"Boss!" He heard Yu Wenhu calling himself, but his whole body was as if he had been thrown from a cliff. He felt weightlessness so strong that his stomach suddenly closed in, and he felt sick.

I don't know when my consciousness has drifted away from the sky. When I raise my eyes and settle down, it is no longer the forest in front of me.

It was a high mountain, flowing water, the rainstorm blowing through his throat, the wind rolling up his sleeves, which made Lin Hao feel chilly. When he looked down at his hands, Longyin sword didn't know where it was. Only his pale and thin wrist was sticking out of his wet robe.

At his feet was a cliff, and half of Lin Hao's foot was hanging on the edge of the cliff. Just a little step back, he would fall into the bottomless abyss.

Magic? He wanted to find the answer in a confused brain, but he couldn't figure out what he was going to do. He could only look down at the dark abyss.

No, no, he thought, is this poison? Or the unique ability of monsters? Sword, where is my Longyin sword?

The pale hands felt around his waist, but it was empty. There was no brocade bag embroidered with a bird carrying a plum picture, nor the Dragon singing sword hanging on his side, nor the Yuwen tiger he carried all the way.

This made Lin Hao stop and hang helplessly in the air. Without waiting for him to look around again, the cliff suddenly collapsed.

Countless figures came out of thin air, fell down the cliff with him, and turned into a white smoke on the way.

Although he was entangled in poison and couldn't work hard all over, he was a man who had experienced many battles after all. He didn't need to think about it, so he quickly raised his hands and wanted to strike a sword wind.

On the way, when Lin Hao saw his empty hands, he remembered that he had no dragon chanting sword, so he had to use his fingers as the blade to let the air burst out from his fingertips like an arrow.

But the white smoke was as if alive, once avoided those wind arrows, quickly wrapped around his body.

Obviously, it's just a white smoke that can't be touched, but the suffocation feeling on the body is like a delicate and cool python, tightening your waist, strangling your neck, pressing you down to the abyss.

The air was squeezed out from Lin Hao's lungs, which made his face a little confused and dignified. The spiritual power in the meridians ran quickly again, making him release the real Qi of protecting his body one after another, slightly dispersing the smoke in his throat.

This movement made him suffer from suffocation, and his throat was burning like fire. Suddenly, he got a bit of loose space, which allowed his atrophic lung to draw in a few mouthfuls of life-saving oxygen, and made his suffocated brain work again.

But the wind under him still rolled up the edge of his white robe, hunting in mid air like a few white birds with broken wings.

His arms raised, in the strong and real sense of weightlessness, he began to release his spiritual power, let the air flow gather under his body, trying to slow down the speed of his descent. The wings of firefly and thunder behind him also bounced out and kept flapping behind him.

That pair of eyes covered by the white fog also tried to open wide, trying to break away from the influence of the toxin on their own nerves, but this is not magic, but the evil beast's own poison, in addition to what the outside world can do to him, it is almost impossible for them to heal from the toxin.

Even if it can, it also needs a place to rest, not in this helpless midair.

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