She slowly pulled out the red-faced sword that was lying across her left elbow, waiting for the opportunity to move.

However, after waiting for a long time, the person whose voice was as sharp as pig iron seemed to have sensed her intentions, and he did not speak again.

The entire corridor, which was filled with white bones, once again returned to the tranquility of a tomb.

Quiet, deathly still.

However, Shang Tianxiang's heartbeat suddenly intensified, plopping, plopping, plopping...... It's not because of fear, but because of the excitement of measuring success or failure before making a move.

This is something she had never done when she had killed people before.

In the past, before every killing, she was always at peace, as if she was about to enjoy a rare feast, and even like the kind of touching and kissing in bed before the Zhou Gong ceremony with a man she liked.

However, this time, even she didn't understand why her heartbeat was so violent, was it because she met a rare master this time?

In the past, when she met a handsome and chic man who also had good kung fu in bed, wouldn't her heartbeat be so intensified?

Her hand holding the sword instantly stiffened there;

And at this moment, time seems to have begun to stand still, but her heartbeat is getting stronger and stronger, and it is getting more and more intense......

However, she needed to act as soon as possible.

Her true power was slowly being devoured by the gossip skeleton patterns that were spreading on her body, and Lan Yutang's five senses and true power seemed to have completely dissipated.

Now, she has become the only hope to get out of this road.

She couldn't wait any longer.

And for them at this moment, time is of the essence.

Time didn't allow her to go on like this.

Not only are their true power and five senses slowly dissipating, but also because the "Three Days of Floating Life" only gave them three days of life, and now they still have twelve hours of life.

If they can't get the antidote to the mysterious man within twelve hours, then even if they find an exit, they will probably become a puppet that has been toyed with.

Thinking of this, Shang Tianxiang was already drenched in sweat, large beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, and the hand holding the sword had even begun to waver.

If she hadn't been able to quickly figure out where the mysterious man was hiding and deliver a swift blow to him, she might have lost faith in herself very quickly.

In this dark, narrow and dreary corridor, in this eerie environment full of bones like a tomb, it is easy for people to lose their will.

She didn't move, and neither did Lan Yutang.

Lan Yutang's whole body was soft, as if he had lost the strength to move.

The battle just now had consumed all of his true power, and the use of his true power had driven the accelerated circulation of the "Three Days of Floating Life" Gu poison in his body.

At this moment, there were originally twelve lives left in the dust, but I am afraid that there are only half of them left.

Therefore, he could only hold the torch there and wait with Shang Tianxiang.

But they waited, waited...... It was as if the two mysterious men had suddenly disappeared from the hole, and could no longer make any sounds.

And Shang Tianxiang's hand holding the sword has always maintained a posture of attacking at any time, and the person didn't move, she just stood there holding the sword and waiting.

In such a dark day, almost suffocating corridor, even they themselves had no idea how long they had been waiting and how much time had passed.

Now, they don't have anything left to do but wait.

Although Lan Yutang's real strength has been exhausted, and his whole body is sore, he still has a lazy and uninhibited appearance on his face, as if he is confident, and he is not in a hurry at all.

However, only he knows that, in fact, he can't wait any longer.

If that person doesn't show up again and keeps them waiting, maybe he will really do something impulsive like Shang Tianxiang.

Even if he tried his best to stabilize his emotions...... Stable...... Re-stabilization......

He took a long breath, and his hand had already held the jade flute tightly, pushing the remaining true power that had been gathered in the dantian onto his hand, the jade flute......

The blood-red, rose-like immortal jade flute slowly pushed out and placed it on the side of his mouth, as if he was going to make a final life-and-death fight at this critical juncture.

It's just that I don't know, is it the Phoenix Town Requiem or the Phoenix Night Requiem that he used this time?

The low, slow sound of the flute finally sounded, and in the dull and narrow corridor it sounded like the bud of a rose that was slowly blooming in the middle of the night stained with dew.

The low and psychedelic sound of the flute immediately filled the entire narrow and dull corridor, and the heavy stone walls around it immediately reflected the low sound of the flute, making people feel like a boulder that had been pressed on their chest, not only unable to move, but also unable to breathe.

The sound of this last fight had poured all of Lan Yutang's bets, even his life, so at this moment, although his internal strength had been greatly reduced, his power was not inferior to that before he was not poisoned.

And so, such a flute sound was not directed at her Shang Tianxiang, but now even she feels a little depressed, and she almost can't help vomiting.

The surrounding stone walls seemed to have been hammered by some invisible force, and the lime powder that had been forced into crumbs continued to fall down and smash beside the two of them.

And the white bones in the corridor were even more vulnerable, like ropes tied in the sound of the flute, all floated up, colliding with each other in mid-air, shattering, breaking, and then, turning into sharp swords, flying in all directions, smashing the stone wall to the ground with a loud sound.

This invisible flute sound could not only destroy the enemy's nerve center and inflict a fatal blow, but at the same time, it formed a huge layer of qi around Lan Yutang and Shang Tianxiang.

This layer of qi was like a huge barrier, completely enveloping their bodies, protecting them from the sudden attack of inexplicable forces from the outside world.

In the midst of this low, psychedelic flute, the voice as sharp as pig iron finally rang out, but it was not the sound of him speaking, but—

It was the sound of the person who seemed to be unable to resist the heavy depression brought by Lan Yutang's low and psychedelic flute sound, and suddenly fell from the stone wall above them.

After the sound, Lan Yutang noticed that a thin gap suddenly flashed in a stone wall not far from their side.

And there seems to be a faint light coming out of this gap, temporarily illuminating the narrow and lengthy corridor.

And the man suddenly rose from the ground, turned into a yellow light, like a wounded weasel, and slipped into it in one fell swoop.

Lan Yutang and Shang Tianxiang had long been ready to fight back in the enchantment of the sound of the flute, and when they saw this yellow shadow falling and rising and planning to escape, of course they would not give up this excellent opportunity to attack.

As soon as the yellow shadow fell, Shang Tianxiang's red-faced sword immediately stabbed towards it quickly, like a long arrow off the string, and suddenly came.

In the end, although he was not stabbed, he still startled the man.