The master of metaphysics is trying to break up again

Farewell is most suitable for one-to-many. It can increase a person's strength several times. Lin Xuekuang's main formation consumes blood, mana, and physical strength. If others break the formation, they will be entangled in books , and became a sacrifice of the magic circle.

As the name suggests, whoever can't hold on will die at any time, which can indeed be said to be a big gamble.

After the battle started, He Xuan was the most idle person present.

Only then did he gradually sort out the whole thing in his mind.

Therefore, Lin Xuekuang knew that there was a parting formation here, and when he first discovered the danger, he had already planned this retreat, so he drove, crashed, kicked himself off, and jumped out of the car to fight back. Do not hesitate.

Even vomiting blood and being held down by someone's neck on the car was a deliberate show of weakness in order to trick everyone into joining the battle.

After He Xuan figured it out, some inexplicable feelings came to her heart.

Men have a yearning for bravery and adventure in their bones. Every step Lin Xuekuang takes falls into his calculations, which is very exciting, but may fail or die at any time.

So no matter what price you pay, must you achieve your goal?

The content of Zhao Heng's text message flashed in front of his eyes. Although he hadn't figured out Lin Xuekuang's position until now, and the other party seemed strong enough, at this moment, He Xuan suddenly wanted to participate in this battle.

He made probably the most risky move in his life, picked up an unknown sword from the ground, passed through the crowd, and ran to Lin Xuekuang.

"I'll help you!" He Xuan said loudly, "I, what can I do?"

Lin Xuekuang glanced at him and said, "Stretch out your hand."

He Xuan stretched out his hand, and Lin Xuekuang slapped a red talisman in his palm. There was no writing on the talisman paper, only a black ghost head.

After touching the skin, the talisman paper melted, and the texture of the ghost head remained in the palm of the hand.

"what is this?"

Lin Xuekuang's face looked extremely pale, he pressed his ribs calmly, let go of his hand without anyone noticing, and replied to He Xuan: "Ghost Calling Talisman, with it, all evil spirits They will run after you, and the effect can last for seven or eight hours."

He Xuan: "..."

He Xuan: "No, I don't think I have this ability..."

"I'll cover you, run out now, recruit more ghosts, and make sure you don't get torn apart. Once the evil ghosts gather, Xie Wenyuan will find out."

Lin Xuekuang didn't intend to listen to He Xuan's words at all, and looked at the changing magic circle and said, "Don't you want to prove yourself? The opportunity has come. No matter what your judgment of good and evil is in your heart, at least now, you Can't do it, everyone is dead. So go."

He Xuan was shocked when he heard Lin Xuekuang's words, his eyes widened.

—he knew it.

Lin Xuekuang said impatiently, "Don't dare to let it go."

He Xuan gritted his teeth and asked, "Will Consultant Xie come?"

This time Lin Xuekuang's answer was very short: "Yes."

Following the word "meeting", the Inga in his hand changed again. In an instant, all the writings in the formation suddenly exploded in all directions, and then burst into clusters of black smoke in the air, like a black and white silent blooming. fireworks.

The magic circle rotated rapidly, and the whole world seemed to turn into a mass of distorted color blocks, making people dizzy. He Xuan took the opportunity to jump out of the magic circle, and when he looked back, two white shadows rushed towards him almost immediately. come up.

Now he didn't even care about being afraid, and ran wildly.

At this time, it was completely dark, and it became more troublesome to find someone. Wu Fang and the others were keeping people behind along the way, making it even more difficult to distinguish the various traces left by the two sides.

Everyone was looking for someone while driving along the road, but it was Huihui who found a few messy tire tracks on the slope below the expressway.

Xie Wenyuan got out of the car and walked along the trail, imagining the scene when Lin Xuekuang drove down the road.

This was a very dangerous move. If the situation at that time had not been critical to a certain extent, Lin Xuekuang would never have adopted this method.

But if he continued to move forward, those tire marks disappeared again. Xie Wenyuan felt as if a fire was burning in his heart, anxious and painful, his face was gloomy, and he just walked forward without saying a word.

He finally found some fallen branches and leaves among several trees. Xie Wenyuan picked up a branch, looked at the section, and found that it was freshly broken, and a half of the seal of Miao Gu was found under a tree.

What the hell are these people trying to do!

He was so anxious that he could barely hold back his temper, turned his head and said, "Both directions are possible, let's look separately."

Hearing Xie Wenyuan's words, Zhao Heng quickly walked over and said, "I know. But it's easy to miss the traces on the road when driving, so you can only look for them while walking. The speed is too slow. Consultant Xie..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Xie Wenyuan suddenly raised his hand, and punched a nearby tree trunk.

The thick and thick tree that was hugged by a person was shaken by his blow. Xie Wenyuan was still holding the branch in his hand. Zhao Heng watched the blood flow out from between his fingers, thinking, this doesn't hurt. ?

They didn't know what the relationship between Xie Wenyuan and Lin Xuekuang was, they just felt that the relationship between the two was very delicate, it seemed that the relationship between them was very stiff, and they seemed to be very familiar with each other.

Lin Xuekuang was introduced by Xie Wenyuan, but he didn't seem to like talking to Xie Wenyuan very much.

However, Xie Wenyuan's anxiety this time allowed them to see how much he cared about Lin Xuekuang.

Xie Wenyuan felt that his heart was twisting, took a deep breath, but spoke in a calm tone: "Troubleshoot. Just let everyone drive to look for it. The people under my hands will search for traces in all directions along the road. It won't take long. people will be found.”

He murmured again as if making a promise to someone: "Don't be afraid, it will definitely be soon."

Talents in metaphysics are scarce these days, and they are very precious. It is rare that Master Lin is capable and willing to help them. Zhao Heng is naturally very anxious when something happens to him, and now he is infected by Xie Wenyuan's emotions. After agreeing, he turned around and ran to mobilize people. .

Looking at this posture, if no one can be found, Consultant Xie will go crazy.

But just after he ran out two steps, Xie Wenyuan suddenly said: "What is it?"

Zhao Heng turned around: "Huh?"

Xie Wenyuan focused on distinguishing for a moment, and said: "It's a group of ghosts, at least there are dozens of them."

Zhao Heng: "Huh?!"

It's really a wave of ups and downs, this is too scary, right? ! ! !

He hurriedly said: "Consultant Xie, from what direction did you say that the group of ghosts came? Will they pass by here? I will send the news back immediately and mobilize people to deal with this matter!"

Xie Wenyuan said: "No need."

He thought of something, and he spoke quickly: "This is not a time for strong yin energy, and it is impossible for ghosts to gather for no reason—this must be a signal from Xiaoxue."

He rushed to the side of the car while talking, and quickly started the car: "I'll go over and have a look first."

"No, thank you, consultant..."

Before Zhao Heng had time to ask any more questions, Xie Wenyuan had already kicked the accelerator and left in the dust.

The others couldn't keep up with his speed, only Huihui quickly floated to the roof of the car, stood on it, and looked nervously at the vast night ahead.

The ghost aura fluctuates from far and near, and seems to be running around in circles. Fortunately, Xie Wenyuan has a special bloodline, which has a very strong ability to control ghosts, and his senses are very sensitive. After turning around a few times, Hui Hui suddenly said: "Spirit Lord, I saw it, it was by the river ahead!"

Xie Wenyuan drove the car up the embankment, and saw He Xuan being chased by a group of ghosts at a glance. He drove straight into the group of ghosts, and pressed the control button to unlock the car door.

Seeing someone intruding again, the gang of evil spirits were about to surround them, but before touching Xie Wenyuan's car, they felt as if they were being burned by flames, and hurriedly backed away.

When the two passed by He Xuan, Huihui jumped into the back seat from the roof of the car, pushed open the door, and grabbed his collar by the back.

She looked petite, but she was extremely strong. With all her strength, she actually dragged a grown man like He Xuan into the car.

Without giving He Xuan a chance to catch his breath, both Xie Wenyuan and Huihui immediately asked, "Where's Lin Xuekuang?"

"He was...surrounded by people." He Xuan said out of breath, "Turn right, yes, drive straight. Do you see the woods ahead? Go in first, and I'll take you guys Find it, hurry up!"

Xie Wenyuan's chest kept rising and falling. He accidentally saw his hand holding the steering wheel, and then realized that his whole body was shaking slightly.

"You know how to use parting spirit, so you must be familiar with Tang Lin, right?"

Time passed by, and most of the people in the magic circle had collapsed because they couldn't support themselves, but there were also those who insisted on holding on, such as Wu Fang.

If blood energy is consumed too much, people will feel slightly dizzy. Lin Xuekuang was in a trance, and suddenly heard the other party's voice sounding behind him.

Lin Xuekuang held the tree trunk beside him with one hand, and swung his body flexibly to avoid the black whip that appeared in the night.

He said coldly, "Whether I know Tang Rin or not, it's none of your business?"

There was a strange light in Wu Fang's eyes, he didn't care about Lin Xuekuang's attitude, and continued his words:

"Tang Rin's father is a traitor who betrayed his sect, and Tang Rin's position was won by killing his father, so his trust is very stingy and precious. All along, only one person is qualified to be by his side at all times. Listen Said... Even places like the bedroom can come and go at will."

While the two were talking, they were stepping on the gossip direction, turning left and right in the magic circle.

The longer the time, the greater the consumption of Lin Xuekuang's control power. Just now, Wu Fang has been using the cover of other people to preserve his strength, and at the same time silently observed the operation of the parting ghost. The attack from the initial temptation became more and more The more handy.

I don't know if it's because of some special hobbies, but he likes to slap people in the face very much. He avoided being surrounded by a line of words, and suddenly turned the whip, carrying a fierce wind, and slammed towards Lin Xuekuang's face. .

Lin Xuekuang tilted his head, raised his hand to catch the whip, wrapped it around his palm twice, pulled it hard, jumped up sideways, and kicked Wu Fang's shoulders in a row.

Wu Fang wanted to dodge his attack, so he could only let go of the whip, but at the same time Lin Xuekuang snatched the weapon away, he also made a clever move, and the steel handle of the whip smashed back, hitting Lin Xue with a muffled sound. Kuang forearm.

The two of them took two steps back and looked at each other warily, but their expressions were calm.

Only then did Lin Xuekuang speak, and continued the topic just now: "Do you know how I feel when I hear you say this?"

Wu Fang casually picked up a sword from the side, and replied, "I'm really curious."

Lin Xuekuang said calmly: "You look like a third-rate tabloid reporter, gossip and cock. If this is your tactic to fight for chaos, then my evaluation is—too low."

Wu Fang's expression changed, and he seemed to curse silently, then he sneered and said, "Really?"

He flicked the blade of the sword in his hand casually, and cut a deep crack on the ground with a "swipe", temporarily cutting off the flow of Farewell Sha's mana, and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of Lin Xuekuang at an almost impossible speed.

"Why are you swearing suddenly? Are you angry or anxious?"

With a short knife in one hand and a long whip in the other, Lin Xuekuang swiped sideways like flowing clouds and flowing water. The blade caught the edge of the sword, and the long whip swept away. The coordination of both hands was perfect.

Wu Fang said: "I heard that the person next to Tang Lin is code-named 'Evil Spirit'. Few people have seen him. Some say he is a woman, some say he is a beautiful boy, and some say he is a man with scars all over his face. A thin, middle-aged man. He disappeared the day Reef was taken away by the metaphysics community. But I have been looking for him..."

Following his words, the fire that turned half of the sky red once again rose from the depths of his memory, and the flames burned everything to ashes, the countless nights of suppressing hatred, the calculations and sincerity under the repeated toasting , that little bear who can only sing, that period of childhood that was completely subverted...

The evil of parting, the sadness of parting, was born from the heart, Lin Xuekuang was in a state of confusion, and the whole formation suddenly disappeared. At this moment, years of fighting instinct made him suddenly wake up, and he knelt on one knee, while only listening to the wind behind him. There was a sound, and a talisman flew past his head.

Lin Xuekuang's eyes sharpened, and he grabbed the arm of the attacker behind him with his backhand.

He swept his leg and kicked the opponent's ankle, and at the same time, he stopped with both hands, and the attacker immediately stretched forward. Lin Xuekuang used this force, using his knee as the axis, to spin the opponent with all his strength, and threw him towards Wu Fang.

Wu Fang didn't pick it up, and dodged it. The man hit the tree and was half dead. Wu Fang rushed forward, grabbed Lin Xuekuang's wrist, and took two steps forward, pushing him on the ground. From the tree behind him, he whispered in his ear: "Do you know 'Evil Spirit'?"

Wu Fang was half a head taller than Lin Xuekuang. Lin Xuekuang slightly raised his face to look at him, his eyes were clear and cold, and there was a faint smile that seemed tired and mocking at the corner of his mouth, looking at ease.

He said, "Evil Spirit, isn't that for funerals? I heard that if you see it, you will die."

Wu Fang slowly tightened his grip on his fingers, and the target moved over Lin Xuekuang's face, as if trying to find something: "We Taoists don't believe in evil."

"Really?" Lin Xuekuang smiled, "Turn back."

The magic circle opened with a bang, and Wu Fang also sensed that something was wrong, and was about to say something when, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a silver light sweeping from bottom to top.

He turned pale with fright, and suddenly turned his head back, half of the thin sharp blade scraped across the tip of his nose, and then, a gun sank to his chest.

——Lin Xuekuang actually kept one hand!

This gun was the one he had picked up from the ground before. Lin Xuekuang was useless at the time, so he would suddenly take it out.This person's tricks are endless, true and false, as if he will never reach a desperate situation, it is simply impossible to guard against.

Wu Fang froze slightly, and was about to fight back, when suddenly he was kicked heavily on the side of the waist!

This kick obviously came with incomparable rage, Wu Fang didn't even have time to dodge, the whole person flew far away, smashing a deep hole in the ground.

Even when Lin Xuekuang attacked, he was ruthless, but he was not so rude.Wu Fang fell to the ground and raised his head suddenly.

He saw Lin Xuekuang casually picked up the gun, pointed at his temple and pulled the trigger, then shrugged his shoulders with a smile.

There was no bullet in the gun at all!

It was the first time Wu Fang had suffered such a big loss. He was so angry that he jumped up with his hands on the ground, but at the same time, a figure flashed in front of him, twisted his collar, and punched him head-on with the sound of wind.

"Xie Wenyuan!"

Wu Fang held the opponent's fist, feeling his arms were numb, and blurted out with a sullen expression, "You are Xie Wenyuan."

Lin Xuekuang let out a sigh of relief, stretched the wrist that was clenched red by Wu Fang, and stood up straight from the big tree leaning against him behind him. His slender fingers knotted a few Inga quietly, and the remnants of the surrounding formation disappeared without a sound. No trace left.

Xie Wenyuan's face was terribly frightening, without saying a word, he grabbed Wu Fang's arm in the posture of Wu Fang supporting him, swung his hands sideways, directly threw the other party's whole body up, and smashed it to the ground violently.

Wu Fang rolled on the ground, picked up a sword from the ground, just picked it up, Xie Wenyuan had already grabbed his right elbow.

The long sword twirled deftly, and cut Xie Wenyuan's side ribs to the position of the back with a long bloody mouth, but Xie Wenyuan didn't care at all, he firmly restrained Wu Fang, and punched him in the face Smash it.

Wu Fang was beaten so hard that he turned his head away, his nose bleeding.

"You fucking..."

He uttered a rare swear word, raised his foot and hooked Xie Wenyuan's calf and exerted a sudden force. Xie Wenyuan didn't let go of Wu Fang when he staggered down, but twisted his arm hard, and the two fell to the ground.

Wu Fang's sword fell out, Xie Wenyuan pressed his knee on his lower abdomen, turned over, Wu Fang took advantage of the situation and hit his chest with two punches, and pushed Xie Wenyuan away, Xie Wenyuan rolled on the ground and jumped Getting up, Fat lunged fiercely, grabbed Wu Fang by the throat, and smashed his head hard on the ground.

If it was just about fighting, Xie Wenyuan and Lin Xuekuang could fight for three days and three nights without being able to tell the difference. Wu Fang can deal with Lin Xuekuang for so long, even if he has many accomplices, his strength should not be underestimated.

But he consumed a lot of physical strength in the parting spirit, and he didn't have Xie Wenyuan's desperate energy, so he was always at a disadvantage.

"Who told you to strangle him?" Xie Wenyuan grimaced, squeezing out every word, "Damn it."

He was full of hostility, his lips were tightly pursed, his face was extremely cold, and his eyes seemed to be burning with monstrous anger, making people feel cold even if they took a second look.

At this moment, Wu Fang suddenly realized that every battle was different. Xie Wenyuan didn't want to fight, didn't want to fight, and didn't even want to win. He just used the most brutal way to retaliate against himself.

"As for what? Lin Xuekuang is not fucking dead!" This question flashed across his mind.

The Wu side really didn't understand them very well.

Once when Lin Xuekuang was in high school, on the way back to the classroom, a boy who filled a pot of boiling water recklessly ran away from him. As a result, the thermos pot exploded, and the boiling water scalded half of Lin Xuekuang's legs and one foot .

Everyone was terrified at that time, and they were all relieved when they heard Lin Xuekuang say that it was scalding when he fetched water by himself. The reckless student who accidentally broke the pot was really grateful. No one dared to tell Xie Wenyuan the real situation.

Because everyone knew very well that Xie Wenyuan would not let go of anyone who made Lin Xuekuang hurt or sad.

If Wu Fang strangled Lin Xuekuang's neck with a sense of conquest and showing off, then Xie Wenyuan really wanted to kill him.