Chapter 277 Simon's Dilemma

Ximen Yibei opened his eyes with difficulty, and his eyes were a little lax. He saw clearly that it was Fengyun Wuji. He opened his mouth and said with difficulty, "Wuji,... Come on... Back...! Sword Pavilion...!" "

"Don't talk. You are seriously injured now!" An anxious look also appeared on Feng Yun Wuji's indifferent face, and at the same time, another deep anger strangled his heart.

"Emperor of War, you have done too much!" Fengyun Wuji roared in his heart, and a crazy anger grew in his heart. He had been friends with Ximen for hundreds of thousands of years. Although they said much less to each other than the friends in the hearts of ordinary people, Fengyun Wuji and Ximen had been friends because of their common ideals, and when they fought together, they were brothers.

A real brother doesn't need too many words!

Looking down at Ximen, who was pale and dying, seemed to leave at any time. Feng Yun Wuji roared in his heart, "Ximen, don't be in trouble!"

A mellow swordsman poured into Ximen's body and repaired his body. However, the more Jianyuan poured into it, the more frightened Fengyun Wuji was.

Ximen's kendo has only one sword. Either the enemy dies or I die. Since Ximen is still alive, the other party will die, but Ximen has been hit hard again!!!

As soon as Jian Yuanfu entered Ximen's body, Fengyun Wuji realized that Ximen's injury seemed to be very serious, but these were just some knife-like remnants that broke into the body. Once Ximen used that sword, his defense was extremely low, which was the reason why he was so damaged.

But these are all skin and flesh wounds. For the problem of Ximen's low defense, Fengyun Wuji has already taught him the Northern Mingshen Gong. Therefore, in the case of the release of that sword, as long as it is not bombarded head-on, it is generally difficult to kill Ximen. Jianyuan surged through the meridians in Ximen's body. One by one, help to guide the true qi in Ximen's body to return to Dantian and treat the injury at the same time.

For the masters of the ancient continent, as long as they are not dead, no matter how serious the injury is, it is possible to recover. All that is needed is time.

Therefore. The wound looks terrible, but it is not really fatal. A small amount of 'angry' contained in the body has automatically healed the wound on the surface of the Siemens body.

The real injury comes from his soul.

Fengyun Wuji doesn't know who it is and what kind of attack it makes Ximen's soul suffer this heavy blow!!

The physical injury has been healed, and the true qi in the body is slightly weak, which is not a problem/but the problem is the trauma of Simon's soul.

A dense cold sweat kept oozing from the forehead of the west gate, and his face became more and more pale, faint cyan, which made Fengyun Wuji more and more anxious and more angry.

"The geomagnetic veins, yes, there are also geomagnetic veins!" In a panic, a bright light crossed Feng Yun Wuji's mind, as if he had found a life-saving grass in the sea.

Fengyun Wuji picked up the west gate to the north and jumped out of the narrow cave, but the target was not the sword domain, but the plain where the magnetism wheat was located. Fengyun Wuji was not going to let anyone know.

The feeling in Fengyun Wuji is red. It has never flown so fast. The sky and the earth are constantly passing through the eyes. Fengyun Wuji has been checking the situation of Ximen. Fortunately, although Ximen is not specialized in consciousness, after all, the divine consciousness is also very strong. The injury can be stabilized for the time being, but What worries Fengyun Wuji more is that if the trauma of the mind is not repaired in time, it will affect the future achievements of martial arts.

landed, waved his palm, broke the earth, put the west gate into the rolling lava, and the huge Zhenyuan broke out of his palm, guiding the west gate to flow in the direction of the geomagnetic wheat... All this has been done like clouds and flowing water, without any delay. Between the wave of hands, it has been completed.

But soon, a new problem appeared... The geomagnetic vein can't break through the real body protection element of Ximen at all. At a distance of a few feet, while feeling the threat of high-temperature lava, the real qi in Ximen's body will automatically break out, draining the magma approaching the body.

If you can't touch the geomagnetic vein, how to absorb the essence of it?! Fengyun Wuji's heart was cold for a moment. He moved his five fingers in his right hand and wanted to seal the body protection of Ximen, but finally stopped again.

Without the true qi to protect the body, the physical strength of the west gate to the north at this moment will definitely be incinerated by the high temperature of the underground magma. The physical strength of the ancient master is far greater than that of ordinary people. The reason lies in the true qi in the body.

Unlike Ximen, although Fengyun Wuji's body is physically on the surface, its essence is still the indestructible sword body, and it is not afraid of the burning of underground magma at all.

A feeling of helplessness and decadence surged into my heart. Obviously, the savior was under his feet, but he couldn't use it. This feeling made Fengyun Wuji almost crazy.

"What should I do?" Fengyun Wuji can't help it at all. I have thought of all the ways I can think of, but they can't be solved at all.

To absorb the essence of the geomagnetic element wheat, the barrier of true qi must be removed, but if the barrier of true qi is removed, then its body will be severely damaged. How to choose?

For a moment, Fengyun Wuji was in a trance. He sat down on the edge of the cracked and scorching magma crack under his feet and thought quietly.

What should I do?

Underground, in Fengyun Wuji's mind, Ximen, who thought he was in a coma, his consciousness was running at an unprecedented speed. In the sea of consciousness of Ximen, there was only a tall shadow and endless darkness. This is the enemy he faced!

A sword waved, and the sword gas passed through the shadow, but it did not cause any damage, but the shadow gradually turned around...

"What should I do? What should I do when I get to the ground? Ximen's instinctive consciousness muttered to himself. The sea of consciousness was almost divided into two by the trauma from the soul. Half of them played a shadow, while the other half was endlessly dark. In the thick darkness, there stood a swordsman in white clothes and white hair. A trace of sweat kept oozing on his forehead, and his body Don't move. However, around him, in the endless darkness, hundreds of thousands of long sword moves made different sword moves appear in the dark void, the sword spirit of the sky, sword moves. It suddenly sped out, and then reappeared. Some disappeared quickly. Every time it disappeared, the empty sword moves that spread behind him again seemed to have made such a slight change. But there seems to be no change.

"What should I do... How can I hurt him?..." In the dark consciousness space. Echoing the muttering of Ximen Yibei's self-talk...

Ximen is determined noticing about his own injury. Here, in the space of consciousness, Ximen has an independent world, separated from the body. In this world, in Ximen's mind, there is only one voice and one thought, which is: defeat him!

Next to the cracks running through the earth, Feng Yun Wuji gradually calmed down. Looking forward, suddenly in the soul. There was an indifferent voice: They are coming!

"It's me!" Fengyun Wuji stood up. There was nothing he could do, and he might not have no choice.

Soon, Fengyun Wuji found that the reason why I contacted him was only to inform himself. Soon, he cut off the contact of the soul. In this regard, no one can compare with me.

Thousands of miles away from the sword field, Zhanfeng and Zhanluo led a group of war masters to the sword domain from afar. The war raid 5 maintained a strict position and passed silently and quietly all the way!

The fighting spirit rushed from these masters, and the group did not deliberately keep their whereabouts. Judging from all the signs, the sword domain does not have the ability to compete with the war clan. A large number of god-level masters are enough to handle the sword domain.

"Lord Zhanfeng, I have a bad feeling!" Zhan Luo in the air suddenly turned his head and said to Zhan Feng.

Zhanfeng looked solemn and looked straight ahead. The sword pavilion towering straight into the sky and the swirling clouds above were swirling. The warning issued by Zhanluo was unheard of.

Zhan Luo sighed and turned his head, but not only for some reason, he always felt a little inappropriate in his heart.

"It's okay. There are only a few people who are the most powerful in the sword field. It is said that there is a sword master called Dugu Wuju, who has not yet appeared. However, there are so many god-level masters, plus myself, it should be easy to handle it." Zhan Luo kept talking to himself, but he couldn't convince himself.

The divine consciousness swept around, but there was nothing to find, and I was really confused.

"Leave, leave now!" An indifferent and low voice rose to everyone's ears, and there seemed to be a strange charm in the voice, shaking the soul of all the war masters who heard this: Otherwise, die!"

Boom!

Everyone's mind was blank. Everyone felt the power of this person. Even the god-level master of the War clan who accompanied him felt the strength of the man. Even if he only said a word, he did not show any ability, or even showed his real body.

That tone is cold and cruel, without any emotion, like the gods, high above, overlooking all sentient beings.

A cold current flowed all over everyone's hearts in an instant. At that moment, everyone seemed to have died again and again, and the cold sweat instantly soaked through the whole body.

Weird, absolutely weird feeling, I haven't seen the enemy yet, and everyone has been defeated psychologically! The reason is just because of one sentence!!!!

Even the calmest war wind, his face instantly turned pale, extremely pale!

No matter how high the wisdom is, no matter how capable it is, there is no bargaining chip to compete with it, and it is just as fragile as foil in the face of absolute strength. The image of everyone after birth comes to mind:

"Do I have enough chips?" This idea involuntarily appeared in Zhanfeng's mind.