Chapter 16 Fighting

Xue Ling jumped down the tree and pointed to the black eagle lying on the ground and said, "I thought you could hold on for a long time. It's really boring. Your name is Mo Xianyun? Why did you get into this bereaved star?"

"Hmm" Mo Xianyun's head was biased and he didn't answer. Finally, I couldn't help asking: "How did you bring him down?"

Xue Ling rolled her eyes and said, "Why should I tell you?"

Mo Xianyun has never suffered this kind of anger since she was a child, and she said that he was the first one to repair her strength. Xue Ling didn't care about her and went straight to Black Hawk. He didn't know if he could find some clues on him.

"Be careful!" Mo Xianyun exclaimed. Several dark weapons shot at Xue Ling with black light. Hearing the sound of breaking the air, Xue Ling dodged a carp. Her shoulder hurt and her skin was scratched a little, and a slight numbness slowly invaded her whole body.

The panther flashed out from behind the tree and stared at Xue Ling coldly and said, "Good skills. I didn't expect that a powerful blow would still make you avoid it. How do the iron thorns of Tangmen taste? It's uncomfortable, isn't it? Without an antidote for less than a long time, your skin will ulcerate and bleed to death.

Xue Ling snapped and immediately sealed the meridians. Secretly delaying the time to cure the wounds: "I have long heard that the iron thorns of Tangmen are extraordinary, and today I really live up to their reputation. I'm afraid you are not from Tangmen. I don't know why you blame Tangmen. It's really a good idea to use this girl to involve the Falling Star Palace. Aren't you afraid to cause a war between demons and demons?

The black panther's face was moved and he frowned, "How do you know that I am not from Tangmen?"

"How can people in Tangmen hurt people with this ordinary hidden weapon? Except for strength, there is no skill to speak of. I heard that Tangmen's "Sura hand" is the most strange. How can't you become a master of the realm the day after tomorrow!"

Black Panther's eyes suddenly became murderous, and his face darkened: "Do you want to delay the time to force poison healing? It seems that you know a lot. I can't keep you tonight!" With a wave of the meteor hammer in his hand, a set of "flying meteor hammer" covered Xue Ling tightly. Meteor hammer is originally a martial arts that is extremely difficult to practice, but if it is very powerful, you can only see cold stars and murderous. No matter how Xue Ling stimulates the true qi, the poison on the iron thorns is as difficult to eliminate as the maggot of the metatarus. He can only stop with internal strength and prevent him from spreading. On the one hand, we have to suppress the venom and on the other hand, we have to deal with the leopard's meteor hammer. He only scored seven successes and played quite awkwardly. Most of the time, it is rotated with a flexible body.

Mo Xianyun saw Xue Ling several times narrowly avoiding the meteor hammer, and her heart also jumped non-stop. Although this scoundrel made himself angry several times. In this case, no one has escaped, which is already very rare. He shouted, "Bad boy, let's go."

Xue Ling shouted secretly and said, "Stupid woman, why make trouble at this time? If you don't talk, no one will treat you as a mute. You won't be killed by you, right?

Black Hawk looked at Mo Xianyun and smiled insidiously. He seemed to have an idea. He no longer pestered with Xue Ling and killed Mo Xianyun with a copper hammer. Xue Ling secretly scolded this person for being shameless. He was really afraid of something. I can't take care of her, and I have to take care of her. Showing "Xiao Yao Jue" was the first to stop the panther, and a cold sword dance was impenetrable. The playing method is no longer as flexible and changeable as before, and there are a few more openings in a blink of an eye. Mo Xianyun barely regained some consciousness and suddenly shouted at Xue Ling, "Bry your head!"

Xue Ling didn't even think about it, and suddenly bent down to form an "iron bridge". A thing above his head flew quickly, and hundreds of poisonous needles were shot out of a small wooden stick-like object. It is difficult to prevent it in the night. Xue Ling was scared into a cold sweat: "If I had taken a step slower just now, I would have been shot into a sieve. It was so close that I almost confessed here. How can this stupid woman do something that doesn't move her mind? She can't do this thankless thing even if she dies in the future.

A dense poison needle with dark green venom on the tip of the needle. The black panther dodged behind the tree and said in surprise, "Rainstorm pear flower needle!" After this rain, there will be no two people. At present, he took out a bamboo tube-shaped object and "booed" a fireworks dragging a long whistle like the night sky, and four or five people in the city heard the news. The panther said a few words and scattered towards the woods. Xue Ling quickly shuttled through the woods with Mo Xianyun in his arms. He jumped three or four miles to hide in a bush.

"It's so heavy, you should lose weight!" Xue Ling gasped and reassured her. I didn't care what to say to Mo Xianyun, meditate and adjust my breath. Just now, I tried several tricks, and the qi and blood surged for a while, and the venom has become deeper and deeper. Zhenqi is also consumed, and it is really going to be killed. Bean-sized sweat slipped down his forehead one by one, blue veins burst, and white smoke slowly rose on his head. Mo Xianyun knew that this was not a disturbing moment. She had two hands that could move, bandaged the wound and looked aside, thinking for a moment. If it hadn't been for this scoundrel, I'm afraid he would have died, and I couldn't help but have a little good impression in my heart.

Xue Ling suddenly protruded with a mouthful of blood, and her face looked like a piece of white paper. Mo Xianyun handed over the silk scarf and said, "Wipe it."

Xue Ling was stunned. She didn't know why the contrast between the front and back was so big. As a result, the silk scarf wiped a trace of blood stains from the corners of her mouth. She wanted to scold her for a few words. She looked a little unbearable and smiled and said, "Don't cry with a sad face. You can't die."

Mo Xianyun carefully folded the silk scarf and asked softly, "What's your name? I can't always call you a scoundrel."

"Xue Ling." Xue Ling didn't even think about it.

"Xue...ling..." Mo Xianyun read it twice, as if to remember it.

"What's the matter? What's wrong?" Xue Ling said doubtfully.

Mo Xianyun's face was calm, but there were ripples in her heart. She hurriedly said, "No... nothing..." In the hazy night, the two lived in the bushes. Mo Xianyun thought a lot and finally did not break the tranquility. I was speechless all night, and only the stars blinked and looked at the two people.

Tangjiabao, with lights and colorful colors. The big red lantern hangs high. There is a joyful atmosphere everywhere. The stone lion at the door also wiped a new one, with a red diamond tied around its neck. The breeze blew and floated slowly, which was very majestic. Several sparrows stood on the lion and jumped, combing their feathers sideways with their little heads. In the morning, a bright blue-top mahogany sedan chair hurried towards the gate.

The doorkeeper respectfully called "Second Master" and opened the door to see Tang Wufeng leave. He wondered, "What's the matter? The second master is in such a hurry."

Through a flourishing garden, Tang Wufeng walked straight to the study of Tang Wuya, the doorkeeper.

“Drip..."

"Come in." A weak voice came from the room. Tang Wuya sat on a wide mahogany chair, wearing a maple robe, which was spotless. His face was as pale as when he was recovering from a serious illness. He slowly opened his eyes and said, "Second brother, what happened in such a hurry?"

Tang Wufeng's face was not happy or angry: "Recently, the guests who came to celebrate Yizhou City have disappeared one after another, and they used the "half-step more" of this door to deliberately frame the blame. It seems that the old man's 60th birthday is not peaceful."

Tang Wuya's eyes lit up and asked, "Who are there?"

"Cangyunguan, Baihe Taoist, Wanjianmen, Qingcheng School..."

Tang Wuya waved his hand and interrupted, "I know, it will always come."

Tang seamless wanted to say something more. Seeing the eldest brother's sick body, he finally said, "Big brother is easy to cultivate. I'll go down first."

Tang Wuya muttered, "The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings. This time, it can keep Shuzhong worry-free for several years." With that, he coughed several times and spit out a mouthful of blood on the white handkerchief.