The original misunderstood me! ! !

Yu Zheyuan's lips moved, and his voice fell on Wenyue's ears through the wind and rain, like a barely perceptible sigh.

Their eyes suddenly met in the air, and Wen Yue even felt that Yu Zheyuan smiled slightly, pale and transparent, as if he saw another person through them.

Wen Yue's heart ached.

However, this moment is not the time for him to indulge his emotions.Wen Yue landed beside Yu Zheyuan, but before he could stand still, another group of Tongtian Sect members attacked from all directions.

"bass--!"

Wen Yue raised his sword to block, and the bone sword met with the sword, spear, sword and halberd, and a series of dazzling electric sparks erupted.

Numerous talisman talismans containing the power of lightning flew out like flowers, knocking back the Tianjiao people to three feet away, making it difficult to make any further progress.

Xie Zishu's instructions are still in my ears, and Wen Yue will not easily pour mana into the bone sword until it is absolutely necessary.

【...Is Xianjun injured? 】Wen Yue helped Yu Zheyuan block the attack that was close at hand, unable and afraid to look at Yu Zheyuan, with his back turned to him? Transmitting the sound.

[Small injury. 】Yu Zheyuan was tightly protected under the light net formed by the interlacing of electric arcs. Finally, when he was free, he stared almost greedily at Wen Yue's back, and said softly,【...It doesn't matter. 】

For Yu Zheyuan, everything at this moment is an almost novel experience.

The square inch of Wenyue's back enveloped them, like a flat boat on the sea during a storm, or like the last peaceful place in the world when the world is capsized.

They no longer shoulder a heavy fate with their own strength, but are willing to be protected by this person. In the bloody wind, there is a bit of room to breathe.

Yu Zheyuan stared at him quietly? Huge waves set off in his amber pupils.

——You really came back.

If this is the last time between them...

He? Maybe he can die without regret.

There are many Tianjiao believers at the mountain gate of Bizhufeng. These people have a certain amount of magic power and are suitable for attacking in groups, not for fighting alone.

Wen Yue has been cultivating hard since he passed the book, and his strength has risen steadily. Unknowingly, he has reached the level where he can fight one-to-many without falling behind.

I saw that they mainly used lightning and lightning, supplemented by swords, with a vacant grip in their hands, and a long whip transformed from lightning appeared in their palms.

"Snapped--"

Wen Yue changed his defense to attack, and he swung the electric whip like a thunderbolt, sweeping away the coveted Tianjiao believers who surrounded him in a circle!

At this moment, Wen Yue's heart that had been terrified and restless finally subsided.

No matter what, Yu Zheyuan is still alive.

Just live.

They don't know what to say to Yu Zheyuan, maybe with their current relationship, they have nothing to say.So he simply let go of his thoughts, stopped entanglement, and concentrated on dealing with the Tianjiao believers.

"Whizzing--"

Just as Wen Yue cleared up the people in front of him, was there a flash in his peripheral vision? What? A silver light flashed, coming through the air——

Poison needle? !

Wen Yue's reaction could not be described as unpleasant, and in a flash, he contacted the incident of being attacked on the edge of the barren sky.

The last time there were seven poisonous needles, he only blocked three of them in a hurry. If there was no sudden burst of defense and teleportation spells on the bone sword, the remaining four poisonous needles would be enough for him to explain. There.

——This time the poisonous needles were even worse, there were as many as nine of them, they were shot from all directions, it was almost inevitable for Yue Wen to avoid it!

If you stretch out this moment, you will see the silver needle glowing with a strange light, shooting towards Wenyue everywhere.

No matter how Wen Yue resisted, he could only protect the front and back.

However, unlike the last time when he was alone, there is Yu Zheyuan behind Wen Yue at this moment.

Yu Zheyuan said via voice transmission: [Leave your back to me. 】

After finishing speaking, He Gu was like a swimming dragon, flashing a few streaks of water-like silver light in the air, sweeping the five silver needles stabbed at the back of Wen Yue's neck, back, and legs to the ground.

Wen Yue: "..."

His heart was beating violently, and he heard Yu Zheyuan continue with no waves: [Be careful, the person who comes is the master of Disha Palace, Hua Yu. 】

Wen Yue gripped the bone sword hilt tightly.

Before Xi Wuming broke through the formation protecting the mountain, Yu Zheyuan counted the three palace masters and the two protectors of the Tongtian Sect in detail, and told Wen Yue their characteristics.

Among the three palace lords of the Tianjiao, Xi Wuming, the lord of the Colorless Palace, is good at formations, which represents "□□".

The master of the Tiangang Palace, Zen Yi, is hypocritical and represents "greed". The magic weapon of his life is the Tiangang pestle.

The Lord of the Disha Palace, Hua Yu, represents "jealousy", especially good at the colorless, tasteless, and tasteless poison. The magic weapon of "ten steps is empty", and the soul of the poisoned person will be scattered within ten steps...

Wen Yue's guess when he first encountered the poisonous needle has been confirmed at this moment?

Yu Zheyuan said: [Those who use poison are good at pretending to attack. 】

【Let's find out Hua Yu first. 】

[Please give me advice. 】Wen Yue said.

Their tone was polite and alienated, and Yu Zheyuan's hand holding the sword paused slightly.

However, before the sour feeling spread in the chest cavity, another wave of attacks had already arrived!

I saw where the silver needle landed, white foam came out of the soil one after another, like a seed was scattered, and within a few breaths, small white flowers grew out.

The flower looked ordinary, no different from the wild flowers on the roadside, but Yu Zheyuan frowned, and said: [Hold your breath! 】

Wen Yue subconsciously followed suit, and at the same time moved the bone sword, wanting to retreat with Yu Zheyuan.

The moment he stretched out his hand, he hesitated - after revealing his identity, he had to keep a distance from Yu Zheyuan, even if it was just by pinching his wrist.

But Yu Zheyuan doesn't have spiritual power, and now doesn't seem to be the time to worry about it.

Wen Yue's entanglement was only for a moment, and Yu Jian went to hold Yu Zheyuan's wrist.Unexpectedly, Yu Zheyuan was one step faster than him, and He Gu in his hand flew to his feet, like what he had done countless times before, Yu Zheyuan held his hand.

Wen Yue:! ! !

He was amazed by Yu Zheyuan's movements, and even more surprised by the change in Yu Zheyuan's ability to control the sword.

...Could it be that Xianjun's spiritual power has recovered?

But he has only been away for less than four days. What happened in such a short period of time?

Yu Zheyuan clenched Wen Yue's hand, He Gu backed away quickly, passing a straight silver light.

There? What? Followed closely, almost biting on He Gujian—it was the colorless, odorless, and tasteless poison that could attach to silver needles, wild flowers and even everything—"Shibukong" .

The reason why Wen Yue could perceive that the poison spread at a speed comparable to Yujian's was not that he could perceive the poison, but that the soil was rapidly decomposing, and the grass was submerged in white foam. The Tianjiao believers who have short arms and legs and temporarily lose their fighting power are like falling into the water of corpses. In the blink of an eye, their bodies are corroded into white bones, and they can't even scream. ?The soul is gone.

Wen Yue: "..."

Yu Zheyuan took out a pill from the Qiankun bag and handed it to Wen Yue, who took it, only to find that Yu Zheyuan was still holding their wrist.

"..." He broke free for a while, Yu Zheyuan let go, and heard Yue whisper, "The Immortal Monarch was so abrupt just now."

Yu Zheyuan pursed his lips.

They suppressed the manic depression that was about to emerge from the bottom of their hearts, and turned their attention to the battlefield.

Why can silver needles shoot out from different directions?

Where is Hua Yu hiding?

Yu Zheyuan held his breath, feeling the slight wind blowing over his temples. Not far away, white foam surged and spread like boiling water, making a gurgling sound, and Wen Yue stood beside him, obviously only less than an hour away. The distance of [-] feet, but can't justifiably touch them?

[Leave the position, on the bone accumulation mountain. 】Yu Zheyuan said quickly, 【He? He used an invisibility talisman. 】

Since Wen Yue came to Bizhu Peak, he has been instructed by Yu Zheyuan all the time. His trust in him is almost instinctive, and his body's reaction is also instinctive.

He raised his head suddenly, his eyes shot directly at the top of the pile of bones, but his movements were faster than his eyes, and he threw out a lightning talisman with his fingertips, and flew towards that place viciously.

"Boom--"

There was a sudden thunder, and everything was invisible.

A blazing white light pierced down from the sky, and a stream of red smoke flashed in midair, like a ghost suddenly appearing, and suddenly rushed towards Wenyue!

【careful! 】Yu Zheyuan's voice really changed.

But before they could react, their bodies had already reacted—they Yujian blocked Wen Yue.

The red smoke is like clouds and gauze, seemingly tangible or invisible, like a gentle hand caressing the corner of Yuzheyuan's clothes.

Yu Zheyuan resisted with his sword, dispelling all the red smoke.Only a sliver of light smoke escaped the sword shadow and touched Yu Zheyuan's palm.

A slight numbness was felt spontaneously, from the palm of the left hand to the wrist and arm, from Ren Du's second meridian to the inner dantian, almost in an instant, the meridians of Yu Zheyuan swam all over.

Fortunately, Yu Zheyuan had taken the elixir that could detoxify all kinds of poisons in advance, and he had the medicine of Duan Xihulang as a guarantee. For a while, he didn't show any strangeness.

"Immortal Lord Zheyuan, don't come here unharmed."

That red shadow showed her real body, Huayu in red clothes and black hair, pale complexion, like a blooming mandala, showing a strange smile of innocence and evil.

He has a figure like a boy, and his voice is also like a boy, with a slight hoarseness, like plucking the strings of a piano.

"You? You blocked Shibukong for him? It seems that the rumors are true."

"You actually have someone you care about." Hua Yu smiled brightly and maliciously, "You have a weakness."

"Weakness?" Yu Zheyuan's voice was cold, his eyebrows were covered with ice and snow, "I have made peace with Wen Yue, so what is he? A weakness?"

"It's a reconciliation, it's just that they have been husband and wife for many years, leaving him with the last sliver of affection. In fact, I divorced him." Yu Zheyuan looked at Wen Yue, "You know it in your heart."

The blood on Wen Yue's face faded, and he nodded stiffly.

However, Hua Yu's words kept playing back in his mind - "You? Blocked Shibukong for him."

Wen Yue's lips moved, unable to speak, he reluctantly sent a voice transmission to Yu Zheyuan.

[Xianjun, ten steps empty...]

【It's blocked, it's okay. 】Yu Zheyuan said, 【Otherwise I will die on the spot after ten steps. 】

Wen Yue's face turned pale.

Hua Yu also thought that Yu Zheyuan hadn't been poisoned, and was bluffed together with Wen Yue.

He? Suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "No."

"Yu Zheyuan, you? How can you control the sword?" Hua Yu said, "Your meridian is broken by our own eyes."

Hua Yu tilted her head, as if she was thinking seriously.However, Wen Yue was aroused by this sentence and almost wanted to pull out the bone sword.

However, Yu Zheyuan was faster than him.

He Gu in his hand suddenly turned at an angle, and stabbed at Hua Yu with an extremely tricky posture.

Hua Yu's reaction was a bit slow, and when he wanted to dodge, the sword glow had already pierced his face!

Hua Yu immediately leaned back, and the sword edge brushed against the tip of his nose.

When they thought about putting poison to fight back, Yu Zheyuan had already come to their back and tapped three big acupoints on Huayu's body.

——He Gujian was clamped around his neck.

"Since I see that I can control the sword, you should know the price of messing with me." Yu Zheyuan slightly lowered his head, his voice was gentle and solemn, echoing in Hua Yu's ears.

Hua Yu couldn't speak. She could only feel the icy sword's edge against her neck. She didn't even move. The sword light had cut her neck with blood.

The blood poured down straight down, as long as it gets in a little bit, their lives will be handed over to Yu Zheyuan.

And he couldn't say a word, whether it was begging, insulting, or spurning...

"stop--!!!"

A second before Yu Zheyuan moved his sword, a shout came from a distance in the air.

A pair of golden figures carrying two teenagers, one green and one purple, appeared tens of feet away in the air.

It was a monk in a golden cassock, with red lips, white teeth, and bewitching eyes. He was holding a nine-foot-long Tiangang pestle aimed at Luo Yu and Situ Yi's heads, as if he was about to hit them hard at any moment.

"Don't move." Chan Yi looked at Yu Zheyuan indifferently, "Otherwise I'll kill them."