Secret arrows are hard to defend

Song Wuan handed over the Thousand Mechanics Box to Lu Xuandu, and Lu Xuandu weighed the box which was much heavier than before, his eyes were bent and he said: "So relieved?"

"There is no one else around, so I can only leave it to you to keep." Song Wu gave him a dull look: "If I can't come back, this will be my legacy."

"Your legacy?" Lu Xuan laughed: "Then am I your widow?"

Song Wuan rarely accepted his joke: "If I say yes, will you keep the festival for me?"

Lu Xuan blinked those charming peach blossom eyes: "Well, Lu has a wild nature and never keeps morals."

"This is very good." Song Wu'an nodded approvingly: "The living are not burdened by the dead." He turned his head to look at the holy fire altar on the high place. The altar is still brilliant, but it is particularly desolate and lonely. Climb up the stairs solemnly, walking slowly and solemnly.

"Isn't the living burdened by the dead..." Lu Xuandu stretched his eyebrows, and took out the silk-wrapped clothes from the thousand machine box familiarly, and said clearly, "Hey, continue."

Song Wu'an quickly caught the silk-wrapped garment, and said with a sneer, "The wool comes from the sheep."

Lu Xuan was not ashamed, but rather proud: "It is just right to take it from you and use it for you."

Although the silk-wrapped garment is said to be impenetrable by water and fire, it cannot actually insulate the temperature of the flame. Although it can prevent the flame from spreading directly to the body, if the flame is too large, the effect of the silk-wrapped garment is better than nothing—not to mention that the holy fire of the holy fire altar is not ordinary. Flame, if the holy fire is really born, the silk-wrapped clothes will be like a mantis in front of it, and it will be humiliating.

Song Wu'an didn't argue with him, nor did he explain anything, he just put the silk wrap around his body with his backhand, turned around and continued walking.In the golden and red corridor, his back is thin, and his shadow drags obliquely behind him, falling on the steps and being divided into several sections.Lu Xuandu looked at the bend that landed on his neck, and felt apprehensive in his heart, always feeling a little ominous.

The slope of the steps was not very steep. Lu Xuandu looked up at Song Wuan who had already stepped into the center of the altar. A string in his mind immediately tightened, and the intuition formed by wandering between life and death for so many years suddenly burst out.With his toes pointing, he flew towards the altar, and the seventh form of the Cloud Bridge Crouching Wave Body Technique, which has not been practiced for decades, surprised the world.

"Wu An! Leave!"

Before he finished speaking, a wave of heat came over the surface.

In the center of the altar, where the ruby ​​jade pot was originally placed, red liquid gurgled out, like a fountain of blood, quickly filling the entire altar along the small hidden grooves on the ground, and the flame pattern hooked up the shape of the pupil.Underground golden butterflies soared into the sky and converged towards the zenith, countless butterfly wings shone incomparably in the sunlight, and the light spots gathered on the ground.Song Wuan calmly watched the golden butterflies ignited by the sun fall to the ground one after another, the kerosene was instantly ignited by the burning golden butterflies, and the golden red fire dragon soared into the sky, circling along the wall all the way to the zenith, and circled from the periphery of the altar. A circle spreads inward.

Song Wu'an's figure was completely submerged in the majestic fire, and Lu Xuandu walked up without stopping.Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Song Wuan suddenly turned his head, and the eyes of the two collided through a curtain of fire that soared into the sky.

Song Wu'an slightly widened his eyes, and the golden flames shook violently in his pupils: "If you want to die, get away!"

Lu Xuandu stopped outside the fire curtain, the scorching air waves made the hair on his forehead curl and burn, and the flying sparks landed on his clothes and burned black holes. He stared at him for a while with a blank expression. , suddenly smiled and said: "Have you ever heard of "Wo Nong Ci"?"

"what?"

"You and me, there is so much love. There are many places of love, and they are as hot as fire."

Lu Xuandu walked slowly towards the blazing flames. The flames ignited his clothes, and he climbed up along the clothes. His steps never slowed down, and he seemed unconscious.

"Take a piece of clay, twist a you, and mold a me."

Song Wuan wanted to stop him, but before he took two steps, he was blocked by the fire: "Are you crazy? I have nothing to do with you!"

"Break the two of us together, and reconcile with water; twist another you, and then mold another me."

Regardless of whether Song Wu'an persuaded him with kind words or stopped him angrily, Lu Xuan still walked towards him step by step on the scorching flames.

"I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud: I was born in the same quilt as you, and died in the same coffin."

Lu Xuandu stood in front of him, most of his body was wrapped in the flames, Song Wuan could even smell the burnt smell on his body, and saw his legs severely burned by the flames.

He gritted his teeth and wrapped him in a silk garment, extinguishing the flames clinging to his body. Lu Xuandu's pale face was turned red by the flames, and his skeletal legs could hardly continue to support his body.Song Wuan quickly supported Lu Xuandu who was about to fall, and Lu Xuandu stretched out his arms to hug Song Wuan tightly, wrapping him in the silk-wrapped garment.

Song Wu'an glanced at the burns on his body, then turned his head, unable to bear to continue watching.Lu Xuandu's weight was almost entirely on his arms, and he looked a little helpless, more regretful: "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" Lu Xuandu said in a low voice, "Look at you, you are not surprised at all, you already knew what would happen, why did you want to die?"

"The golden butterfly leads the way to collapse, and the holy fire burns the world into flying ashes." Song Wuan looked at the fiery flame above his head: "The holy fire is either ignited or extinguished. All the elders still keep the fire. If you prosper, you will live, and if you fail, you will perish. There are only broken pieces of jade. Waquan."

"I said that if you want to save me, I will keep pestering you. If you are broken, I don't want to give up." Lu Xuandu chuckled lightly: "Reconcile with fire, assimilate fly ash, you have me in the ashes, I With you in the ashes, it sounds very good to be able to have the fate of the afterlife and continue today."

"The so-called love, love comes first, fate comes later, you and I are ruthless, how can fate continue. If you really live enough, just wipe your neck with a knife, wouldn't it be much better than this?"

"...It's boring, and it's lonely." Lu Xuandu looked at the flames that were getting closer and lowered his eyelashes: "With you by my side, it's a good company on the road to hell. very good."

"You're a lunatic."

Although Song Wuan was not afraid of going to death, he had no reason to ask Lu Xuandu to accompany him. Dozens of ziplines in his sleeve were nailed into the burning ground and wall in mid-air, weaving into a spiral network.Just as he was about to use the zipline to leave the zenith, a cold front flashed out of the corner of his eye. Song Wuan subconsciously blocked Lu Xuandu behind him, and several rockets pierced through the air and sank into his body.

Lu Xuandu caught Song Wuan's body that was leaning back, and half embraced him in his arms. His legs and feet were badly injured. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been unable to move. The heavy flames led Song Wu'an up and down the zipline for a few breaths, and rushed out from the exit of the zenith.

Song Wuan was seriously injured, and Lu Xuandu was at the end of his battle. After rushing out of the holy fire altar, he was exhausted and fell heavily on the sand pile. In a panic, he flew out with a palm to stabilize Song Wuan , but he was pushed out by the force of the palm, and the whole person rolled down along the sand pile, and he barely stabilized his body after rolling for several weeks.

Coarse gravel rolled on the burned area, even Lu Xuandu was pale and trembling from the pain.Lu Xuan smiled wryly in his heart, since his debut, it was the first time he was in such a mess.He took a deep breath, endured the pain and crawled back to Song Wuan's side.

Song Wuan had six arrows in his body, all of which were in the vital points of the chest and abdomen. If there is no good doctor, there is a high probability that he will die here.This place is located in the desert, even though it is not in the hinterland, it is also lonely and difficult to find a doctor.He walked around in a circle, and all the kings of Qi had been completely buried under the yellow sand. The black storm had just passed, and I am afraid that few people in Yecheng came out of the city at this time.He had hurt his legs and feet, and was not good at walking. He said inwardly that he was sorry, and there was a faint regret in his heart. Since he didn't fully grasp the situation, he shouldn't temporarily bring people into the cities of various kings.

The person lying on the ground suddenly moved, and Lu Xuan almost thought it was his hallucination. He could not die after being shot in six vital points. Could it be that there is really such a fateful person in the world?

Song Wuan coughed softly, feeling a burning pain in his lungs. He blinked and stared at the cloudless blue sky above his head for a moment, then heard Lu Xuandu exclaim in surprise: "Wuan ?”

Song Wuan stared at him covered in yellow sand and dust for a while: "You, thank you..."

"Are you all right?"

Song Wu'an smiled helplessly, tore off his outer robe, revealing the silver soft armor close to his body, and pulled out the crossbow bolts on his body.The crossbow arrows didn't penetrate deep into the body, only hurting the surface of the body, but although the soft armor could barely block the arrows, it couldn't eliminate the impact, and was shocked for a moment to hold his breath.There was a dull pain in the lungs while breathing, probably because a few ribs were broken by the shock, it was not a big deal.

"The soft armor made of fine iron was originally intended to be given to Wei Rui, but later he felt that he probably didn't need it, so he put it on himself. If he didn't have it, he might really die."

Lu Xuan was stunned for a moment, he was in a mess just now, he just thought that Song Wuan was going to die because of this, but he forgot to check his breathing, finally he had to smile wryly: "It's fine."

Song Wu'an sat up reluctantly, pulled out the arrowhead of Yujian and put it into the thousand machine box. He staggered to the side of Lu Xuandu, looked at Lu Xuandu's completely scorched legs, and couldn't tell for a while. What is it like.With such an injury, I am afraid it will be difficult to heal, and it will be difficult for Lu Xuan to walk in the future.

He fixed his ribs, carried Lu Xuandu on his back, and searched for the way with difficulty. After a black storm, the terrain had already changed, and most of the way when he came was buried. Song Wuan had to try his best to identify direction of the city.The injuries on his body are not important, but if Lu Xuandu's injuries are delayed, let alone his legs, he may not be able to save his life.

Just when he was frowning, he saw a camel coming towards the two of them from a distance. Song Wu'an was overjoyed, it was really a rescue from a desperate situation.