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The sky was engulfed in gloomy darkness, and suddenly dark clouds covered, and there were bursts of thunder in the distance.

Among the rugged mountain roads, Chu Jiaoli closely followed Mo Wuyou's footsteps. Along the way, Mo Wuyou would sometimes bend down to pick up some flowers and plants and put them into her sleeves, all of which were her unknown herbs.

He said that there was a stronghold hidden outside the imperial capital, as long as she escorted him back, Beigong Tengxiao's antidote would naturally be given to her.

Thinking of this, Chu Jiaoli's eyes were full of sorrow. Her actions this time are undoubtedly letting the tiger go back to the mountain, leaving such a disaster behind. If the Yousheng Sect rises again in the future and endangers Beiming, she will be the number one sinner in the ages. .

However, for the sake of Beigong Tengxiao, she didn't care so much anymore.

Just as she was thinking, the hem of her skirt was torn by a branch and shattered with a "hiss".

Mo Wuyou, who was walking in front, frowned vigilantly, looked back at Chu Jiaoli who was tugging at the hem of her skirt, and saw the cloth hooked on the branch, said in a low voice, "Pick it up."

Chu Jiaoli chuckled, knelt down to pick up the broken clothes, and said, "Master is so powerful, are you afraid of chasing soldiers?"

Mo Wuyou narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly. Being a deserter is really not a good taste, but now his internal energy is exhausted, and his hearing and eyesight are not as good as before. If Chu Jiaoxing leads the pursuers to catch up, I am afraid there is no chance of winning.

He snorted coldly, turned around, and said in a cold voice, "Shut your mouth."

Chu Jiaoli pursed her lips and followed closely behind.

In a blink of an eye, the two came to the bottom of the steep cliff. Chu Jiaoli looked up, and a few drops of cold rain fell on her face. The majestic mountains towering into the clouds were daunting. It hurt her eyes.

The rock wall was wet and slippery by the rain, and a little carelessness caused him to be smashed to pieces.

Chu Jiaoli swallowed, and said, "Is there another way?"

"Crap."

The disdainful tone overflowed from the mouth of the person beside him, Chu Jiaoli looked at him sideways, he was dressed in red, the blood was well hidden, if it wasn't for the blood slowly dripping from the ground and the smell of blood in the air, She didn't even think he was hurt.

In the past, such a height was nothing to Mo Wuyou, but now that his martial arts are useless, is he too self-righteous?

Just thinking like this, Mo Wuyou shook his hand joints, assisted by his saber, and supported the protruding stones on the rock wall with his hands, and climbed up bit by bit.

Chu Jiaoli sighed lightly, ignoring him, started to use lightness kung fu, and jumped up bit by bit.

In the jungle in the distance, there was a bloody smell. Mo Wei stabbed a broken arrow with the logo of the imperial capital into the soldier's neck. died.

She and Wen Ruyu dealt with all the pursuers along the way.

Mo Wei sneered with terrifying viciousness in her eyes, she clenched her teeth and said, "You are worthy of hurting my master?"

"You hurt your leg, don't waste your energy on things that can be solved with a single knife." Wen Ruyu's voice beside him was flat.

As the words fell, Mo Wei looked down at her bandage-wrapped calf, and couldn't help clenching her fists angrily. If she wasn't physically weak, how could she be hurt by that trash?
Now that she is inconvenient to move around, I am afraid that she will drag Mo Wuyou down if she does not go to the new base.

"Don't worry, there's still me." Wen Ruyu looked at the towering cliff, Chu Jiaoli was exercising lightness kung fu, the jumping figure was much faster than Mo Wuyou, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and pointed the crossbow at Aim at the blue figure.

Mo Wei turned her head and saw Wen Ruyu holding a crossbow and looking up the cliff, so she knew who he was aiming at. She frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

Wen Ruyu said with a gloomy voice, "Now is the best time."

"Why did you kill her?" Mo Wei still asked unwillingly.

"Weiwei, you're not that stupid." Wen Ruyu said with a murderous intent in her sharp eyes, "Brother is far more important than Chu Jiaoli, and any possible danger must be killed in the cradle. "

Hearing this, Mo Wei pursed her lips, slowly loosened her clenched hands, turned her back, and stopped looking at him.

The sharp poisonous arrow had just been shot, but there was a gust of wind, and it broke into two pieces in the air with a "pop", and then, a turquoise leaf slowly fell in the air.

Mo Wei was startled, following the direction of the wind, she saw that familiar figure, her eyes couldn't help being sullen, she stood up, and her voice was full of anger: "It's really time for you to appear."

Beigong Tengxiao was dressed in black, his hair at the temples was wet with rain, water dripped from the tips of his hair, and his handsome facial features exuded a cold aura.

He had noticed it when he was going to Xiyu, and he followed Chu Jiaoli from the moment Chu Jiaoli left Xiyu. Chu Jiaoli kept it from him, and was in trouble alone, how could he stand by and watch?

Beigong Tengxiao's thin lips parted lightly, and a soft voice sounded: "If you want to touch Chu Jiaoli, just step over my corpse."

"You..." As soon as Mo Wei was about to walk in front of him, her calf hurt badly, and her eyes were dizzy. Wen Ruyu behind her quickly supported her, hugged her and sat under the tree.

After calming her down, Wen Ruyu turned around, raised her brows lightly, and said, "The emperor must know that the more you use your internal strength, the faster the poison will spread in your body, right?"

At the end of the sentence, Bei Gong Teng Xiao frowned slightly, his chest was already aching.

Wen Ruyu discarded the crossbow, took out the saber from behind, and said, "Weiwei, I promise you, I will keep it."

Beigong Tengxiao's face was gloomy, and he clenched the three-foot green peak in his hand.

As night approached, a torrential rain poured down, and Chu Jiaoli sat cross-legged on the top of the cliff.

With her weak lightness skill, she managed to climb up just now, and Mo Wuyou's figure was not seen for a long time.

There were bursts of thunder above her head, and the rain was continuously dripping down her chin. She calmly looked at the rugged edge, and whispered softly: "Did you fall to your death?"

Just as he was talking, a strong hand stretched out from the edge, firmly grasping the stone, with a push, Mo Wuyou climbed up.

There was surprise in Chu Jiaoli's eyes. Seeing Mo Wuyou leaping up with ease, she couldn't help admiring him from the bottom of her heart. This Mo Wuyou had extraordinary skills. Even if she didn't have internal strength, she might not be his opponent.

The soil on the sword was quickly washed away by the rain, Mo Wuyou glanced at Chu Jiaoli who was sitting on the ground, and said, "Let's go."

Chu Jiaoli nodded, stood up, and followed closely behind.

On the other side, Beigong Tengxiao and Wen Ruyu were on par in strength. After several confrontations, the two were covered in scars, and it was almost a draw.

Blood flowed from the corner of Wen Ruyu's mouth, she sneered, and said, "Beigong Tengxiao, if you continue to fight, if you don't die by my hands, you will die."