Xianmen can only be saved by me

What happened at that moment made Li Simiao unable to react.

The tall and thin monk slashed with his sword. His sword was much faster than Yan Chuanliang's, and he pierced Xie Lin's vest almost instantly.At the same time, a sword light appeared out of thin air, wrapped in a thousand-ton force, and struck down in the air.

The tall and thin monk was about to snatch the pottery bowl back when the sword light was one step ahead of him and smashed the pottery bowl into pieces.

Later, Li Simiao thought that this might be the scariest sword he had ever seen in his life. It was silent and calm, as if it didn't even disturb the air, but it broke through mountains and rivers with such force. When the sword wind touched it, the whole person flew upside down for hundreds of meters, with hundreds of scars on all limbs and bones at the same time, all spurting blood.

"Ah-"

Yan Chuanliang was shocked: "Brother Qi!"

Xie Lin's body fell to the ground at this moment, and bright red blood poured out from his back.

"Brother!!" Li Simiao came back to his senses, cried and rushed over. He neither dared to draw the sword, nor did he dare not to draw the sword. He was at a loss for a while, and pressed his hands around Xie Lin's wound, crying until the tip of his nose turned red. "Brother!! You can't do anything, brother!!"

Xie Lin narrowed his eyes, loosened his fingers, and the smashed bowl rolled to the ground.It was strange to say that such a tyrannical sword didn't hurt him at all, it seemed that the target was just the pottery bowl.

He saw the surrounding wind calm down, like a solid sword light inserted on the broken bowl, like white and blue.A piece of yellow paper floated down from the air, hanging lightly on the hilt of the sword, as if hanging there.

There are eight big characters in the letter: mortals are not allowed to touch the world.

Because of the blood loss, Xie Lin's consciousness was in a trance, and he thought vaguely: "This word is quite beautiful."

The font is thin and sharp, reminiscent of the howling wind and snow on the ice field.

Just a little familiar.

It seems to be a bit similar to the Banque copybook he came across.

Yan Chuanliang looked at the still sky in panic, and shouted loudly: "I don't know which expert passed by here... It's just a little personal grievance between the juniors, I hope the seniors will hold you high."

No one responded to him, only a crisp "dang clang".

Yan Chuanliang stared at him, and was so frightened that half of his guts broke out—the magic weapon "given by the master" that monk Qi had blocked several times just now was shattered by the sword light and became a A few pieces of broken copper and iron that have no magic power to flow.

This is... what a power!

At that time, he didn't care about the handkerchief or not, even if he didn't take the handkerchief back, he might have to endure Xiao Ying's scolding... But compared with life, what is that? !

"Brother Qi..." Yan Chuanliang hurriedly ran in the direction where the tall and thin monk flew out, his back was in a panic.

"It turned out that he would run for his life in a panic when he met someone stronger than him." Li Simiao said in a low voice, wiped away the tears on his face, and said in a low voice, "Brother, I want to cultivate immortality."

"Ok?"

"If you cultivate better than them, you don't have to be bullied by them."

"Ah."

"Brother, don't sleep, okay? They're gone, I'll go into the city and call a doctor for you."

"No...it's useless." Xie Lin forced a smile.

The doctor in the town is very far away from here, Li Simiao is not yet mature, and he doesn't know how long he will run back and forth, Xie Lin doesn't think he can last until that time.

He's running out of energy.

In his last life, he worked for three years after graduating from a bachelor's degree. He was hit and killed by a drunk driver after leaving get off work late at night.

It seemed a little easy to die like this, but... nothing wrong.

Death is a very sudden thing, and it often happens when people are not prepared. This time, he was protecting Li Simiao and died, saving someone, so it probably cannot be regarded as "lighter than a feather".

Worth it.

"Brother is a little sleepy," he said softly, "I don't know if Uncle Li is still buried under the ruins, you go back and find him, dig a bigger grave for brother... I think this lake is beautiful, so just bury me." Here it is."

"Brother...don't talk about brother..." Li Simiao wanted to cover his wound so that the blood wouldn't flow any more, "Can you survive... woo..."

The night is cold as water.

At this time, a burst of golden light suddenly burst out from the sky, and a roar like a bell resounded throughout the world: "Yun Nianchen, don't bully people too much!"

In the direction of the sky where the spaceship was floating, a figure in a toga with long sleeves swept over from the sky, and came close in the blink of an eye.Li Simiao cried until his vision was blurred, and he raised his head in a daze, only to see a sharp chin.

The person who came was very tall, and in Li Simiao's eyes, there was an indescribable strong aura all over his body. He was frightened, and his sobbing voice was blocked in his throat, almost suffocating him.

The man's goal was the broken bowl, but the sword made of light didn't give him face. He stabbed down heavily, and the bowl broke into more pieces, making it almost impossible to pick it up.

The man raised his head bitterly, facing the eastern sky: "I never thought that after so many years, you are still so wicked."

His voice was loud and full of energy, Xie Lin was dizzy by his voice, in a trance, only heard a cold chirping sound, as if a piece of ice was stuck on Xie Lin's forehead, which somehow made him find it A little sanity.

"Heh, you also hid a broken pottery bowl for nearly 500 years. Who is so wicked?"

As soon as the words fell, the yellow paper on the sword burst, and the sword was so bright that it rose into the air, and the sword swept across, and the dazzling sword patterns swayed like water waves——

The man didn't move an inch, the golden light of the body guard appeared out of thin air, and collided heavily with the sword light.

Xie Lin only had time to use his last strength to turn around and block Li Simiao, and then he and he were thrown out by the aftermath.

Li Simiao was light and was thrown directly across the lake, but Xie Lin fell in mid-air, and fell into the lake together with the sword stuck in his vest by the tall and thin monk.

"Boom!"

"Brother!!" Li Simiao crawled towards the lake on all hands and feet as soon as he landed, but where is Xie Lin's shadow on the lake?

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As soon as the golden light of the body guard collided with the light of the sword, Fang Mingxiu felt something was wrong, his pupils shrank: "It really made you break through..."

"I entered the country faster than you."

The other party's tone was indifferent, but Fang Mingxiu could hear endless irony from it, just like the past many years.

It was a nightmare from which he could not wake up.

Yun Nianchen was a self-proclaimed genius, and he was always defiant, but he got the most attention from that person.

Fang Mingxiu felt a fire burning in his heart, wishing he could pull Yun Nianchen out of the mountain guard, eat his flesh, and drink his blood!

But now he can only park the spaceship three thousand miles away from the Tianxing Xianmen, because he is not sure whether the sky thunder the night before is Yun Nianchen's thunder disaster, and his premonition has come true at this time, and he dare not act rashly.

The sword light was instantly withdrawn, only for deterrence, and the indifferent voice continued: "I give you a warning... Take your useless disciple and go back to your hometown, and don't roll around at the gate of my Tianxing Xianmen."

Fang Mingxiu's voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth: "Yun Nianchen..."

"Also, you are not qualified to collect his things."

The sword flew back to the side of the broken bowl and plunged straight into the mud like a patron saint.Fang Mingxiu's gloomy gaze lingered between the broken bowl and the sword light for a long time before he flicked his sleeves and rose into the air.

—By the way, he took away his own disciple and scum, whose life and death were uncertain.

The wilderness returned to silence, only the cries that Li Simiao finally dared to amplify remained.

"elder brother……"

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I don't know how long it took before there were noisy voices and fire.Li Simiao cried until she was woken up by a familiar voice: "Simiao? Simiao, where's your brother?"

"Father..." Li Simiao sniffed his nose, looking miserable, "Brother...brother he..."

He was gasping for breath, unable to speak, and could only point to the lake.

Boss Li was dumbfounded: "Did your brother fall into the lake?"

Li Simiao nodded: "Still... still injured, I'm afraid, I'm afraid of him..."

Boss Li was heartbroken when he heard it. Although he was full of crooked reasoning and said "Only the child of a goddess can call me father", Xie Lin has not changed his words for so many years, but he treats this child sincerely, how can he just look at the child helplessly? die?

"It's my fault, it's all my fault," he said in a hurry, asking the villagers to help him make the rope net, "I slept in the back kitchen at night, I was pushed down, and it was too slow to climb out...just now, if I had known, I would have come earlier !"

A villager next to him persuaded him: "Old Li, don't blame yourself, the big guy was busy fighting the fire just now! Who would have expected this?"

Li Simiao opened his eyes blankly.

After listening to it for a long time, he learned from the townspeople who came to help that he and Xie Lin ran too fast just now, and they bent the lamp post at the entrance of the inn. The candle wick fell to the ground and ignited the thatch that the neighbors placed outside the house. .Most of the houses in their town are wooden houses, and only a few are built with stone structures. They are already afraid of fire. In order not to cause a greater disaster, the big guys had to work together to put out the fire first, and it was too late.

Moreover, Boss Li's leg was crushed by the collapsed house, he was limping, and he couldn't walk fast on the road.

Boss Li couldn't go down the river like this, Xie Lin was very popular in the town, and immediately a strong young man who could swim volunteered to go down to the lake to save people.While feeling hopeless, Li Simiao looked forward to a miracle at the same time, staring at the lake with sadness and concern.

But it is such a big lake.

Even if several young and middle-aged people go down to the lake together, how can one person be so easy to fish.

The light in Li Simiao's eyes gradually dimmed as time passed.

He thought blankly, his brother had suffered such a serious injury and was soaked in the lake water, how could he still have a chance of surviving?

I don't know if his wish was heard by God.

When those young and middle-aged men were about to go to the lake to fish for the fourth time, another figure in a toga with long sleeves flew over with a sword.

It was an uneventful night. Seeing the figure of this immortal, the first reaction of the townspeople in Mufu Town was not to bow down respectfully, but to be vigilant.It wasn't until they saw a face with a strange face that they all bowed down: "I don't know why the immortal has come here?"

The visitor had a youthful face, regular facial features, and was wearing a long jade-colored gown.But the expression on his face seemed a little helpless: "Following the order of my teacher, come here..."

The conversation got stuck, and he thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of a euphemism, so he gave up on himself and said, "Let's see if there is anything that can help."

In fact, his master's original words were: "Go and clean up the mess left by your little uncle."

Everyone present didn't know what happened just now, and they were all at a loss.The man glanced around, saw the situation clearly, sighed, first took a cloth bag and went to collect the broken bowl.

As soon as he passed by, the sword light like a guardian angel dissipated. He put away all the fragments, returned to the lake, stepped on the flying sword and looked down for a while, said "Hey", and stretched out his hand to point to the lake——

A water column with dozens of people hugged exploded from the center of the lake, and a person flew up from below, and he hugged him around the waist.

Li Simiao suddenly came alive and jumped up from the ground: "Brother!"

The cultivator first looked at the wound on Xie Lin's vest, then turned him back, tested his breath, and said in amazement, "Awesome!"

After being stabbed by a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage, he was still alive!

The author says:

Today is the attack that finally appeared but did not save his wife