Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

Zhao Xuan stood in front of Wen Xuan. His moves were not learned by the orthodox Xuantian Sect disciples. Wen Xuan only took a few quick glances and saw that Zhao Xuan was indeed a disciple of the sect, but his moves were slightly different from those of the Xuantian Sect.

In short, some of them look like Xuantian Sect's moves, and some of them don't look much like them.

Fortunately, Zhao Xuan didn't know that Wen Xuan was concerned about his sword moves. After all, he was a "transfer student" who entered the original owner's body halfway. He didn't attend a day of class and had no memory of the original owner. Naturally, he couldn't use the authentic Xuantian. Zong Jianzhao.

His sword moves were learned from another world of cultivation. In fact, most of the sword moves of these sects are very similar.

Under normal circumstances, Zhao Xuan should have no problem dealing with this purple mist, but the difficulty is that he has sealed his five senses, and his perception of the outside world will be much slower.

When his five senses are normal, he will catch even the slightest movement, but with his five senses, he can't detect anything until it is close to his eyes.

This purple mist in particular was quite smart. It noticed Zhao Xuan's slowness in fighting, so he deliberately speeded up the fighting and attacked in four separate directions, front, back, left and right.

Zhao Xuan can barely cope with the front and the left, but the back...is one of his major shortcomings now, and he will suffer every time he is in a confrontation.

Unfortunately, Zhao Xuan still cannot unblock his five senses that have been sealed. Once unblocked, he will have nowhere to escape in the face of this mountain of peach trees. Zhao Xuan cannot guarantee whether there will be more serious consequences.

Ziwu had an insight into people's hearts and saw that Zhao Xuan's back was his biggest weakness, so he kept attacking at the back. Originally, the four attacks were about the same strength.

Now it's good, the back attack is particularly sharp and fast, much stronger than the other three parties.

Zhao Xuan was forced to take several steps back. The sword in his hand slashed horizontally and vertically. The moves were majestic and very sharp, even though his cultivation was suppressed and his five senses were blocked in this illusion.

He could still barely resist this weird purple mist to prevent himself from getting more seriously injured.

"Is this thing the key to keeping us here?" Wen Xuan frowned slightly as he looked at it. His natal sword was stuck there, as if it was sucked. Now he can't pull it out even if he wants to.

What is hidden in this hole is currently unknown. He is more concerned about the purple mist surrounding Zhao Xuan than the movement here.

This fog seems to be more troublesome than the white fog encountered outside before, and it is now aimed at Zhao Xuan alone, and Zhao Xuan has no one to help him, so it is inevitable that he will be at a disadvantage!

I saw that Zhao Xuan had been sneak attacked twice by Ziwu from behind. He decisively abandoned his natal sword and went directly to help Zhao Xuan. He and Zhao Xuan were back to back, and they performed a spell, and a golden light quickly rushed towards Ziwu. go.

Ziwu couldn't avoid it and was stabbed. The purple mist that was scattered in all directions immediately merged together, and seemed to be injured. It stagnated for a few seconds, as if it was relieving the pain.

Wen Xuan naturally would not give Zi Wu a chance to relax. He silently transformed into a dozen ice arrows in his hands, and threw the transparent and sharp ice arrows at Zi Wu's location.

This seemed like an easy throw, but in fact, he secretly used no less than 50% of his cultivation. Therefore, the speed of the ice arrow was almost instantaneous, and it passed through the purple mist in one go.

The purple mist had no chance to escape, and was penetrated by these dozen ice arrows. It screamed like an old man, with a hoarse and unpleasant voice.

It was not difficult to tell from its screams that Wen Xuan's move had an effect on it, and it hit the target with one hit.

The purple mist looked a little lighter than before. Not only that, even the mist that had gathered together before dispersed a lot, then closed up, and then separated...

Repeatedly, it can be seen that Wen Xuan's dozen ice arrows have caused considerable damage to it.

Zhao Xuan wanted to relieve his five senses. As soon as he made a move, Wen Xuan grabbed his hand. His quick eyes and quick movements caught Zhao Xuan off guard.

His beautiful and smiling peach blossom eyes were raised slightly, as if there were silent ripples in them, "What's wrong?"

Wen Xuan held onto Zhao Xuan's sleeves and robe, and faced Zhao Xuan's slightly hollow eyes, which were not as beautiful as before, he paused and said, "You can't untie it, there are too many peach blossoms outside, which will aggravate your condition. "

He spoke naturally and quickly, and the concern in his words was not very obvious. Perhaps only he himself knew the turbulent emotions hidden under his calm tone...

No, there is another person who knows. He has always been aware of Wen Xuan's duplicity.

Zhao Xuan knew that Wen Xuan cared about his own body, so not only was he not angry, but he thought he was nosy, and he even had a good temper and chuckled.

"It's okay. I can't let you deal with this thing alone. As long as you break this illusion as soon as possible, those things will naturally not have much impact on me."

Wen Xuan refused without thinking, "No."

When Ziwu reacted, even though there was only a cloud of mist, it was flying around in mid-air without any entity. From its movements, it was not difficult to see that it was in a bad mood at this time.

Wen Xuan and Zhao Xuan even became even more angry because they spoke like no one else was around.

Before Zhao Xuan could say anything, it took advantage of this opportunity to attack, splitting into several waves of dispersed mist and attacking the two of them.

Wen Xuan noticed this splitting of troops into two groups instantly. He pulled Zhao Xuan and hid behind him so that he could deal with the purple mist by himself.

During the whole process, he did not loosen his grip on Zhao Xuan's hand. Not only that, he also deliberately increased his strength, as if he was afraid that the person behind him would disobey him and break free to unblock his five senses.

Zhao Xuan couldn't hear the outside world. He relied entirely on instinctive reactions to fight Ziwu. He would inevitably suffer a lot. In the previous battle, he was scratched several times.

Two of the wounds were on the side of the face. They were not big and only slightly scratched the skin. But even so, Wen Xuan still felt uncomfortable. The bright red blood made him become more and more ruthless when fighting Ziwu. Li.

The moves that left no room for error made it difficult for Ziwu to deal with it. As long as it had a human form now, it must be quite embarrassing.

Ziwu didn't expect that this monk who seemed to have no temper would be so "ruthless" when he attacked, which made it very difficult for him to dodge. He tried to escape several times, but Wen Xuan saw through it, and the fight became even more fierce. .

"..." Not only did he fail to escape, but he also dispersed a lot of purple mist.

Zhao Xuan unlocked the five senses and unlocked the three senses. Only the sense of smell and body consciousness, eye consciousness, ear consciousness, and tongue consciousness were blocked. As Zhao Xuan unblocked them, they quickly returned to normal.

He was not sure whether doing so would bring any bad consequences, but he still resolutely chose to unblock the three consciousnesses.

As soon as the seal was released, Zhao Xuan heard the sound and identified the position very quickly. Even without looking at Ziwu's attack methods, he quickly caught the opponent's routine and hit the opponent's real "entity" with one sword.

Ziwu, who was caught off guard and stabbed by a sword, could vaguely see the shape of a human being. He screamed hoarsely, and then the peach blossom forest in front of them quickly shattered...

Wen Xuan's natal sword quickly returned to his hand.