Lord of the Night

This time, there is no need to replenish the elixir, and you can use your own strength to delay time again. Since you are full of energy, of course you have to use the drag technique.

The Fengshen Blade is a weapon for annihilation at the critical moment of life and death! It is not the same as delaying time!

Fang Che kept fighting quietly and kept saving people for the main purpose. Because he knew that the real moment of competition had not yet come.

This secret realm cannot be maintained by oneself.

The more complete the combat power, the better.

Moreover, the power of the starry sky spirit liquid can restore the human body to its complete state, and the most important thing is to cleanse the meridians.

After taking the elixir, the effect will be very good again: this is the most valuable thing about the starry sky spirit liquid.

Fang Che originally wanted to wait until forty or fifty hours before taking it out, but now that it has reached thirty hours, he feels that he can no longer delay.

If you delay any longer, I'm afraid you will really drag your own people to death.

…

Outside.

Yanxi Feng is like an ant on a hot pot, walking back and forth like a whirlwind.

"How long?"

After walking a few laps, he asked a question. The timekeeper next to him was so interrogated that his mouth went dry.

"It's been forty-five hours. Always improve your tone!"

"Forty-five hours...forty-five, forty-five..."

Yan Xifeng frowned and turned around: "Why are you so slow? Did you see it wrong?"

Everyone was speechless.

The sixteen saint kings of the Feng family who gathered together closed their eyes and concentrated on regulating their breath. Everyone's chest breathing is consistent, smooth and stable.

They have long been prepared for the upcoming life and death battle.

As long as the door is open, whoever is first in line will die!

Everyone knows this.

Therefore, the Holy King at the top was unwilling to give up his position no matter what.

If you want to die, I will die first!

"What is the possibility of holding on for a hundred hours?"

Yan Xifeng asked.

A Feng Family Holy Emperor master next to him had a solemn face and said softly: "It's hard to say, it's already forty-five hours now. If half of the combat power inside can be left, and the elixirs can still be supplied, we can stay until eighty hours. It’s not a big problem.”

"But I asked about a hundred hours!"

Yan Xifeng said angrily.

"According to the intelligence, there are still 665 people inside, including the company captain, 666."

The old man of the Feng family said with difficulty: "If you want to hold on for a hundred hours, you can only achieve the end unless there are more than six holy kings inside, and the current combat power of 666 cannot be less than 450! A miserable victory!”

"Even so, after waiting for a hundred hours, there will be no more than twenty people who can come out alive."

Another old man with a snow-white beard sighed: "Because, at the point of forty or fifty hours, even if the elixir is still there, the effect of the elixir is less than 30%."

"The most terrible thing is that the spirit cannot be recovered."

"I have been fighting for fifty hours without relaxing at all... and for the next half of the time, it depends entirely on my will."

Finish this sentence.

Everyone was silent in unison.

Sighing softly.

At this point, everyone basically understood: In other words, the possibility of lasting for one hundred hours is extremely small.

But no one could bear to tell the cruel truth.

"Oh shit!"

Yan Xifeng turned around like a crazy bison, blowing air wildly from its nostrils and starting to circle again.

"How many hours has it been?"

"...Forty-five hours and zero is less than a quarter."

Although I was helpless by being asked over and over again by the boss, I still had to answer.

"Wait."

Yan Xifeng sighed softly.

All the Feng family disciples preparing for the battle here have solemn expressions on their faces.

Everyone is weighing it in their minds: The Wind God Blade must have been used six times by now, right?

Everyone looked at each other and saw what the other person wanted to say: Get ready to fight! The hope of surviving is not very high.

"Who is the captain inside?"

The white-bearded old man from the Feng family asked intently.

"You don't care who the captain is!" Yan Xifeng said angrily: "Why are you worrying so much?!"

This question has been asked five or six times, and every time Yan Xifeng came back angrily, and as long as this question was asked, Yan Xifeng's temper would become very bad.

Everyone had no choice but to remain silent.

There was news from Yan Xifeng's communication station.

I hurriedly walked out to a deserted place.

Sent by Xue Fuxiao.

"Is the door not open?" Xue Fuxiao asked.

"It's not open yet," Yan Xifeng said.

"You bastard, if it's not open, it's not open. What do you mean by saying it's not open yet? Are you looking forward to it?!"

Xue Fuxiao actually got angry.

Yan Xifeng felt aggrieved: "Brother Xue, it's not turned on. It must not be turned on!"

"Watch carefully!"

The snow fuxiao was cut off again.

Yan Xifeng sighed, Xue Fuxiao had asked four times in forty-five hours.

It can be clearly seen that Xue Fuxiao is very anxious.

"Hey... I did this errand..."

Yan Xifeng was almost depressed.

Guardian Headquarters.

Dongfang Sansan had a gloomy look on his face. From time to time he rolled his eyes and glanced at Xue Fuxiao sitting on the chair in front of him. He could feel the anger that Dongfang Sansan was trying to hold back in his heart.

Xue Fuxiao's daughter-in-law usually huddled in her chair, not daring to breathe.

"Have you asked?" Dongfang Sansan said with a gloomy face.

"Not open."

Xue Fuxiao complained endlessly in her heart: If you care so much, you should ask yourself!

You make me ask every time, but after asking you are not satisfied.

What should I do? What can I change?

"Three, how about I go out and wait?" Xue Fuxiao said cautiously.

"Sit down! You're not allowed to go anywhere!"

Dongfang Sansan's tone was very stern and domineering.

"...Okay." Xue Fuxiao held her legs together obediently, and then shrank her body deeper into the chair again.

Ever since the fighting started over there, Xue Fuxiao has been imprisoned here and hasn't moved at all.

Even when he asked to go out for convenience, he was rejected: "Hold it in!"

Dongfang Sansan is constantly handling official business, and the speed of handling it is getting faster and faster. His face became increasingly gloomy.

Forty or fifty hours passed, and neither of them rested.

Dongfang Sansan took out the communication jade, looked at it for a while, and then put it back on the table.

Above is the call interface with Fang Yunzheng; he has not told Fang Yunzheng about this matter yet.

Mainly because I didn’t dare to say it.

Now Dongfang Sansan was very nervous. This was the first time in so many years that he was nervous.

Until now, Dongfang Sansan had not thought about how he would explain to Fang Yunzheng if the door opened!

He will definitely come and tear me apart... How dare he...

If Fang Che were in front of him now, a beating and scolding would be absolutely inevitable! Dongfang Sansan can definitely break his thousands of years of persistence in not taking action!

"What are you in a hurry for?"

Moreover, Dongfang Sansan couldn't keep sending messages to Yan Xifeng, as that would probably scare Yan Xifeng crazy.

So he could only press Xue Fuxiao firmly here!

You ask!

You ask again!

You ask again!

Xue Fuxiao was also worried, but she lost her temper after being ordered around.

Obviously, if there is no news from Yan Xifeng, it means the door is not open, and if it is not open, it means he is still alive.

This is a very clear idea, right?

I can think of it all, Sansan can’t think of it?

But Dongfang Sansan kept asking.

Xue Fuxiao was worried and helpless, and she was angry but dared not speak. In comparison, it was triple torture!

Any louder breathing will elicit a fixed death stare.

The pressure is too much!

Finally, Dongfang Sansan finished dealing with the mountainous pile in front of him again, and then rang the bell with a relaxed and gentle smile on his face.

Xue Fuxiao also cooperated and acted cool and comfortable, and the two seemed to be chatting and laughing happily.

The person who came in moved the processed documents away.

The door closes.

Dongfang Sansan's face relaxed slowly, and Xue Fuxiao curled up in a corner of the chair again, trying hard to reduce her body area and sense of presence.

"How many hours has it been?" Dongfang Sansan asked.

"Eighty-six hours." Xue Fuxiao said weakly.

"Isn't it on?"

"Not open."

"Ask."

"good."

Finished asking.

Xue Fuxiao wiped the sweat from her face: "It's indeed not open."

"How much time is left?"

Dongfang Sansan asked.

How much time do you not know how to count? The kids will be fine!

Xue Fuxiao roared in her heart and said honestly: "There are still sixteen hours."

"You're really accurate in your calculations." Dongfang Sansan said with a strange expression.

Xue Fuxiao lowered her head, covering her face.

"Three, I should be about to break through..." Xue Fuxiao tried hard to liven up the atmosphere.

"Oh……"

Dongfang Sansan came over with a death stare: "Can you kill Zheng Yuandong?"

"That can't be done." Xue Fuxiao sighed.

"Then what did you say?" Dongfang Sansan said ruthlessly: "I thought you could defeat the God Centipede!"

"...I was wrong." Xue Fuxiao tried her best to shrink in the chair again.

Suddenly.

Dongfang Sansan frowned when he saw the news. Immediately picked up the communication jade: "Go to Sanchuan City and have a look, as fast as possible!"

Over there, Rui Qianshan flew out immediately.

During this period of time, the air pressure in Dongfang Sansan was low. Although others could not feel it, Rui Qianshan could feel it. He stayed in his small courtyard for several days in a row, neither participating in the drinking party of Wu Daotian and others, nor looking for anyone. Being mean.

He had long wanted to run away.

But Dongfang Sansan didn't have any arrangements and didn't dare to run.

Fortunately, Ninth Brother asked Xue Hanhan to take charge instead of calling me. If it were me, I would probably be tempted to commit suicide now - Rui Qianshan has been thankful for several days.

Every time I think of Xue Fuxiao, I want to take out the communication jade and ask, 'Brother Xue, are you happy? ’; But with great perseverance, I still held back.

Now that I actually received the order to go out, I was so happy.

I sent a message to Xue Fuxiao despite my busy schedule.

Just ran away.

"Brother Xue, hold on!"

Xue Fuxiao's face turned dark when she saw these words!

But something big has obviously happened now, and I can't take care of this bitch. He hurriedly asked Dongfang Sansan: "What's wrong?"

"Something happened outside Sanchuan City."

Dongfang Sansan's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"What's up?"

Xue Fuxiao also became nervous. It was certainly no small matter for Dongfang Sansan to show such an expression.