After a moment, the yellow sand retreated and the strong wind leaped and disappeared.
But Wen Xining found that there was still no figure around, and even the previous voice was gone. She could not hear Bei Tangshuo's call.
She held the sword tightly and glanced around with her eyes alertly. Since it was the Hundred Ghosts Linglong Formation, there must be unpredictable risks in it.
It turns out that all of them are isolated like her now. Is this going to be defeated one by one?
While thinking, suddenly, the originally calm forest fluctuated again.
The tall and straight trees became twisted in an instant, like a flexible snake, winding the thick trunks and attacking Wen Xining.
Is this a hundred trees attacking together?
Wen Xining sweated on her forehead, and the sword in her hand attacked fiercely. With the golden light flashing, the trees were actually cut off in the waist, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, something even more strange happened.
A faint shadow floated out of those cut-off trees, which seemed to be human, not human, not demon, just like a ghost who had just been liberated, rushing towards Wen Xining. The scene was unusual
Be cautious.
Damn it, it turns out that these are the hundreds of ghosts!
The sword in his hand was not stopped, and the golden light continued, but those things continued one after another, as if they could never be killed.
Wen Xining's movement of swinging the sword became slower and slower, and the sword energy also weakened as her breath weakened. Unpredictable, Wen Xining's arm was grabbed by a ghost, and blood was flowing.
"Swish", the golden light of the sword that had originally dimmed a little, Wen Xining felt that an infinite force was injected into her body, and suddenly she became energetic. She concentrated on her mind and wiped the sword, and wiped a large number of them.
However, the cuts were far less than the ones that were turned out, and Wen Xining's body was getting more and more wounds, and the sword light in his hand became dimmer and dimmer.
She knew that Chu Yan's breath was connected to her, and now he could hardly hold on.
The loss of blood and the dissipation of strength made her consciousness gradually confused. Just as she was cutting towards a ghost mechanically, she suddenly paused and grabbed her hand.
Because the ghost suddenly turned into Beitangshuo's face,
"Shuo?"
Wen Xining looked disbelief, thinking that the formation had been broken and was about to pounce on her.
However, just when she was lost, the "Beitangshuo" smiled and waved her palm, hitting her heart.
"Sister, be careful!"
That was Chu Yan's voice, but Wen Xining had no time to dodge and had no strength to dodge.
At this critical moment, a crisp chirping sounded in the sky, and the next moment, a strong red light shrouded in it.
At the same time, three red, orange and yellow beams on the ground also rushed into the air at the same time, gathering with the red light of the flames.
A shrill scream suddenly sounded, and the "Beitangshuo", which was only an inch away from Wen Xining's heart, also screamed and instantly disappeared.
All the ghosts dissipate and all things return to peace.
Wen Xining, who had completely lost her strength, tilted her body and was about to fall down, but fell into a familiar embrace, but the other party obviously had no strength and fell to the ground.
"Ningning, Ningning!"
Beitangshuo held her and watched her green clothes dyed red. He was frightened and kept calling her name.
Wen Xining opened her eyes and saw Bei Tangshuo's pale face. His white clothes also changed color, but the color was not red, but dark black.
The originally confused consciousness suddenly returned, and she grabbed Beitangshuo's hand and looked at him nervously.
"Shuo, your poison, your poison."
He was fumbled on him in a hurry, and when Beitangshuo saw that she was fine, the corners of his mouth bent with relief, and the black blood slowly slid from the corners of his mouth, flowing more and more, and more and more.
Wen Xining held his face and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth helplessly, but he couldn't wipe it off. He couldn't help but scream.
"Shuo? Shuo, what's wrong with you? Li Feng, Nuonuo, come and save Shuo!"
"I, ahem..."
Beitangshuo wanted to speak, but suddenly his chest suffocated, and an inexplicable sense of dryness surged into his heart. In an instant, his originally pale face turned red, and his eyes also turned from black to red.
"No, when I summoned the Red Moon Sword, I moved the flame energy. Now the poison in my body can no longer be suppressed!"
As soon as Xiao Yunnuo arrived, his face changed drastically. He grabbed Bei Tangshuo's wrist. The messy pulse showed the surging poison in Bei Tangshuo's body at this moment.
"Mu Lifeng, hurry up and seal his acupoints with silver needles, hurry!"
With Xiao Yunnuo's voice, Mu Lifeng had already taken out the silver needle and stabbed it quickly into Beitangshuo's body.
Wen Xining sat blankly, watching Mu Lifeng and Xiao Yunnuo rescue Beitangshuo, raised his hand slightly and a white bead rolled out.
Her eyes slowly turned from Beitangshuo's body to the beads. She didn't pick them up, but she just looked straight, but tears rolled down from her big eyes.
The more flow, the more flow, the more flow.
This bad guy Shuo likes to learn from her, and actually secretly hides the Xuanbingzhu on her.
Why is he so stupid? Why?
By the way, he was a fool.
That's right, it was because he was stupid that she decided to stay by his side.
At first, I felt that he was so fooled, but later I couldn't bear to see him bullied by others, but finally I was moved by his stupid love.
That's why she fell in love with this fool, a fool who can even want his life for her.
"Ningning, Ningning!"
Who is calling her? I was confused in front of me and my mind was blurred. Is it her fool who called her?
"Miss!"
"Sister Ning!"
Who is so many voices?
She was so tired, she didn't want to listen, she wanted to sleep, she wanted to rest, and when she got up, she had nothing left.
When she woke up, she might still be in modern times, without fools or love.
There will be no pain.
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Today I can only have 4,000 words, and Yao'er is continuing to write. There are still 2,000 words later, but it will be after 12 o'clock.