It takes two hours to listen quietly from Hao Ridang to the moon and the stars.
The rosy clouds dispersed, Chen Shaobai stopped spitting, and Chen Wei, who was in a coma, woke up from the illusion.
Return to absolute being, Chen Mengxuan found herself and Chen Shaobai getting a little too close to his face, and then she retreated two steps in a row to sort out her apricot Se clothes.
A pair of beautiful eyes looked at Chen Shaobai with a strange Se color. Chen Mengxuan didn’t know what he was thinking. "Autumn magic spring has been seen and we can go back … huh?"
The rosy clouds disappeared instantly, and the tall tree withered at a speed visible to the naked eye in front of the three people, but after three or five breaths, it disappeared with the wind, leaving a strange fruit with a faint fluorescence.
The fruit is round and white, and the size of the peach pit exudes a rich and sweet smell, which makes Chen Shaobai feel that he can’t wait to swallow it into his stomach, but the conversation between Chen Mengxuan and Chen Wei’s master and servant makes him feel uneasy.
"Fan Bai Mang I bears a fruit. This is the fruit of grandparents and grandchildren!"
Although Chen Wei is petty and vengeful, he is well informed and can see the origin of this thing at a glance.
"Between the two generations? It is said that the Chinese sword fairy can only be blessed by planting grandchildren. I didn’t expect this thing to really exist! " Chen Mengxuan obsessively walked into the fruit and held it in his hand, whispering like a dream, "If you give this fruit to the owner of the house …"
Her voice is very small, even though Chen Shaobai has a keen ear, she has captured the words "prolong life by 20", and everything else is unclear.
But this is enough. After the information explosion in the past life, he didn’t understand the truth that "every man is guilty of carrying his bag"-although this fruit is not him, who can guarantee that the master and servant will not be greedy and kill people?
Chen Shaobai quickly regressed a few steps away from Chen Weila.
Qiang Qiang!
As soon as he retired, he saw Chen Wei’s drawn sword in his hand. He immediately took the longbow behind him and took his right hand. It seemed that he casually took two rough arrows and offered his closet means without hesitation.
Whoosh Whoosh
In no particular order, the two arrows are connected into a long line, and it is Chen Wei’s right shoulder that almost covers up the bowstring plucking sound.
Lianzhu Arrow This is an arrow skill created by Chen Shaobai by virtue of his many years of hunting experience in the mountains, drawing on many means of hunting for possession and combining his previous life knowledge.
Even Chen Shaobai, a proud white tiger hanging from the mountain forest, has died before. What’s worse, the other person is a mortal?
If these two arrows really hit her, I’m afraid they can directly smash their shoulder blades and ruin their future, but the other side has no psychological burden at the moment when they draw their swords in Chen Shaobai.
However, Chen Wei’s real fighting capacity has greatly surprised him or …
The world fencing power is far beyond Chen Shaobai’s cognitive range.
Chapter II Gas Therapy
In the face of the terrible arrow, Chen Wei did not retreat but advanced. He stepped forward with a jerk and the sword in his hand bloomed.
"Like a crossbow, like a sword, like an arrow"
Chen Shaobai mind suddenly jumped out of this sentence.
An ordinary sword with a handle seems to have been given life in the hands of Chen Wei, such as Cang Lang’s j and ng quasi-biting renju arrow, and then twisting and licking the tip of the green ox tongue in a flash, bringing up a strong breeze and twisting the first arrow into powder in the blink of an eye.
The blade turns again, and the wind is strong.
Bang!
Rough arrows and swords burst at the same time, and sawdust and iron flowers scattered on the ground.
"This little beast has great strength!"
His beloved sabre was destroyed by two arrows. Chen Wei’s eyes were full of Y and N haze, but he didn’t stay much, but pointed to the sword and moved to Chen Shaobai’s front and gently pointed to his left chest.
"This is the real fencing? It is terrible to be able to defend the enemy by wind, even if it is scattered but not condensed! "
The keen eyesight exercised by hunting in the mountains all the year round made Chen Shaobai discover the mystery of the opponent’s swordsmanship in the flint, but the victory and defeat of life and death in the battle were in a flash, so he couldn’t think much.
Feel the rhythm of the airflow of the other finger. Chen Shaobai’s pupil instantly contracts into a dangerous needle-like shape. As he quickly retreats, he will summon up all his muscles and smash it according to the other finger sword. Although it is very disciplined, it is also amazing. No one will doubt that this punch invades Xing.
However, the fact is far more absurd than imagined. Chen Shaobai’s iron fist derived from fencing on the other side did not even resist half a breath. He felt that his hand was numb and he became stiff when he breathed.
Two veins stood out all over his fingers and stamped heavily on his chest. When Chen Shaobai heard a scratching sound, he felt like there was a water bag exploding in his body.
"The heart is bursting!"
When he realized this, his breath suddenly weakened and his consciousness gradually blurred, and a few fragmented words seemed to come to his ears.
"Cheng Wei! How can you … "