Zhuxian Ertianhuo

There was silence again.

They stared blankly at each other.Including that naughty little gray.

Xu Huaidao held the mirror and remained motionless, like a stunned girl who was about to arrange her appearance comically.

It's just that no one laughed at him, and no one noticed him.

People's eyes were only on the young man in front of the door, holding a pale bone sword in his hand.

The same goes for Yan Xiaoan.

Only Tang Yunduo couldn't help but quietly took a bite of the meat.

"Zong Jing...Brother?..."

Unbelievable, Zhang Xiaoding called softly.

Wang Zongjing opened his mouth lightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But a figure flashed to his side first, and exclaimed: "There is someone here!"

"Ximen Yingrui!" Wang Zongjing suddenly angrily reprimanded, his thick eyebrows raised.

"What are you going to do?" Ximen Yingrui took a step back and looked at Wang Zongjing vigilantly. At the same time, two more people appeared, one tall and the other slender.

"Xiao Wang..." The burly figure called softly, but suddenly fell silent again.

The slender figure swayed and looked into the room.

It was Xu Menghong, in a red dress and white gauze, which hung obliquely, covering her left eye and her entire face.

They didn't find Mingyanhua. They searched almost all over the underground palace, but they were still unwilling to give up. They decided to search every corner, the second floor, the third floor, even the vast caves that weren't even considered underground palaces, but unfortunately there were none.Not only are there no flowers, but there are also nothing.

Desperately wanting to make one last effort, they went back to the first floor where treasures were even more unlikely, so they were surprised to see this scene.

No one moved in the stone chamber because no one knew who they were.

No, it seems that someone knows who he is, in Zhang Xiaoding's astonished and excited eyes, Su Xiaoling told others that they knew him!

Yan Xiaoan also knew him, he was the one who saved his life.So Yan Xiaoan looked at Su Xiaoling, but in Su Xiaoling's sparkling eyes, all that was reflected was that pale face.

Yan Xiaoan was puzzled, and looked at the young man again,

"You know each other?" A cold, hoarse, piercing voice asked Yan Xiaoan what was in his heart.

It's just that her voice was really uncomfortable, as cold as ice, stern as if she was asking questions, and there was a hint of murderousness between the frustrations.

Yan Xiaoan's heart suddenly moved, and a small hand was retracted into his sleeve.

And her only exposed eye quickly swept across the crowd, and finally fell on Su Xiaoling like frost.

"I've seen it before." Wang Zongjing lowered his eyes and quietly avoided Zhang Xiaoding and Su Xiaoling's gaze.

"Then go and kill her!" Like a thunderbolt passing by.

Wang Zongjing's body suddenly shook.

At the same time, everyone in the stone room was shocked, and a cold murderous aura rose up, filling the entire space.

"Pfft." The fireball at the bottom of the pot exploded lightly and extinguished, and the whole stone room was suddenly darkened. In front of him, there was a cold eye and two long and trembling lights.

Xu Huaidao is holding the bronze mirror tightly with his left hand, but his right hand has already been lifted.

After a long silence, Wang Zongjing suddenly took a step as if he heard a deep breath.

The moment it fell, there was a slight sound, and someone seemed to tremble in the stone room.

"Okay! Kill that man first." A cold and clear voice.

Shimen was not big at first, and suddenly he heard a sneer, Ximen Yingrui walked away.Immediately afterwards, a beautiful young girl appeared in people's sight.

Qi Xiaoxuan couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

The identity is known, the enemy and the enemy are clear!

But the stone chamber was besieged.

Xu Menghong in red immediately made way for her. The girl stood at the door with a smile on her face, but the depths of her eyes were as cold as spring ice, which would never melt in ten thousand years.

Knowing that a catastrophe was imminent, Yan Xiaoan quietly glanced at Zhang Xiaoding who had just woken up, but he was still astonished and unbelievably stunned.

After hearing the order, Wang Zongjing paused, and slowly looked at all the people in the stone room. Everyone in the stone room seemed to be stunned, neither speaking, nor jumping up and drawing their swords to face each other.

Wang Zongjing looked at them one by one. Among the three men, the one closest to him was sitting opposite Su Xiaoling.

"Kill him quickly!" she urged.

Wang Zongjing didn't look back, maybe he didn't want to look back at all, and there was no way to turn back.

He also didn't want to make any movements, because every step he took seemed to be carrying a huge mountain, and he lifted it slowly and fell slowly.

So, as if on purpose, he approached Yan Xiaoan, slowly raised his right hand, and the pale bone sword radiated a sword light, but it was even paler.

"Your name is Wang Zongjing?" the boy in front of him suddenly asked.

Wang Zongjing was startled suddenly, his tall and strong body seemed to tremble invisibly, and he took another steady step.

All of this has not escaped Yan Xiaoan's eyes, including the protruding masseter muscles next to his buccal acupoints. Yan Xiaoan continued: "From Longhu, Youzhou?"

"You are a disciple of an aristocratic family who participated in the Qingyun Examination ten years ago." Yan Xiaoan no longer asked, and turned into a calm statement.

"You are from Wang's family, and you only have one older sister named Wang Xiyu."

"She was the only one who protected you since childhood."

He could have killed someone with a flying sword, but he came step by step, no one questioned him, Yan Xiaoan was the only voice around, but he seemed to have fallen into a strange silence.

Xu Huaidao quietly changed his color, looked at Wang Zongjing again, his eyes flickered as if he was recalling, but at some point, a small light blue paper talisman was already clamped in his vacant right hand.

"You have a good friend named Nanshan."

"It just so happens that I come from Qilidong of the five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang. I passed by Wangjiabao. Nanshan asked me to bring you a letter."

Yan Xiaoan still stared at Wang Zongjing, and naturally stretched his hand into his bosom.

"Huh?" Wang Zongjing frowned, and his sword glowed like flames, fluctuating for a while.

"Kill him first!" The cold girl sternly shouted.

Wang Zongjing was also stunned, as if he didn't hear anything.

Yan Xiaoan was unmoved, did not look at the fairy-like girl, and said quietly: "Don't be afraid, it's really a letter, if you really don't believe it, I still have a token here."

Saying that, Yan Xiaoan withdrew his hand, gently took off the golden bell around his waist, and the two looked into each other's eyes, "This is it, but there is a piece of cotton in it, I will take it out."

Gently, a ball of cotton was pulled out.

A golden bell, nothing special.

Wang Zongjing frowned.

"I'll let you kill him!" The girl yelled again, even more angry in her coldness.

But was ignored again.

Suddenly, the pupils of the eyes facing each other in the air shrank suddenly.

"Ding!" In an instant, the entire stone room overflowed with golden light, like water ripples and waves, long and clear.Gently turn it, and the clear and crisp bell sound is like ringing in the heart, and the sound is rippling, endless.

Everyone was stunned, time seemed to stop at that moment, just for a moment, everyone looked in a trance, like falling into a dream, and their bodies were like floating boats.

Yan Xiaoan's cheeks were unusually flushed, and he poked Xu Huaidao who was not far away, Xu Huaidao woke up immediately, his right hand shook, and a blue light came out, but it was not at the enemy, but at the corner.

In the corner is a pile of stone dust.Stone powder scraped out.

In an instant, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, and white dust filled the sky.

"Ah, cough." A cloud of blood was particularly eye-catching in the white dust.

Like the strings of a zither breaking, breaking the glass, the ringing stops suddenly.

"Ah!" With a roar, everyone woke up, but Yan Xiaoan was already confused, with a splitting headache, his body felt like needle pricks, and strands of blood continued to flow.

He only saw the pale sword light, and it was even paler amidst the white mist.

Then he probably lost consciousness, and he didn't know how the person opposite him met the sword resolutely, and how he was swept away by the pale sword light.

His body flew up involuntarily as he was being pulled, at this moment he suddenly thought of Xiao Hui who had been pulled by him several times.

Feeling a tremor all around, Xu Huaidao, holding Zhang Xiaoding in his left hand and Yan Xiaoan in his right hand, had already broken through the stone wall and escaped.