"Jun Li!" Ling Li couldn't help but exclaim. He rushed into the formation, with the black sword in his hand, blocking Tuoba Gu who was waiting to pursue him again. "Tuoba, you agreed to me..."

A few sneers came from the side - Ling Li turned his head in surprise and looked at Shan Jiquan who made the sound.

Shan Jiquan sat on the snow with a little blood on his mouth and clothes. Xia Yan suddenly moved a little and made the Vermilion Bird's palm appear, but the power of the "Ming Mirror Art" obviously hurt him very much. Even so, there was a hint of coldness and ridicule that was hard to see on his face. "Sharp, for this, you might as well say a few less words."

It was fine if he didn't say anything. As soon as he said this, his fierce murderous intention suddenly surged, "Jiquan, I have been in love with you for many years, but I will always calculate with you later today."

"It's just right." Shan Jiquan was not willing to be outdone, "I have something to do with you."

Zhuque ignored the conversation behind him. He took Xia Yan and walked to the wall of the single house step by step, put his body down and sat down.

"Jun Li," he seemed to have disappeared from the things around him, so calm that he didn't know that he was in the siege. "You sit here for a while and see how Master avenge you."

In the gap between Ling Li and Shan Jiquan's conversation, every word he spoke so clearly. He spoke so quietly, his voice was the same as his eyebrows and eyes, without any ups and downs, but everyone just trembled from his heart, because everyone vaguely knew that this calmness and calmness was not because he was enduring his anger—but that was his most angry look.

Xia Yan quickly stumbled his pale lips, trying to stop him. He wanted to say that he would avenge me again in the future. Even though he was drowsy, he still vaguely understood that if Zhuque was determined to "take revenge" now, he had almost no chance of winning, and dying together was definitely not the result he wanted to see.

But when he breathed like a long spring, he could not make any sound. He could only grab a little corner of his clothes before Suzaku got up, as if this little force could stop him.

Zhuque wanted to pull his hand away, but saw pale bones of his fingers, which showed that the faint power was his whole. Finally, there was a temperature that could not be hidden in his eyes, and he couldn't bear to pull his fingers. He could only take off the shirt and cover his shoulders.

The robe and clothes may not be able to block the biggest snowstorm for him. But at least - he needs this little warmth more than himself.

Xia Yan grabbed the robe. His spiritual sense was finally completely lost. He fell into the darkness; but it seemed that he had not lost it, and he could still hear the sounds around him. In the loss of life and death, he seemed to have left his body, floating in the sky so high and so far away. This himself seemed to be more sensitive than ever. He could sense the subtle movements and expressions of each person, as well as the traces of every snowflake falling...…

He suddenly realized that this was "Zhuxue"? Zhuque's mood, who was seriously injured and dying in the snow, finally felt it completely. The cold and ice and snow wrapped around his body, and he knew everything, but could not wake up, so he could only let his spiritual consciousness wander around and perceive the world like this - he finally felt so clearly that that thought that he did not want to die no matter what, was the original intention of the existence of the "Ming Mirror Art", and the reason why Zhuque said that he was in harmony with his state of mind and was called the master and apprentice.

His heart was as clear as a real mirror for a moment, but unfortunately he was trapped in this place where he could not wake up. He knew clearly that Zhuque had walked to Ling Li and Tuoba Gu. He saw his hair blown behind him by the wind, his dark face was fully exposed, as ferocious as the blue ghost in the underworld. There was an unprecedented layer of darkness around him, so that no snow could invade the three inches of land around him.

He also clearly heard the messy mutual blame between Ling Li and Tuoba Gu, between Ling Li and Shan Jiquan, and even between Tuoba Gu and Shan Jiquan. He was not sure whether they were really speaking out to each other and expressing their dissatisfaction, or it was just that "Zhu Xue" at this time that was beyond ordinary people, and he actually heard the voice he shouldn't have heard. But no matter how they blamed each other, one thing would not change - they were all enemies of Zhuque, and they would not let him go.

His spiritual consciousness passed through everyone's body, but he could not touch anything. He hurriedly recalled the second technique "Seeing the Heart". The Zhuque of Zhuque thought about this technique after being saved by others, and he had learned to "Seeing the Heart". He should be able to use this to drive his spiritual consciousness back to his body, and then—or could suppress the uncontrolled loss of the soul—and then he could wake up?

When the mind moved, the spiritual consciousness really returned to the zodiac sign. His whole body trembled, which seemed to be a dying reflex to outsiders. But it was still--can't open his eyes and could not control himself. The coldness was still eroding, and the senses were still weakening. Such a body could not support this will to die.

Tuoba Gu, Zhuo Yan, Lingli. He heard Zhuque pronounce everyone's name, maybe it was pronounced, maybe it was in his heart, so stern, as if he wanted to declare that he would not let go of any of them. Gu Rufei was not thought of by him, probably Zhuque had not taken him seriously yet - Gu Rufei didn't know whether he should feel lucky or shame for this, but Xia Yan could hear his hand holding the sword making a cold creaking sound, and his heart was retreating but he was ready to move.

He urgently continued to recall Mingjing's next trick. "Ruxu" was that Zhuque was unwilling to the doctor's judgment on his death with only two years left. He realized to fight against the injury. He felt that he could also fight against his current physical situation. He followed his thoughts and his breath seemed to wander, which made his originally dead body feel a little alive, but it seemed that it was still just a "feeling" or even an "illusion".

He felt that Tuoba Gu's body was also covered with a breath - he had had such two interactions with Tuoba Gu. He had never seen the color of his breath when he was awake, and of course he could not see the direction clearly. But now, in a coma, he could see it. The snow could not invade Tuoba Gu's body. The moment he touched the blue breath, they had melted away with a "scream".

He could vaguely count the number of layers of the green air. Before he could count it, Zhuque took action. He saw the dark color and the green color like two rays of flames intertwined in the background of the wind and snow.

Shan Jiquan and Ling Li did not interfere. One was seriously injured and could not interfere. The other probably didn't know how to interfere.

Ling Li must also know that at this time, if Zhuque is really let go, he will definitely bring enough people back and kill Qinglong Valley, thinking that Xia Yan will take revenge. After all, he has had so many years of friendship with Tuoba Gu. No matter how wrong Tuoba Gu does today, it will be impossible for him to force him to put the safety of the entire Qinglong Sect in vain, let alone - put Xia Yan aside - he and Zhuque are still enemies.

So he was probably the most kind choice he could make? Xia Yan had no way to blame him, but the desire to wake up was so urgent. Apart from himself, he thought that no other person was a ally of Zhuque - Zhang Ting didn't know where he went. Since Zhuque could find this, he must have seen him, but even if he could bring those 300 people in, compared with nearly a thousand Qinglong Valley scholars, how could he dare to win? Not to mention, for Zhang Ting, Mingzhe stayed outside the valley with confidence, pretending to be ignorant and waiting for Cheng Ping was the way to go. If Zhuque and himself were both here, there would be only a hundred benefits and almost no harm in his future in that forbidden city.

The breath was flowing uneasyly, and illusions and perceptions flowed in unison. He tried hard to distinguish the reality of each vein. After "ruowei", he recalled the fourth technique "ruoshi". Only when the body and mind were no longer separated from each other like at this moment, the spiritual consciousness was no longer a fragile and dry body. Only then could he have some possibility to really wake up and prevent the arrival of "parting"?

Ling Li was obviously worried about his injuries, and he didn't care about the victory or defeat of Tuoba Gu and Zhuque. He quickly walked up to see him while there was no obstacle. Dan, Gu's subordinates were not able to stop him at this time. Xia Yan felt his hand touching his pulse, and he checked his breathing, and then checked his injuries. He seemed to have found the bottle of wound medicine he had just hidden in his arms, opened it and tried it, and then added it to his ruptured wound.

"Jun Li?" He heard him call him, but he couldn't answer. He couldn't move either. A hint of anxiety made his breath of virtual and real disorder a little, and even the pain caused by the palm that Tuoba Gu hit the back just now began to move.

Ling Li probably could have explored his chaotic breath. Originally, he did not dare to use the Qinglong Mind Method to heal Xia Yan's wounds, but he also found a bit of scorching breath in Xia Yan's body, which coexisted with the Mingjing Art without hindrance. At this time, he didn't care much, so he used his internal strength to assist him in his breathing. When this chaos, Xia Yan knew very well that he must pay attention to other situations at all times and would not be able to fully care about him. He actually tried his best to help him. He wanted to say thank you very much - he didn't know if he would still have the fate to wake up and say thank you.

The true power poured into his two breaths of virtual and real breath, and his perception became a little more real, but to Ling Li, the feeling seemed to sink into the sea. He really didn't know that there were too many tricks in Mingjing Art, so he had to stop his hand. He then pulled off his sleeve and prepared to bandage some injuries with Xia Yan.

A hint of ridicule came from Shan Jiquan's direction. "Lingli, I really have never seen someone more hypocritical than you."

The sharp hand paused, then continued without a response. In his opinion, this sentence should be returned to the original sentence?

"Isn't this situation today thank you?" Shan Jiquan continued, "The things you have done for so long have known that this day will be the discovery of your conscience now?"

As he spoke, he turned to the Suzaku in the formation over there, "God, I'll tell you something."

Xia Yan was a little anxious. Shan Jiquan always liked to talk nonsense at such times. If Zhuque was serious, he would be afraid that he would give his opponent an opportunity to take advantage of it.

"Do you know why the Qinglong Sect suddenly had a good relationship with the prince, and who was the person who had been lobbying between the prince and the leader?" Shan Jiquan said indeed, "That person - but he is far away from the sky, near in front of him, and now he is next to your good disciple, and I don't know if he wants to save him or harm him?"
Chapter completed!