Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

In the next moment, Xiao Yihe's chest was pierced forward fiercely, and the majestic soul power gushed out from the wound like smoke and waterfall.He looked down in disbelief, opened his mouth, and exhaled a big mouthful of soul smoke.

Then he staggered a few steps forward and fell into Xue Xuanwei's embrace.

He felt Xue Xuanwei trembling, and he could distinguish his violent breathing from the noisy wind beside his ears.

Xue Xuan lowered his head and took a look. With such a sword, his soul almost collapsed. He looked at the fluorescent light overflowing around him, and quickly calmed down. He put his palm on Xiao Yihe's heart, and a steady stream of white mist-like things flowed down the cuff, Flowing into his chest, becoming one with him.

Xiao Yihe's face was pale, as if he suddenly understood something, he grabbed Xue Xuanwei's hand and stopped him from moving.

Xue Xuan frowned slightly and reprimanded: "Let go."

Xiao Yihe refused, clutching this hand, biting it resentfully, but he really didn't have much energy, his teeth were already on the flesh, but they just rubbed against the side of his palm lightly, more like he was holding prey and was reluctant to swallow it. down, leaving only a shallow circle of wetness.

Little Liuying still flew out of his soul, Xue Xuan reprimanded him coldly: "You won't be allowed to mess around."

But no matter what he said, Xiao Yihe shook his head stubbornly, not allowing him to continue, as long as he stretched out his hand to his chest, he would inevitably mess with his hands and teeth.

Xue Xuan was silent for a while.

Suddenly, his face was caught.

Most of the weight of Xiao Yihe's waist is held by Xue Xuanwei, so as not to fall to the ground. At this time, he slightly raises his head to meet his gaze... Xue Xuanwei, who looks seventeen or eighteen years old, should be young and immature, but those thick eyes The black eyes hide a deep darkness, which makes people inexplicably terrified.

"If you don't let go, don't blame me for being abrupt."

His mind was a little confused, he didn't want to understand what it meant, he just stared blankly, until a slightly cool lip fell on his lips.

Before he could react, a soft object licked his lips open.

Xiao Yihe froze.

Boom, boom, boom... the heart sounds like thunder.

Xue Xuanwei's palm was still held by him, and he held it even harder.

Xue Xuanwei couldn't help saying that he continued to mend his soul, but the soul power that was supposed to be poured from his heart, instead slipped in from the crack of his lips that he forcibly licked open, like wisps of cool smoke, swam through his body for a while, Follow that wound.

Replenishing the soul means replenishing your soul with your own soul.

That's why Shen Jing said that Xue Xuanwei's soul was damaged, and the damaged part was on him - Xue Xuanwei had replenished his soul before!

His chronic illness, headache, was caused by the emptiness of the soul.And the reason why this chronic illness can be alleviated as soon as he gets close to Xiao Yihe is precisely because a part of the soul in his body originally belonged to Xue Xuanwei!

It is so, it is so...

Xiao Yihe only figured it out when he was shocked by his mouth, his eyes became dizzy, he didn't know where to go, he was so shocked that he couldn't breathe, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Xue Xuanwei hugged him in his arms, pressed him on his shoulders, and familiarly gathered the fluorescent lights of souls scattered around into his sleeves, and locked the cuffs firmly with a small formation.

Then, a gust of hurricane was whipped up, forcing Yu Lingli to rush towards the city gate.

……

Outside the dream, Shenjia Village.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

The two figures were struck like stars, they were hammered towards the courtyard wall of the cottage, smashed into the rammed earth wall, fell heavily to the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood!

In an instant, a flash of white light hit his head, Nan Rongke spit out a mouthful of blood foam, got up on his knees, grabbed the Wuren sword that fell in the ruins, and laid it across in front of him—a tyrannical force pushed him down It took a few inches.

There was severe pain in his knees, his whole body was filthy, his eyes were blue, and he couldn't even stand up at this moment, so he could only bear it with his sword.

He raised his head, eyes startled.

I saw Song Yao's figure was perfect, his hands were shining brightly, and his sword intent was full of vitality--he had no ambiguity in his heart!

He looked at "Song Yao" in front of him, he was stabbed with an arrow in the chest, and his right arm was also removed by him and Chao Wendao, but he was still standing upright like an immortal god of war, and he trembled for no reason .

Nan Rongke didn't even have time to think about why he was able to wield Sect Master Xue's spirit sword, and called out in a hoarse voice: "Song Yao...wake up!"

The villagers next to him were nothing more than making cakes and embroidering flowers at night, but Song Yao was lucky, and at night they had to fight fiercely and dance with swords.

Last night he just stole the spring pond from Chaowendao, which caused the two of them to fight hard for half a night. The two of them tried their best to injure him with great difficulty. After removing the joint of his right arm, he tied it with a fairy rope to stop it. .

It turned out to be even better tonight, he actually summoned "Inn Xin Bu Mo".

A pile of ruins next to him slammed, Chao Wendao turned over the rocks and coughed twice: "...Brother Nan Rong, are you alright?"

Nan Rongke: "Hush! Shh!"

However, Song Yao had already heard it, his face moved slightly, and he turned towards Chao Wendao expressionlessly, his whole body exuded a cold aura that did not belong to the silly boy Song Yao from the inside out.

Seeing the "Cun Xin Bu Mei" held in his left hand again, his heart was even colder and desolate.

The next moment, Song Yaofei jumped up, his sword intent turned, and pointed at Chao Wendao who had just crawled out of the rubble!

Bursting with sword energy and cutting his head away, Nan Rongke was far away, and before he could think about it, he immediately drew his bow, and with a "bang", the bowstring of Wugui, which was already scarred and shattered, broke, and the last golden feathered arrow cluster Fly out.

However, at the same time, a gorgeous peony bloomed on Song Yao's chest, overflowing with pure spiritual light, reflecting him like a god in the next world.

"Damn it!" Nan Rongke cursed in a low voice, it was the protective spell that Sect Master Xue left on him.

It hurt him.

Chao Wendao raised his head dizzily, and saw two flashes of cold light one after the other—then there was a line of blood on the side of his neck, and half of his hair was broken.Turning his head, he saw Nan Rongke's tiger's mouth cracked, his teeth clenched tightly, and the majestic "No Resentment Sword" unexpectedly opened a blunt mouth under this blow.

Cun Xin tilted half an inch, Song Yao remained expressionless, and lowered his head to examine the tip of the sword that had sunk into his body.

Although Nan Rongke deliberately avoided the direction of the vital point, the arrow still struck ferociously and pierced directly into the lungs.

But even if Nan Rongke wanted to go up to check on his injuries, Song Yao still had to be willing to let them get close...

Nan Rongke gritted his teeth, threw down a golden shield, put it in front of him, and then shouted: "Run! This is not ambiguous, how long can my True Yang Barrier not hold back!"

"I..." Chao Wendao leaned on the ground with his sword, barely retreated quickly, retreated to a relatively safe distance, hid behind a wall, and wiped the blood and ashes from his face.Nan Rongke followed immediately, held his breath, and hid together.

The two glanced at each other, how embarrassed they were.

Seeing that his calf was bleeding profusely, Nan Rongke quietly took out the healing pill, poured it out, and there was only the last one left, which was eaten up by the two of them in the past two days.Seeing this, Chao Wendao just said "I don't need to..." before a pill was stuffed into his mouth.

"Don't spit it out, it's disgusting, I don't know how to eat it!" Nan Rongke whispered.

Chao Wendao glared at him angrily, so he had to swallow the elixir, and then secretly glanced back, seeing that Song Yao temporarily lost his target and was still wandering in the distance, he sighed and said, "What's the matter, Junior Brother Song?" ? He knows how to use a left-handed sword, why can he control the suzerain's innocence?"

Nan Rongke leaned his head against the wall and gasped for breath: "How do I know, this kid is like a mad dog at night. It's only the second day! If Zongzhu Xue and the others don't come out, we will be beaten to death by him first." !"

He clutched his belly and asked, "Can you still move?"

Chaowen Dao shook his head angrily.

"I can't move anymore." He looked around, "Why hasn't Uncle Ning come back?"

Chao Wendao looked at the blood seeping from his waist worriedly: "I don't know what happened in the dream. The villagers rioted frequently in the past two days. Sect Master Ning led all the villagers away. Those people can't be beaten or killed. It’s also difficult to control.”

"How hard is it to be as difficult as us?" Nan Rongke's chest hurts as soon as he spoke, "Everyone says Song Yao is a stupid beauty who is ignorant...is this called stupid? Huh?! His swordsmanship is so superb, if you still It's stupid, I'm afraid not all monks in the world are pigs!"

Although Song Yao can be regarded as a disciple of the Taichu Sword Sect, he has been living in Biefeng, and his Taoism and sword names are not outstanding.

If it weren't for his marriage with Nanrong's family, it would be impossible for Chao Wendao to know this name. He is not familiar with Song Yao, so he naturally doesn't know where his sword skills come from.

Looking at the moves, although they are somewhat similar to the Taichu swordsmanship, they are more simple and varied.

Nan Rongke asked: "Cun Xin Bu Mo can be used by anyone?"

Chao Wendao shook his head: "Of course not. Such a famous sword is naturally recognized by the owner."

The two paused: "..."

What is the reason for recognizing the master of the Spirit Sword, but being driven by Song Yao who is rated as a "practice waste"... Could it be that Master Xue spoils him so much? !

Nan Rongke touched the gap made on the Wuyuan Sword, and he didn't know how many spiritual materials and secret treasures it would take to repair it. He felt ashamed for a moment, and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, it's a big deal this time, and I will die with you ...It's not bad."

"...It's unlucky, shut up." Chao Wendao frowned and covered his mouth.

The cottage where they were hiding had collapsed on three walls, only one was still intact, and there was a low wooden bed under the wall.Zongzhu Xue was sitting on the wooden bed with his eyes closed, as if he was just meditating while adjusting his breath. Compared with Song Yao, who was about to violently kill people as soon as night fell, he was so obedient that they were so grateful.

Song Yao was just a body that acted on instinct, unable to think, and didn't see them as far as he could see, so he walked back with a sword in his hand, and wiped the blood on his chest casually.

When he got to the bed, he turned over and climbed up freely, got in front of Xue Xuanwei, wrapped half of his body in blood, and sat in Xue Xuanwei's arms, then honestly hugged his knees, found a comfortable position, and leaned his head against Xue Xuanwei body.

Nan Rongke and both of them gasped.

Chao Wendao breathed a sigh of relief, clasped his hands together, and prayed that he wouldn't wake up all night.

Just after paying homage to the Venerable Sanqing, the Nine Heavens Arhat, the small wall they were hiding against suddenly cracked and shattered with a few clicks.

Chao Wen said: "..."

"Song Yao" who was sitting in Sect Master Xue's arms suddenly opened his eyes, picked up his sword, and the stars rushed towards him——

Nan Rongke scolded his mother, went to grab the Wuren Sword, and even staggered when he got up; and Chao Wendao was not much better, his leg was stabbed by the Spirit Sword, and it would be difficult to heal for a while, and his actions became even worse. Inconvenient.

The sharp sword light has been smashed down, Nan Rongke took it abruptly, the power of the Wuyuan sword has been urged to the maximum, his eyes are cracked, the huge impact of the sword shocks his internal organs, and the corners of his lips are not long after. Spilled with blood.

Chao Wendao had trouble getting up, but he controlled "Chunchi" and wanted to take advantage of his unpreparedness, and attacked him with Nan Rongke on both sides.

Unexpectedly, just as the tip of the Chunchi sword was raised, "Song Yao" sensed it, swung his sleeve violently, and was hit in the chest by Chao Wendao, who flew several feet away and collided with a rammed earth, fell down and choked out a mouthful of blood , and then passed out.

Nan Rongke turned pale with shock: "Chao Wen Dao!"

Is it really going to die here?Or die in Song Yao's hands...

At this moment, he suddenly saw the inspiration of "Cun Xin Bu Mo", and the sword buzzed. Song Yao didn't seem to expect that the sword would suddenly go out of control, and he stared blankly——

In the next moment, his whole body went limp, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell backwards without warning.

Nan Rongke opened his eyes wide, and just as he didn't know what had happened, he saw another figure leaping up from the wooden bed, galloping towards the sky, grabbing Cun Xin Bu Mo with one hand, and at the same time, he took the limp "Song Yao" into his arms. in the arms.

Only then did he realize: "—Sect Master Xue! You are back!"

He still wanted to talk, but he was so injured that he was exhausted, and he was overjoyed all of a sudden, and he threw himself forward, with a heavy thud, like a knock on the head.

Xue Xuanwei healed Xiao Yihe's wounds until the arrow in front of his chest froze to stop the bleeding, then he gradually suppressed the cold murderous intent in his eyes, looked away, and glanced at them, seeing Nan Rongke and the two in a bloody mess, compared to Song Yao More than anything.

Even if he returned to the present world, Xiao Yihe's soul that was about to collapse was ready to spill out. He paused, hugged Xiao Yihe in his arms, pointed at his brow, and tied his turbulent soul tightly into his body.

Nan Rongke raised his forehead and glanced at it, afraid that he would stab himself with a sword in a fit of anger, and said guiltily: "Sect Master Xue, it's actually like this, he..."

Xue Xuanwei turned a deaf ear to it, and detected that the blood of the person in his arms was retrograde, and was being backlashed by the forbidden technique, so he immediately interrupted: "Let Ning Wushuang come within a quarter of an hour."

Nan Rongke: "Huh?"

The tone of the order was as if Ning Wushuang, Sect Master Ning, was his subordinate, who could come and go as he called.

Xue Xuanwei has picked him up.

But Nan Rongke didn't dare to hesitate, pulled out the unconscious Chao Wendao from the ruins, carried him on his back, followed Sect Master Xue into a small courtyard that was still clean, put him down, and immediately turned to look for Ning Wushuang .