One There were large dense clouds gathering in the sky, and the sky was getting dark.
The years were shocked when they heard this, and they opened their mouths and said, "Don't talk nonsense. ” The python's hand was originally covering his chest, but now he let go of it little by little to show her.
Then he saw a thin line running straight from a certain part of his right shoulder to the left, across the whole chest and lungs, all the way to the heart, and then out again.
The years were taken aback, and soon guessed what had just happened The middle-aged man's silver needle pierced her.
The python blocked with his right shoulder, and the silver needle pierced his shoulder.
But the silver needle had no intention of stopping, and was about to pierce through the python's shoulder and pierce her heart.
He was afraid that the silver needle would hurt her, so he forcibly turned around, trying to change the direction of the silver needle.
But he didn't expect the silver needle to be as sharp as a knife, cutting him off in an instant.
Ah, or maybe he did it without hesitation, knowing that the silver needle was sharp, knowing that he might be cut off.
Looking at this picture, his heart was most likely cut in two.
If it weren't for the unique body structure of the horned people, they would have become a cold corpse long ago.
"You hold on," she hurriedly injected Gang Qi into the python's chest and said, "I'll take you back to the city for treatment." ” "You know that I have the blood of the Red Pupil Clan," the python pointed to his chest, and a huge eye was cut in half: "The red pupil ruined me and I can't live" "There must be a way" The years wanted to lift the python, but the upper and lower parts of his body were only connected by an inch-long section of his right chest, and there was a risk of cutting off the upper and lower parts of his body if he moved slightly.
"Even if you want to go back to the city, the monks of the human race will not let you pass," The python shook his head, his face became more and more pale, "The Dharma Pillar of the Descending Camp has not been destroyed yet." ” The years looked at him like this, as if there was a big cold hand tugging at his heart.
It's a pity that the python's cultivation is only half a step away from entering the realm of the red horn.
After becoming a red horn, his soul may be able to remain in the red horn, and there is a way to reshape his body in the future.
And now, his body can't move, and he can't go back to the city for a while, so he can only wait for death The years opened their mouths, but they couldn't say anything.
The clouds seemed to gather on top of her head, darkening her face.
The python said, "I will never be able to protect you again, you must cherish your life."
Although the great cause of the rejuvenation of the clan is important, it is a matter of big people, and it is great that you, a girl, can do this today."
His breath became weaker and weaker, and his gaze gradually wandered, "A matter of the two of you" "If you really like him, he will treat you well, and you can be together."
"But no one can find him if he has to go far" As he spoke, his voice grew lower and lower.
The years hurriedly leaned his ears over, but he could only see his mouth open and close, but he couldn't hear the sound at all.
Later, his mouth stopped moving, but opened stiffly.
The eyes are still open, but the pupils are dilated, and the eyes have long been dimmed.
The head drooped.
The sky suddenly darkened, and thick clouds covered it, as if a shower was coming.
Two "Ah Mang Ah Mang" The years evoked the milk name of the python When she was a child, when the two of them were childhood sweethearts in Swain's house, she used to call him that.
When I grew up, I never called it that again.
She went to feel his pulse, lifeless.
I touched his nose again, and I lost my breath.
She shouted repeatedly: "Ah Mang, Ah Mang" "Ah Mang Ah Mang" The python likes to hear her call him like this.
But this time, no matter how it was called, he didn't respond.
She frantically touched his chest, and kept pouring Gang Qi into it, but to no avail.
"Ah Mang Ah Mang" She sat on the floor, sad to the extreme.
I remembered a lot of things in my head in an instant, and I remembered the picture of two people playing together when I was a child.
In the days of displacement, the python always protects her like a brother.
At that time, his physical body was also very weak, but he always had to protect her strongly.
Many images flashed through her mind, and then quickly disappeared.
She wanted to cry but couldn't, the battle was still going on.
She couldn't cry either.
A fireball flew through the sky, illuminating the python's face as if it was still alive.
Seeing her grief-stricken appearance, the human monks nearby quietly sent her over, trying to understand her with a cold hand.
But the Red Horns are all paying attention to this, and they all shoot desperately, and they must be tired of killing the sneak attacker and sneaking up on the princess with their injuries.
"Your Highness," a red horn said while fighting: "The enemy is ahead, now is not the time to be sad" "Your Highness, the Pillar of Law" "You can't call the python sacrifice in vain." yes, now is not the time to be sad.
She gently lowered the python to the ground.
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A thunderclap rang out.
The rain was pouring down.
She stood up suddenly, raised her palm, and with a "boom", slapped on a Diqiao Realm monk, and unexpectedly slapped his flesh to break with one palm.
The Dao seed escaped wrapped in a divine soul, and was also crushed by her palm.
She slapped one slap after another as if venting, and the Terran Diqiao Realm monks were hit one after another, and another monk was slapped to death by her on the spot.
She fled wildly in the battle formation, sometimes jumping high, sometimes diving to the ground, tirelessly, just wanting to vent, wanting to kill, wanting to avenge the python.
In the center of the fierce battle, two screams were heard in succession.
She turned her head to see two red horns rolling on the ground with their eyes covered.
The Terran Diqiao Realm monks came over one after another to mend their swords.
She swung her spear away, trying to save the two of them.
But it was too late, and a thin line passed through the skulls of the two men like a snake, and only two corpses remained.
The somber laughter of a middle-aged man sounded in his ears "They all have to die."
There is no doubt that the middle-aged man's combat power is the best at the moment.
If he continues to be reckless, not only will it be hopeless to destroy the Pillar, but it is likely that more people will fall here.
The grief and indignation of the years were difficult to suppress, and when he saw this situation, a stone spear rushed straight away.
At this moment, there are about dozens of red horns surrounded here, and seeing this situation, they put down the enemy in their hands at the same time and attacked the middle-aged man.
Dozens of Red Horns joined forces to fight, and the power was terrifying.
But the middle-aged man drove the needle and interspersed it between the crowd, like electricity, and no one could touch him.
When the Terran Heavenly and Human Realm cultivators reflected and joined the battle one after another, it was a chaotic scene of spells colliding, flesh and blood flying, and killing the heavens and the earth.
Once you get into the big melee, there are too many factors that can't be determined.
Cold arrows and cold guns, Red Horn killed the monk, the monk killed Red Horn, I don't know how many people died.
In the case that flying flowers and falling leaves can kill a large number of people, the low-level existence has already retreated outside the battle circle.
But it is always the strange body of the middle-aged man and the strange silver needle that is majestic.
When the fight reached the white heat, I heard a group of red horns shouting one after another, somersaulting in the air one by one, covering their bodies and rolling around somewhere, since the needle was deep.
The Terran monks took advantage of the chaos to give cold hands, and a few red horns in the tea room were killed on the spot.
After listening to their screams, the years were really anxious, sad and angry, but there was no good way to deal with them for a while.
"Dazun," At this time, someone suddenly said loudly: "Disciple of the Cloud Yin Sect, go and catch the disciple of the Cloud Yin Sect, Li Qingyun, I am only afraid of this."
When the middle-aged man heard this, he immediately became furious, "You're looking for death" I searched for the voice, but I didn't find where the speaker was, but I felt that the voice was a little familiar, and I vaguely heard it when I heard it.
The years naturally recognized this as Gu Yousheng's voice, and they didn't care to wonder how he kept up.
He secretly said in his heart: "Isn't this the name of the head of Li Qingyun Yunyin Sect?"
The more she thought about it, the more she understood: "Yes, the first thing this middle-aged man said when he met was to kill my disciple and destroy my sect, and you all have to die today."
This is reasonable only when the head says it.
Since he is the head of the Yunyin Sect, how can he be the master of the only one, and he wants to say that he is a good apprentice, it is all a lie. ” At this point, the situation is extremely dangerous.
Chijiao, who was present, listened to Gu Yousheng's words, and fled out of the battle circle one after another, and saw the monks wearing the clothes of the Cloud Hidden Sect from a distance, killing them with murderous aura.
Li Qingyun shouted angrily and rushed out to stop him, but he could take care of one, two, and three, but he couldn't care about ten hundred.
Besides, none of these red horns can be handled.
When he went to save people, he had a predictable trajectory, unlike before, when he could act as he wanted.
A group of red horns guessed his whereabouts, and now they showed their skills and attacked him as much as possible, and several attacks were fierce, and he could no longer slow down to attack the years.
He wanted to kill these horned demons, but these horned demons grabbed the disciples of the Cloud Hidden Sect as meat shields.
Wherever his needle poked, the Horned Demon held the disciples of the Cloud Yin Sect to block it.
If he dared to kill a horned demon, he would soon hear more than a dozen screams, and the disciples of the Yunyin Sect were pinched and exploded by the horned demon one by one, tearing off their arms, legs and feet, and being divided into several large pieces.
It's really miserable.
He was so angry that he screamed, but he didn't dare to kill the demon easily.
Running here for a while, going there to save the scene for a while, hurrying, taking care of one or the other, but not saving a few living people.
However, although the red horns were killing lively, Li Qingyun was like a ghost, unpredictable, like smoke and clouds, it was extremely difficult to touch, and it was difficult to really hurt him in a short time.
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The years were about to come forward to help, and suddenly heard the voice of Gu Yousheng: "Opportunity, opportunity" She immediately understood, turned her head and left, regardless of the earth-shattering behind her, no matter who provoked her, she rushed straight to the formation pillar It's been a very busy few days, and the updates are not good, sorry sorry: