"Stop!" Fu Xuesong shouted.

Nie Wushuang's magic sword stopped.

The air in the stone house seemed to solidify.

"You won!" Fu Xuesong sat down dejectedly, his face, which was originally relaxed, suddenly drooped. Looking at Nie Wushuang, the expression in his eyes was extremely complicated.

Nie Wushuang sighed deeply, and faced Fu Xuesong, his face changed and he didn't say anything for a long time.

Fu Xuesong took a deep breath, waved his hand to open the stone door, and said, "It is definitely impossible for me to ask you to retract the spiritual knife now, hey! I won't spy on your secret, you go."

Nie Wushuang clasped his fists to Fu Xuesong and said, "It's not realistic that I want to kill you now, so I'll really leave."

Fu Xuesong looked at Nie Wushuang's departure back, his face was full of anger, and he whispered to himself: "Three days, three days later, we will settle the score again."

After coming out of the stone house, Nie Wushuang followed the original path and walked outside the Cedar Hall. He looked around and found no other figures. Then he accelerated his pace and rushed towards his stone house.

Back at the stone house, Nie Wushuang suddenly collapsed on the ground, beads of sweat as big as beans rushing from both sides of his head, and his whole face was wet with sweat. At this time, his teeth were trembling up and down, his face was pale, his hands were constantly shaking, and his body half-sitting on the ground was also trembling.

"My God, this has brought out all my acting skills in this life..."

At the time of life and death, Nie Wushuang finally passed the test: "Old Fu, Lao Fu, the pressure you put on me is too great. I thought my life was gone today. Oh my god, this cultivation world is really hard to mess with his grandfather. If I die, I will go to find your soul, don't blame your son." So what did Nie Wushuang know? As long as Fu Xuesong has the idea of ​​fighting to the death, his life will be over on the spot. In fact, facing the Jiedan monk, Nie Wushuang himself will not be so pressured, but he is facing Fu Xuesong, the master of his own hall. Fu Xuesong's majestic image on weekdays has long been deeply imprinted into his mind. In this confrontation, Nie Wushuang asked himself that if he had not been determined to die at first, he would not have been able to maximize his acting skills later.

When he returned to his residence, Nie Wushuang's heart was still filled with fear. Whenever he thought of Fu Xuesong's appearance, he would tremble for no reason.

After sitting on the ground for a stick of incense, Nie Wushuang got up and touched his completely soaked clothes. He let out a long sigh and said to himself: "Today there is a magic knife to save his life. If the magic knife dissipates tomorrow, it will be the time for my little life to return to the west. What are you waiting for? Run!"

After saying that, Nie Wushuang stopped delaying, cleaned up in the stone house, changed into coarse cloth clothes, changed the clothes of Xuesongtang, threw them away, and quickly sorted out some clothes, food and other daily necessities into the storage bag. He opened the wooden door, looked around, and found that there was no one, so he flashed out and ran down the mountain.

Having left the Yemen Mountain Gate, Nie Wushuang turned his head and looked at the couplet on the lintel, and sighed: "Cultivate life and death! I killed Young Master Situ that day, but I didn't expect that I would have a major strategic shift one day!"

After sighing, Nie Wushuang no longer dared to delay, and his spiritual power flowed through his body, and he hated that his parents had fewer wings and rushed northwards.

After three days and three nights, Nie Wushuang did not dare to close his eyes, and did not dare to pause at all. Nie Wushuang regretted that the Qi Recovery Pill he had refined was taken two pieces in a row. Without the Qi Recovery Pill, the other pills in the storage bag were the spiritual energy gathering pills that gathered heaven and earth for cultivation. None of the remaining pills were pills that could suddenly improve the spiritual energy in the body.

He was so tired; Nie Wushuang felt that he was about to fall asleep while running, but he still didn't dare to stop, bit his tongue, insisted on stepping on his legs, and murmured to himself: "Oh my God, even if I let me practice for a while and recover a little bit of spiritual energy. If I continue running like this, I will die sooner or later."

For monks, using spiritual energy to travel is an extremely luxurious behavior. Of course, it would be another matter if they could recover spiritual energy while rushing. However, Nie Wushuang dared not stop practicing at this time, and he didn't even dare to eat and drink water. He just kept running. At this time, he felt waves of disgust, with a heavy head and a light head, and he could hardly see the road.

Bang!

Nie Wushuang fell on the gravel road, and after falling down, he panted and gasped. At this time, he was not even able to turn his head, and mud in and out of his mouth.

"You can't sleep, you must not sleep!" Nie Wushuang bit the tip of his tongue again. The cracked wound on his body, which was originally injured by Fu Xuesong, recovered under the care of Peiyuan Dan, but at this time, he could not repair himself due to the lack of spiritual energy in his body. In addition, he ran along the way, and bleeding from multiple wounds again.

The pain all over his body rose, and Nie Wushuang thought to himself: "No, no, you don't have to run away if you continue like this. This life will be explained here. You have to find a place to restore your spiritual energy."

With the pain and dizziness that was forced to support his body, Nie Wushuang looked up and found a dilapidated temple not far away. He quickly cheered up and got up. He dragged his body into the dilapidated temple step by step.

Entering the dilapidated temple, although Nie Wushuang's eyes were blurred, he could still see that the four walls of the spacious dilapidated temple were already broken. In front of the temple was a statue of golden lacquer. The golden lacquer on the statue had long fallen. There was a broken wooden table in front of the statue. The two wooden legs on one side of the wooden table were nowhere to go, and the two wooden legs were slanted on the ground high and low. The pallets on the table were originally packed with tributes were also scattered on the ground; there were straws on the left and right sides of the dilapidated temple, spreading on the soil.

A moldy smell spread in the air.

Nie Wushuang had just stepped into the footsteps, and a few chirping sounds in the ruined temple. A few mice rushed out of the holes in the corner of the wall, and then rushed into another hole. At this time, Nie Wushuang could not care about so much. He staggered and sat down on the straw in the left corner of the ruined temple, quickly took out the spirit-gathering pill and stuffed it into his mouth. The Three Life Art was used and began to use the thin spiritual energy around to restore his strength.

Cedar Peak, Cedar Hall, and Cedar Hall.

Fu Xuesong stood with his hands on the stairs a few steps, and a masked man in black stood under the stairs.

"Keep the Lord of the Hall, the person you asked me to monitor finally stopped and restored spiritual energy in a broken temple beside the Blood Sucking Lake. That place has been far away from Yemen for thousands of miles and approached the sphere of influence of the Blood Demon Cult, but it has not yet reached the sphere of influence of the Blood Demon Cult." The man in black said with a bow.

"Okay, go down." Fu Xuesong and the man in black disappeared behind the Cedar Hall, slowly turned around, looked at the void of the hall and said to himself: "You are just level 9 of Qi training, want to run away? What a joke. Alas! Why haven't your spiritual knife dissipated? Well, wait a little longer."

Nie Wushuang finally recovered some spiritual energy. The effect of the top-grade spiritual gathering pill is indeed good. In just one stick of incense, he felt that most of his spiritual energy had recovered. He suddenly stood up. Nie Wushuang had a little tidy up and was about to step out of the ruined temple to continue escaping, but he heard a slander outside the ruined temple, and a scattered footsteps sounded, and a figure suddenly flew in.
Chapter completed!