Poison Genius Consort

The dazzling sword, like the raging flood, whistled, leaving nowhere to flee.

Han Yen Xiao knew that life and death were only moments away.

The White Wolf also knows that this robbery is inescapable.

Han Yunxi closed his eyes and tried to focus his attention, trying to get the white wolf to receive the poison storage space.

If you can't escape, you can't let little things fall into their hands.

At this juncture of life and death, she can also concentrate, her heart is still strong, the weak pain is just her body.

However, her poison storage space and detoxification system are both in a state of collapse and are completely inoperable!

She opened her eyes. How did that happen?

When the flint lightning struck, the white wolf suddenly stood up and raised his claws.

“Don't!”

Han Yunxi shouted, unfortunately already late.

The sword was born on the chest of the white wolf. Han Yen Xiao grabbed his fur and hung it behind him, undamaged.

Just now, the white wolf was blown open, enough to see the strength of the Jianzong old man's inner work, the white wolf is not his opponent at all.

She obviously felt the white wolf's body tremble.

It won't die, but it hurts!

“Li Jianxin, you...”

Before Han Yunxi's words were finished, the old man of Jianzong swept a sword like lightning bolt again, the white wolf roared, with Han Yunxi to escape, but obviously couldn't escape, he was raw and chopped on the back leg by that sword.

“Ow...”

The white wolf hurts so much! If it hadn't been for its immortality, it would have died already! Sword of the elderly, who can bear it?

“Lee Jianxin, don't hurt it, I...”

“Ow...”

Another sword, born in the belly of the white wolf, the white wolf was clearly painful enough to bear, suddenly fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily.

Han Yunxi did not have that much strength to hold steady. In an instant, he was bounced off. Qiuzi quickly waved his sword. The white wolf could not take care of the pain in his abdomen. He flew up in time, blocking his sword strength with his body, and caught Han Yunxi.

However, Li Jianxin's sword did not stop. His face was as cold as frost. One sword and one sword sword swept each other constantly, extremely fast and infinitely powerful.

He's the number one expert in the clouds! His sword is the most powerful sword in the clouds!

Even if it is a poisonous beast, it cannot withstand such a high level of attack, the White Wolf is simply unable to attack actively, and the rate of evasion is slower and slower.

It's only for the beating.

But even so, it is still dead to protect Han Yingxi and not to let Han Yingxi get hurt.

There was not much strength left to see the white wolf. Qiuzi shouted, "Together, we go to assist the master, together we attack Han Yen Xiao! ”

There was no sound from the master gate. The three elderly men went up with Qiuzi at the same time. The four swords attacked from above and attacked Xiao Han Art.

At this time, Han Yen Xiao's poison needle has no effect at all.

The White Wolf endured all the swordsmanship of the elders and four elders with one enemy, five.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! ”

A sword qi is like whipping, beating the white wolf hard, the white wolf no longer growls, no growling, no more hiding, but staring fiercely at the elderly people of Sword Zong, beating by them, is not yielding.

Han Yunxi's heart was broken.

She held the white wolf's neck and swallowed it in her ear more than once, "Little things... I know you must be little things, will you listen? ”

“Little things, best of all. Just listen to me, okay? You run first, okay? I'll be fine. ”

“Little thing, I beg you, run away first. We're no match for them, you run. Go find the North Moon...”

Han Yunxi said so, decisively releasing his hand and jumping from the high back of the white wolf.

At this time, Qiuzi Qiangzi swept and was hitting the belly of Han Yingxi, who was shocked far away and whose body was as light as a fallen leaf in the wind. Blood splashed out of his abdomen and blossomed in the sky with wonderful flowers.

“Ow…”

The white wolf roared like crazy, sounded the whole Tianshan Sword Sect, and scared everyone to hold on. Even the elderly Sword Sect was shocked, and he stopped his hand unconsciously.

Han Yunxi landed on the ground and took a breath, but she still held on. She was powerless to wave gently at the little thing, indicating that it was walking.

How could the white wolf walk, it went mad and pounced over the Qiuzi, but, before it hit Qiuzi, the sword of the old man of Jianzong ruthlessly stabbed Han Art Xi.

The white wolf can only turn around to protect it. The sword of the elderly Sword Sect cannot be stabbed against the white wolf's chest.

However, the old man of Sword Sect beat weak, using the sword as a medium, burst out a powerful atmosphere and shook the white wolf's chest.

White Wolf protects in front of Han Yen Xiao. If you don't let it, you won't let it!

“Don't... little things... you go! You go..."

“Little things, be good! ”

……

Han Yen Xiao shouted desperately, dragged desperately, and the white wolf did not move.

The people around them are staring at each other. They have never seen the beast, but they have heard of it. It is cruel, cunning, bloodthirsty and poisonous.

But this beast in front of us is nothing like legend. It's loyal, stubborn, moving!

But what about makeup?

Who dares to stop the Master of Sword Sect? The top of Tianshan was originally favored by the disciples of Han Yunxi, who had been silent for a long time. Xu Dong was lying beside him in blood, his life and death were unknown.

The white wolf stubbornly withstood the constant swordsmanship, and finally the powder in his eyebrow gradually faded, slowly looking back towards the Korean Art Xi.

Originally brutal cold blood eyes, suddenly softened, a drop of tears slowed down, is self-reproach, also sad.

Yun Xima Ma, I'm sorry, little things have... tried their best.

Suddenly, the tall body instantly hallucinated into a small squirrel, falling to the ground, with its pure white fur stained with the master's blood.

It doesn't die, but it hurts.

What kind of pain does a giant body suffer when all the pain is injected into a body the size of a palm?

It curls into a bunch, Cesar trembles.

Han Yunxiao rushed to fetch the little thing, her hands full of blood stained the fur of the little thing. She hastily hid the little thing in her medical bag, hoping to warm it up.

Soon, however, the sword of the old man of Sword Sect stabbed in front of her, “Han Yunxi, the evil of Poison Sect, must die! You cut yourself off, or do it with your own dignity, you choose one. ”

Han Yunxi looked up angrily, his hands gripping the sword blade of the old man of Jianzong, roaring, "I choose neither! ”

“Origins, who decides? Why do you want me dead because I'm a descendant of poison? ”

“What have I done to hurt God? Which innocent have I poisoned? Say it!”

“Lee Jianxin, say it! If you can't say it, I won't accept it! ”

Han Yen Xiao is unhappy!

The whole scene was silent, and the elderly Jianzong was silent, and everyone looked at Han Yunxi's hands. Her hands were dead holding the sword blade of the old man of Sword Sect, bleeding more than ever.

No one thought this weak woman without the strength to tie a chicken would survive.

How stupid of her to use her hands to hold the sword of an old man? But the people present, including Takiya, couldn't laugh.

This woman, what else can she do besides stop her with her bare hands?

Grandma Ghost couldn't help but look away, she was afraid, afraid to look at herself again, will shake, can't help but want to save people.

This girl is so good, so good, why is it only the evil of the drug? Why is it exposed at the top of the mountain?

“Let go!” The old man of Sword Sect finally opened his mouth, his voice was calm and he did not have too much emotion.

“No! I won't let you die!” Han Yunxi's stubbornness is heartbreaking, "he refused, and neither did he die! ”

She is weak and windy, but her spinal bones are straight and her bones are fine; her purple skirt is bloody and her soul is clean and not insulting!

“Han Yen Xiao, you're right. But you have to die. ”

The old man of Sword Zong bluntly said it. His sword blade rapidly pierced the past from between Han Yunxi's hands.

suddenly!

An atmosphere such as the sword of a rainbow, cold shocked from one side, penetrated the body of several disciples of Tianshan, and struck directly on the back of the hand of the elderly sword sect.

The elderly man of Jianzong unexpectedly let go of his subconscious mind. The hand was preserved, but the sword fell into the hands of Han Yen Xiao.

Han Yunxi looked back and saw only a few Tianshan disciples falling in front of her. Her most familiar figure flew in front of her.

Dragons are not nights!

January is gone, like a millennium apart; a wall apart, it's almost a life apart.

Dragon is not the night, Yun Xiao finally waited for you, fortunately, did not give up.

Han Yun Xiaoming wanted to laugh, but the tears couldn't stop flowing.

Seeing him, she was all stubborn, all insistent, all strong, instantly collapsed.

His hands dropped powerlessly, the sword of the elderly man of Jianzong landed, and Han Yunxi had no strength at all, slowly pouring down.

Prior to her coma, she felt the familiar temperature, which was a dragon's non-night embrace.

He held the weak so that the wind would take him away at any time. Dragon's natural cold face was very horrible. He drooled his eyes and gently cleansed Xiao Han's long, messy hair, wiping the blood on her face.

The whole scene, a silence, even the elders of Sword Sect did not speak, the eyes were dark and dark, it was complicated.

The night of the dragon is quieter and quieter to the point of alarming fear.

He tore the corner of his clothes, carefully and gently wrapped his hands around Han Yen Xiao, and then he began to examine her for all the injuries, internal injuries and trauma, especially her abdomen, which were the worst.

The quieter he is, the heavier the murders emitted, Qiuzi and others have become unconsciously alert.

Dragon did not survive the night to give Han Yen Xiao true qi, protect her lifeblood, then gently put her on the ground, take off her own clean black robe to cover her up.

As soon as the black robe came off, everyone sucked in a cold breath.

He wore only a pure white bottoming shirt, his penciled back was all soaked with blood, a whip wound on his back, invisible.

He got up after gently printing a kiss on Han Yen Xi's lips.

He glanced cold at everyone in the room, black-painted eyes burning, and he was furious, "Hurt her, all die! ”

The whole place was silent and the wind didn't even sound.

“Not at night…”

The old man of Sword Sect was about to speak, and the dragon suddenly raised his sword in the night and pointed straight at the past, "You are the first! ”