
Open your eyes, yes
Mu Jieyu's eyes were full of anger. The corners of his pale, bloodless lips were slightly raised, and his lips wriggled slightly. His voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible: "As long as I'm with you, I won't let you be in any danger."
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Before he finished speaking, Xuanyuan Zhirong fell heavily at Mu Jieyu's words.
At that moment, Mu Jieyu's heart seemed to be broken by something so hard that she couldn't even feel any pain! She wanted to roar, but since her open mouth could only let out a hoarse roar, she seemed
She became a manic person because she didn't know how to pronounce the word. The blood between Xuanyuan Zhirong's eyebrows was like cold poisonous needles, piercing straight into her eyes. Her eyes were so painful that the pain only slipped from the corners of her eyes.
A thick tear of blood.
She has never felt so regretful, never felt so desperate, never wanted to stab herself so hard, hoping that the stinging pain could save her from such powerless numbness!
She didn’t know that the Midnight Nine Yin Formation was like this. She didn’t know that the Midnight Nine Yin Formation was formed by condensation of Yin Qi. Otherwise, she would not have chosen to deal with the wolves by herself and would have given the Midnight Nine Yin Formation to him!
She knew that the Yin Qi of the corpse was the nemesis of Xuanyuan Zhirong. That day, even when he was close to Yangjiacun, his face was so pale and his vitality was severely damaged! Today, she couldn't imagine how he could control the Yin Qi in her body.
Gu poison, try your best to deal with such a strong Yin Qi!
For this reason, I did not hesitate to shed the blood between my brows!
The blood between the eyebrows is the same as the blood at the tip of the heart. It is the essence of life. A person's body has a lot of blood, but the blood vessel between the eyebrows can overflow three drops, which is the limit. The tendons are connected to the brain.
If you don't wake up, you will be stupid for the rest of your life!
Xuanyuan Zhirong would not be unaware of these, but he was so willing to do anything.