"Oh."

The little Lord just laughed with some ridicule.

The people who are fighting with the people controlled by poisonous insects and poisons also find something wrong. Their internal power consumption is much faster than usual. It seems that they are stagnant in operation, and their hands and feet are getting softer and softer.

He Qing, chewing a leaf in his mouth, said faintly: "Ziqing, these people can't protect me."

Although the giant snake had been smashed into meat mud by Ma Jing, these masked people could compete with them by siege, especially the old Gong, who seemed to have something to hide.

CEN Ziqing moved his tongue, and there was a leaf under his tongue: "cough, is there enough herbs there?"

He Qing helpless way: "I just take a little bit with me, be prepared."

There are so many people here that he can't be separated.

CEN Ziqing shrugged at the speech: "then protect yourself, cough."

Anyway, the people here don't have much to do with them. They just look at the snake.

CEN Ziqing coughed weakly. His pale face was even more pale and transparent at this time, but his movements were not very "sick". A stroke of the sword brought a bloodstain.

There was a slight fluctuation in Ma Jing's eyes. When he waved the hammer with all his strength, Gong didn't dare to get close to him.

Taking advantage of the whole body empty a large, Ma Jing a few steps to Cen Ziqing side: "you don't hand."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

CEN Ziqing swallowed a trace of blood in his throat and couldn't help laughing: "don't look at me like this, I haven't reached the point of death."

Ma Jing's expression is slightly heavy, and he shows his attitude by his actions. He protects Cen Ziqing's body tightly.

CEN Ziqing sighed helplessly, then said coldly: "withdraw, go to the people who will take pictures of cockscomb grass."

With his memory, he can remember exactly what the people in the room looked like.

Ma Jing roars and smashes a person's head with a hammer. Rao Shi is controlled by the insect. The person who has no sense is slightly stagnant, and his face shows some hesitation.

Taking advantage of the moment that no one dares to move, Ma Jing grabs Cen Ziqing, puts him on his shoulder, and then jumps up again on the escalator.

CEN Ziqing's face shows a trace of helplessness, and then directly sits on Ma Jing's shoulder. Anyway, this silly big shoulder is very wide and stable.

He Qing saw the slightly green broken sword in his hand, and then jumped up to step on a person's head, with a little toe to catch up with Ma Jing.

Gong Chong took a look at the three people who were not affected by Sangong at all, and didn't ask anyone to chase them.

They may not be able to keep these three people if they go shopping, but the gain is not worth the loss.

See Cen Ziqing three people leave without hesitation, already some people around the auction table can't lift the sword showed a trace of despair, and then was inundated by the tireless poison.

Seeing this, Lin miao'er bit the tip of her tongue and used turtle breathing skill to make herself inhale as little as possible. She looked coldly at takuqiu: "takuqiu, aren't you ready to do it?"

Others in the Jianghu don't know the true face of the owner of Baifang Pavilion, but Lin miao'er knows that Yumian Lang, the "flower picking thief", is the owner of Baifang Pavilion by chance!

Taki Chiu is also a little self-conscious at the moment: "the Lord of the pavilion has his own worries."

Wen Rennuo has his own arrangement, and none of his subordinates can interfere.

Seeing this, Lin miao'er frowns and pulls the white silk in her hand. She no longer protects the useless people, but helps the women in Tianxiang pavilion to block the poison.

Killing and being killed are common in the Wulin. Lin miao'er helped those people before because they were still useful. Now she can give up a group of laggards without hesitation.

Other people who still have spare power have the same choice as Lin Miaoer, and they are wise to protect themselves.

"This is not the way! What do you want to do? "

The longer the time goes on, the worse it will be for them. Lin miao'er has already lost some of her strength, and even doubts that Baifang Pavilion is really united with Linggu sect?

The sweat on Long Qiu's face converged into streams, leaving behind: "Deputy Pavilion leader, don't be impatient."

Can he say that he is also very nervous? My Lord, where have you been?

"Big brother!"

It's OK for them to think about wenrennuo, but Nanli Ke beside him has a blue sword on his arm.

Nanhuaiyue, who came back in a hurry, exclaimed, and then stepped forward to kick the people who gave Nanli ke a sword. They just left for a while. Most of the people on Nanli Ke's side were dead and injured, and Zhong limo was still lying on the ground. Life and death are unknown!

Nan huaiyue's fingertips moved, and several silver needles hidden in the cloth belt tied to her wrist penetrated into the meridians in Nan Li Ke's arm, temporarily sealing his blood.

Xi Ye's pupil suddenly shrinks. He looks at Nan huaiyue in shock. Then he looks at Nan Li Ke's arm. Ghost needle?

"This sword is poisonous, Fu Qing, you protect my elder brother first!"

Nanli Ke frowned: "these people want qingluan!"

Originally, Nan huaiyue, who was about to take out the snow around his waist, moved to the left and took out qingluan: "I'll let them have a look at qingluan now!"

The sound of the flute in Qingyue is like the sound of Fengming, like the sunshine breaking the maze barrier. However, everyone's spirit is aroused, and the Zheng sound, which was originally in a hurry to kill, is suppressed in an instant, and all the actions of the demagogic people are stagnant.

Nan huaiyue coldly looks at the masked men who besiege Nan Li Ke, with a sharp look in her eyes.

Fuqing and others saw these masked people suddenly howl to their knees, and then they were besieged by poisons, and then they had chapped skin. After a long time of painful struggle, they died!

Nan huaiyue is deliberately torturing them!

For the first time, Fu Qing looked a little stiff.

Nan huaiyue ignores others, goes to Nan Li Ke, pulls out the dagger tied to his leg, and then cuts his arm to help him bleed and detoxify.

When Nan huaiyue helps Nan Li Ke to force out poisonous blood, seal his blood and bandage him, her face gets better, and then hands Nan li ke a medicine.

Nanli Ke took the pill and said gently, "I'm ok, a Yue."

South Huai month this just seems to just come back to mind, complexion pale pursed lips: "nothing is good."

Nan Li Ke touched Nan Huai Yue's head: "don't worry, are you scared?"

South huaiyue take a deep breath, and then look at the clock from the Mo on the ground, she went to squat down to check for some time, clock from Mo body no trauma, no internal injury.

"Big brother, what's wrong with amo?"

South bosom month eyebrow is tight Cu, clock leaves Mo body to be well, a bit of problem all have no ah, how at this moment fainting?

Nanli Ke smell speech face strange: "he's OK, just fainted."

"How did you pass out?"

Nothing happened? South huaiyue turned over the closed eyelids of the clock.

"Well, let him talk when he wakes up."

Wen Rennuo came forward and said something embarrassed.

"Well?"

South Huai month some don't understand, in the hand silver needle already stabbed into the clock to leave the Mo acupuncture point.