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This fierce battle consumed too much energy, Zhong Yi almost collapsed, but she hugged the person in her arms tightly and refused to let go, gently pressing the corners of his lips with her lips, after a long time, she gathered some strength and stood up straight Come.

Supporting Le Wuyou to sit in front of him, Zhong Yi sat cross-legged, with his hands resting on his back, and healed their wounds with luck and internal strength.

The ever-burning lamp on the stone wall was blazing, and the flickering light of the fire reflected on his face, illuminating the beads of sweat gradually oozing from his forehead.

With the continuous input of internal force, Zhong Yi couldn't help showing a surprised expression.

Le Wuyou's internal breath is chaotic and disorganized, but his internal energy is very abundant, it can even be called surging. A large amount of internal energy rushes along the fragile meridians, like a torrent rushing in a narrow river channel. A sign of chaos and obsession.

There should never be such a surge of internal energy in his body, Zhong Yi's brows were tightly furrowed, what's more, there was a trace of vicissitudes in this internal energy, which was clearly Xianming Mountain City's formula of calmness.

Zhong Yi concentrates and calms down, his internal force is like a trickle, he carefully brings up the chaotic internal force in his body, swims along the meridians of his body, and slowly warms up like a delicate hot spring.

I don't know how long it took, the frantic inner breath in Le Wuyou's body gradually quieted down, Zhong Yi let out a breath of relief, let go of his hand, turned his head abruptly, and spat out a mouthful of thick blood.

The internal force in Le Wuyou's body was too fierce, and the internal force consumed to comfort it was no less than that of the fierce battle just now. Zhong Yi wiped away the blood on the corner of his lips, shook his head and gave a wry smile.

He hugged Le Wuyou's thin body from behind, buried his face in the back of his neck, rubbed his hands twice, and murmured: "Ah You, I have lost everything, please don't leave me too... "

"Don't worry," Le Wuyou's weak voice sounded, "The little beauty is so handsome, how can I be willing to leave... Cough cough cough..."

Zhong Yi's eyes widened, and he turned him around, and saw Le Wuyou slowly opened his eyes, their eyes were scarlet, but they clearly reflected his own figure.

Le Wuyou's lips and eyes still had bloodstains from just now, which made his pale cheeks look charming under the flickering lights, and his pair of scissored pupils looked like the sea of ​​stars, Zhong Yi couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

"Oh, I'm still dripping with golden beans." Le Wuyou raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of Zhong Yi's eyes, and said with a hoarse laugh, "It's a great fortune to see such a fragile side of Hall Master Zhong."

"If Ayou likes to watch it," Zhong Yi shyly put forward a very speechless suggestion, "I will cry for you every day from now on, how about it?"

Le Wuyou pushed his smiling face aside: "You better keep your mouth shut."

The two flirted with each other for a long time, Le Wuyou rubbed his temples, and said with some annoyance: "Just now...how did those ten generals break down?"

Zhong Yi was surprised: "Don't you remember?"

"My mind is in chaos," Le Wuyou murmured, "It's still buzzing inside, as if there are a hundred of you chattering."

"..." For the first time, Zhong Yi felt that he didn't know what to say.

"I remember that the equestrian stone statue was very powerful. He swung his sword, and the coercion made me hallucinate."

"That stone statue should be Xia Yu, and that sword is Xuanyuan Xiayu Sword, the legendary sword of the holy way. It stands to reason that Xuanyuan Xiayu Sword represents wisdom and benevolence, and there should be no evil spirits. As a result."

Recalling the scene he saw in the illusion, Le Wuyou felt a piercing pain in his head, gritted his teeth to survive the wave of pain, and looked at Zhong Yi: "Are you hallucinating too?"

"En." Zhong Yi nodded.

Le Wuyou looked at him suspiciously: "What did you see in the illusion?"

Zhong Yi suddenly laughed, lowered his head a little shyly, secretly looked at him with wet eyes, and murmured: "I saw dragon and phoenix red candles, and Ah You was wearing a phoenix crown and a robe, as beautiful as walking out of a painting... "

"You can shut up now," Le Wuyou interrupted him expressionlessly, thinking you're taking me for a fucking fool?

Zhong Yi's shy expression was wiped away, and he laughed loudly. After laughing for a long time, he restrained his expression and said, "What did you experience in the illusion? Why did your internal energy suddenly surge like a stormy sea?"

Le Wuyou shook his head: "I don't know, Xuanyuan Xia Yujian's sword energy hit my forehead, but I didn't die, I just felt a little headache, and then there was continuous internal force gushing out, and the meridians could hardly bear it. .”

"Headache?" Zhong Yi frowned, stretched out his hands, inserted them into his hair and slowly pressed his scalp.

Le Wuyou was startled: "What are you doing?"

"what's your name?"

"You touch my head, can I stop calling?" Le Wuyou stretched out his hand to push him, "Go and go, men and women can't kiss each other."

"Don't make trouble." Zhong Yi was pushed away by him, and the moment his fingers left his scalp, he suddenly felt a little abnormal, "Hey, don't run away, I will touch again."

"A man's head cannot be touched casually." Le Wuyou muttered unhappily, but still obediently sent the head to his hands.

Zhong Yi pressed a few times, as if he touched a small protrusion with his fingertips, he couldn't help but gasp, but when he touched it a little harder, Le Wuyou shuddered all over.

"pain?"

Le Wuyou's face was pale, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead: "Yes...a little bit."

"It's a little bit? It's obviously painful enough to pass out," Zhong Yi didn't dare to touch it again, and his heart sank little by little.

Le Wuyou trembling lips, asked worriedly: "What's wrong with my head?"

"Based on my many years of experience," Zhong Yi said solemnly, "Your head is a bit flat, probably caused by lying on your back for too long when you were young."

"...Master Zhong," Le Wuyou paused, and said roughly, "Do you think I can't beat you?"

"Haha...haha, don't fight and kill if you don't agree with each other, people who practice martial arts should also be reasonable." Zhong Yi laughed dryly.

"Who is unreasonable?" Le Wuyou depressedly raised her hand to touch the top of her head, "What's wrong with my head, it hurts badly when I touch it."

"Don't move," Zhong Yi grabbed his hand and wrote lightly, "You have a small scar on your head, which seems to be injured by Xuanyuan Xia Yujian's sword energy, when we go out, I'll take you to a doctor. "

"Really?" Le Wuyou was dubious, raised his other hand and touched it.

"Oh, please don't touch it." Zhong Yi grabbed the other hand angrily.

The two held each other's hands, and stared at each other for a long time, Le Wuyou suddenly laughed: "Okay, okay, if you don't touch it, don't touch it, it's really hard to serve."

After speaking, he took his fingers out of his palm and dragged his tired body to the center of the stone room. Ten famous swords were inserted in disorder among the rocks and gravel.

Le Wuyou raised his hands, bowed solemnly to the dusty famous sword, walked over the ten swords, and there were two simple stone gates on the towering stone wall.

The two stretched out their hands, and each of them pushed a stone door with force.

Shimen didn't move.

"It should be organic," Zhong Yi said, touching the door inch by inch with his fingers, and the accumulated dust fell down under the vibration, revealing nine grooves of various shapes.

"So that's how it is, I understand." Le Wuyou walked back to the pile of rocks, picked up Xuanyuan Xia Yu Sword, and inserted it into the groove in the bottom row of the Jiugongge.

Zhong Yi handed Zhanlu Sword over, Le Wuyou took it, and placed it in the leftmost groove on the first row.

"The Book of Heluo?" Zhong Yi asked.

"That's right," Le Wuyou said, "Xuanyuan Xia Yu Sword ranks first among the top ten famous swords. Four... This stone gate implies the book of Heluo, Tianyi, Earth II, Heaven III, Earth IV..."

While talking, the two put all nine famous swords into the grooves.

Zhong Yi was stunned: "Isn't it the top ten famous swords? Where's Chengying?"

"The Chengying Sword has a shadow but is invisible."

The two looked at each other, and each of them opened the stone door and pushed it down again.

With a dull bang, the heavy stone door slowly opened, and the raised dust blocked the view.

Le Wuyou raised her sleeves to cover her mouth and nose, looked up, her eyes widened suddenly.

——In the brightly lit sword pavilion, a man in white stood with a sword in his back, with white hair and a silver crown, and a feathered crane cloak.

This person's brows and eyes are sparse, indifferent and ruthless, like a pool of cold water, and the vicissitudes of the world seem to have never left traces on the surface of the water.

However, a red mole between the eyebrows is like a drop of flower on the surface of the water, causing ripples in the cold water.

Zhong Yi called out: "Sword Master Punishing Evil?"

Xie Qingwei looked past him, landed on Le Wuyou's face, and said coldly: "How dare you trespass on the Jiange?"

"Those who dare or dare not, have already broken in," Le Wuyou lazily hugged Zhihuang, but suddenly changed the topic, "Why are you so white?"

Xie Qingwei didn't answer, but looked at them indifferently, raised his hand, and slowly pulled out the evil sword. The black sword body seemed to be drenched in blood, with a bloody luster, and the sword groaned slightly in Xie Qingwei's hand, as if a ghost was crying. sound.

Le Wuyou stared fixedly at the long sword, hooked the corners of his lips stiffly, pulled out an ugly smile, and said mockingly: "Listen to the cries on the sword, A Wei, can you tell which one is the cry? Is it Kaiyang?"

As soon as the words were finished, there was a loud noise from behind, and Le Wuyou turned around abruptly, only to see the cave that was blocked by Zhong Yi with a boulder burst open.

After the overwhelming dust, a hunchbacked ghost wearing a gray shroud slowly came out, a piece of the mask was broken, revealing a handsome pale left face, the broken claws of one hand were broken, and the other hand dragged the dark The soul-snatching hook and the iron chain dragged on the ground, making a tinkling sound.