Long Junchen felt that surrounded by this fragrance, his body had a warmth and his blood had a warmth. A scent of fragrance spread out. The gloomy and silence pressed on his heart. The gray haze was swept away very happily. It was a pair of hands that were a bit old and exposed to the dry bones. Although it was withered, it was extremely stable. His fingers were slender, and there seemed to be a faint yellow light between his fingers. These hands were so simple that they were facing the sharp edge of the long blade that was moving forward.

The sword comes very quickly, breaking the wind and snow, killing people, and killing Buddhas, and it is hard to be taken by the Buddha. It seems that there is no tomorrow after today. I will be ruthless with my mercy and abandoning my delusions! But those hands move faster, do not use the hidden dragon, patrolling the lake silently, extremely fast, for some reason, these hands steadily blocked the long sword the next moment.

The knife was extremely fierce, the light of the knife was cold, and the blade easily divided the snowflakes around it into two like chopping melons and vegetables. The hands were extremely thin, as if they would break with a slight fold. However, when the hands were gently hung on the tip of the knife, the long sword that had been steadily trembling and drooped down involuntarily, as if a mud cow was swaying into the sea, and was blocked by tens of thousands of pounds of strength. This man, with such a pair of fleshy hands, actually blocked the forward sword momentum!

After the sword was paused, Yi Daoxing also showed an extremely rare surprise on his face. He groaned, the so-called strong man was to have unreserved confidence in his weapons at any time. He ignored the blockage from the tip of the knife, and exerted his hands at the same time, shouted violently, shattering the rag-clothed collar, revealing the strong steel-bone thick arm, and provoking the soul-devouring sword to break the sky!

Faced with this unstoppable blow, the mysterious black shadow suddenly took a half step back, and removed all the majestic sword momentum through the retreating half step. The sword momentum was refracted to the surrounding trees through the man's hand, and then a crackling sound broke out. The trees were shattered by the roots, turning into countless fragments and burst out, hitting the ground with an extremely shrill sound, making a crackling sound!

The intoxicating fragrance floated, and as the hands quietly scented in the air, the bloody smell was covered by the fragrance, and the majestic murderous intent was suppressed by the fragrance. Under the fragrance, a bald head appeared suddenly and inappropriately, in a very unspoken manner. The bald head was dressed in a simple manner, reflecting a glimmer of light from the sky. Although the outfit was not very good, the whole person's breath was very illusory and vast. A pair of barefoots seemed to feel no temperature, and they were randomly inserted into the snow like seedlings.

The bald man did not look back at Long Junchen sitting on the ground, but instead pointed his feet and silently recited a string of mysterious characters. His whole body was like a gust of wind, following the long sword that had just trembled due to excessive force, gently attacking Yi Daoxing on the opposite side.

The perfume is poisonous, and the bald head is a ghost. This breath is definitely not an ordinary fragrance. The bright and rubbed head is definitely not an ordinary bald head. After Yi Daoxing inhaled the inexplicable fragrance, his eyes were a little sluggish, and the gray aura of silence began to shake. Yi Daoxing forced to stop the urge to faint and hurriedly stepped forward. The palm wind was like a knife, but the sword wind could not stop the other party's swaying figure. The big bald head was like a fairy floating in the wine, drunkenly avoiding the sword wind, and fell to the ground as if he was strolling in the garden.

After a while, the slightly thin palms gently slapped the handle of the knife, with a scent of fragrance, and a yellow light was fainted. The handle of the knife was slapped directly to the ground cleanly. The bald head hit him without stopping, but instead flipped his right hand, and two true energy pierced out quickly along the bald head's fingers. The target was the palm that Yi Daoxing slapped out in a hurry!

Yi Daoxing looked at the other party's strange attack, feeling the breath that was not as stable as before, and smelled an extremely dangerous smell from the two true qi. He hurriedly screamed, not daring to fight with these two auras head-on. He retreated like a big bird. The bald man looked at Yi Daoxing's figure fleeing in a hurry, but did not pursue it. Instead, he stopped and slapped off the snowflakes above his head with his hands, and his barefoots walked through the wind and snow casually.

At this time, Yi Daoxing seemed to have finally come back from the fragrance. Looking at the bald head opposite, he finally recognized his identity. A hint of crampage surged on his face and shouted sternly: "Zu Xiang!?! Why are you here? You..."

"You know my name, why don't you leave quickly. Although your knife is very powerful, it's probably not that easy to kill this kid in front of me, just with your current state." Zu Xiang pretended to wipe the hair without a bald head, then turned to smile at the extremely weak Long Junchen behind him, and said cheerfully: "Boy, you saved me before, I owe you a life. Today, we will clear up."

Long Junchen ignored Zu Xiang. It was not that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't. He almost lost consciousness all over his body. Only those blood holes kept emitting blood outside to prove that he was not dead. His face muscles were tight. I don't know if it was frozen or the blood loss was too much. He cursed in his heart, "You bald, can you give me some magic medicine to save me first? You are so happy there, I may have lost too much blood and died in a while! My god, I saved you last time, but I didn't let you suffer so much!

"Zu Xiang, why do you want to interfere in our affairs? This has nothing to do with you!" Yi Daoxing looked at Zu Xiang coldly, and there seemed to be a continuous cloud of yin fire in his eyes. Under the yin fire, he was confused and a hint of retreat.

Zu Xiang frowned slightly, looked at the broken branches, smelled the pungent blood, and looked at the half-dead Long Junchen, took a step forward, and said softly in a sharp and sharp voice that was very inconsistent with his body, "I have to protect this person, so, you go, I can't kill you, but you can't pass my level! There is no need to make things difficult for yourself."

Yi Daoxing clenched his fists gently, and the gray breath climbed up to his eyes. His eyes became dark, as if they were covered with a shallow haze. Zu Xiang took a deep breath and was sure that Yi Daoxing would not suddenly attack. He took a break from his busy schedule and threw several pills to Long Junchen, saying with a little pain: "This is all made of three-headed snake skin in the swamp, which has a good bleeding-resistance effect. You eat it soon, don't let me watch it, I feel distressed!".
Chapter completed!