Song of Adolescence

Yong'an Palace.

"If you transport your qi to Baihui acupoint and do it for another week, Xiao Se’s injury will be 70 to 80% better, but you may be unable to move in these few days. If you stop now, you will be able to sleep for a whole day. You won't have much influence either." Ji Ruofeng said to Ji Xue on the side.

Ji Xue hardly hesitated, and slapped Xiao Se on the back again.

"Have you made a decision?" Ji Ruofeng asked in confusion.

Ji Xue nodded: "Desperate must be here this evening. Only he can end this night in the entire Apocalypse City."

Outside the house, Lei Wujie stood holding his sword and looked at the sky, while Sikong Qianluo wandered around the courtyard with a spear, and Ye Ruoyi sat on the stone bench and glanced into the house from time to time.

Outside the palace, there were violent screams from time to time.

Inside the palace, it was surprisingly quiet.

"Suddenly there is a feeling that I don't know what to do without being bleak." Lei Wujie sighed, "I used to hate him as annoying, but as long as he is here, we think this can be done."

Ye Ruoyi nodded: "This is bleak, and it always gives people a sense of trust."

"In fact, it's not difficult to do anything. It's just that whoever comes and chops off." Sikong Qianluo halted his spear to the ground.

"Senior Sister is still domineering, fortunately you are there, otherwise I will be the most direct one." Lei Wujie said.

Sikong Qianluo frowned slightly: "Don't think I don't know you are scolding me."

Lei Wujie frowned suddenly, his expression changed: "But now the chaos outside is like this, we just sit here and stand by, and I do feel a little uneasy."

"This is the game set by the Red King, and we are waiting for us to enter the game. We only have three people, and we can do nothing. We can also pin our hopes on the Forbidden Army and Dali Temple. There have been riots in the Apocalypse before, and they all Being able to calm down quickly, Shen Xiduo is not a simple character." Ye Ruoyi said.

Lei Wujie sighed, "I can only comfort myself like this."

"Boom, boom, boom."

Suddenly an abrupt knock on the door sounded, and everyone's hearts tightened. Lei Wujie drew his sword and took three steps forward: "Who!"

"Boom, boom, boom." Only a grim knock on the door responded to him.

Ye Ruoyi shook his head: "Don't open the door!"

"Boom, boom, boom." The knock on the door became rapid.

Lei Wujie danced a sword flower: "It doesn't seem to be that simple. Customers are not the type that can be rejected."

"Boom." After another knock on the door.

With a bang, the entire door was suddenly knocked down.

Lei Wujie was taken aback for a moment, frowned and looked around, but he could see the person clearly, but couldn't help but exclaimed, "Shen Xiduo."

Dali Temple Qing Shen Xiduo stood at the door just like that holding his sin-cutting knife. Behind him, dozens of Dali Temple Shaoqing followed him and stood silently.

They stood there without speaking, revealing a dead silence. Shen Xiduo seemed to be looking at Lei Wujie, but those eyes were already empty, and black blood was dripping down.

"He is dead." Ye Ruoyi said slowly.

Lei Wujie swallowed his saliva: "Although I was somewhat prepared just after listening to the butler, but seeing it with my own eyes, I still feel a little... fearful. Sister, what do you think?"

Sikong Qianluo's hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and she stepped back: "I...a bit scared."

Lei Wujie said helplessly: "Senior Sister will also say the word'fear'?"

"I... afraid of ghosts." Sikong Qianluo said tremblingly.

Lei Wujie shook his head: "Every time this time, I miss the big brother more and more. If the big brother is there, he will definitely say, righteousness in the world, is there a theory of ghosts and evil? It is the law of evil and charm, and it is just a cut!"

"But Big Brother is not here." Ye Ruoyi made a knife.

"Then I can only let my junior brother do it for you!" Lei Wujie grabbed the heart sword and rushed forward.

The people from Dali Temple who had died there also rushed in at the same time as Shen Xiduo.

Lei Wujie was so fast that he jumped into the crowd, the sword lifted and the sword fell, stabbing them firmly in the chest. Only Shen Xiduo's crime-cutting knife was difficult to deal with, and with a single blow, it cut Lei Wujie's sleeves to pieces.

"Another phoenix fire." Lei Wujie sighed. He paused and walked almost on the ground. He swept back and raised his sword, gently touching Shen Xiduo's chest. a little. He retreated to Ye Ruoyi and Sikong Qianluo's side, stood up, turned his back to the people in Dali Temple, and smiled triumphantly: "Sure enough, he is a dead person, and his brain has no good time to live. It's done."

Sikong Qianluo's face paled: "Are you really sure you got it done?"

Lei Wujie turned his head and found that everyone in Dali Temple was standing there intact, but a few subconsciously touched the wound on his chest, but neither screamed nor fell down, as if Lei Wujie gave The fatal wound just scratched them.

"Damn it." Lei Wujie cursed in a low voice.

Sikong Qianluo said anxiously: "This is a **** in the first place."

During the conversation between the two people, everyone in Dali Temple rushed over, Lei Wujie cursed: "How can I fight an opponent who can't kill? Should I chop it into mashed meat?"

Sikong Qianluo pointed his toes, avoided a hacked knife, and hit the head of a Shaoqing. Because of fear, Sikong Qianluo used so much force that he knocked that person's head with one shot. She retreated sharply, avoiding the filth, feeling sick in her heart, and almost vomited out.

Ye Ruoyi took out a yellow talisman and wiped it on the sword, and the whole sword burned. Those medicinal people didn't know whether they were afraid of the flames or Ye Ruoyi's Dao Sword, so they didn't dare to approach Ye Ruoyi's sword, so they avoided.

So Lei Wujie became the target of everyone's besieging. His red suit was cut to pieces. With a cruel heart, he cut off the medicine man in front of him lazily with a sword, but he was missing half of his body. But the medicine man grabbed his ankle, frightened him a few violent kicks, and threw him off. He scolded: "I'm dreaming! I'm dreaming!"

"Lei Wujie!" Ye Ruoyi looked at the corpse lying motionless on the ground, and suddenly realized, "You try and smash their heads?"

"So disgusting?" Lei Wujie was taken aback by Ye Ruoyi's words.

"Quick!" Ye Ruoyi let out a low voice.

Lei Wujie didn't dare to hesitate any more. With a sword strike, Shaoqing of Dali Temple in front of him shot all over his head. Lei Wujie forcefully resisted the nausea in his heart.

"Useful!" Ye Ruoyi said, "Maybe it doesn't need to be so disgusting, Lei Wujie, cut off their heads."

"Offended!" Lei Wujie landed, looked at Shen Xiduo before him, said sorry, and then waved his sword.

The sound of "ding" was actually blocked by Shen Xiduo's sword swing.

"Forget about your skill." Lei Wujie said annoyedly, and took his sword three steps back.

There seemed to be another group of medicine people pouring in from outside, and they rushed to Lei Wujie like a tide. Lei Wujie finally got angry and lifted the sword.

There was a thunder on the ground!

All medicine men were forced back by this sword, Lei Wujie jumped forward again, and cut off Shen Xiduo's head with a sword!