The right arm that fell to the ground was still holding the sword.
Wang Bing looked at it blankly and didn't react for a while.
Soon, severe pain came from the broken arm, and he pressed the smooth mirror-like wound on his shoulder with a look of horror.
The pain ripped open and jumped from the wound like a trembling piece of music, bursting into his mind and exploding suddenly.
"Ah!" Wang Bing let out a miserable howl. He staggered back, looked around and shouted angrily:
"who!!!"
"boom!"
There was a thunder in the distance, approaching from far away. The lightning penetrated the thin morning fog and formed a figure as cold as an iceberg in front of Wang Bing.
"You are..." Wang Bing looked horrified. Just as he was about to speak, his whole body collapsed backwards, as if someone was pressing the lotus leaf on the pond and submerging it into the water.
Wang Bing's whole body crashed into the earth wall behind him. The yellow sand turned into mist and turned into a knife. The next moment, it was about to shoot through Wang Bing's body.
But the next moment, Wang Bing's body disappeared, leaving only a large hole in the collapsed earth wall and yellow smoke.
Zhao Wujiang glanced at the two figures standing on the skinny sycamore tree not far away.
One is Wang Bing, and the other is a man in gray robe carrying two swords.
He didn't pay attention, but slowly walked towards the three women who were protected by the light shield.
Every step he took, his appearance changed. When he walked in front of the mask, he had become his original appearance.
Handsome and graceful, with a gentle smile.
"Zhuge Xiaobai, remove the mask." His brows were gentle, trying to look as approachable as possible.
He didn't break Zhuge Xiaobai's light shield because he didn't want Zhuge Xiaobai to be injured again.
After all, Zhuge Xiaobai has been protecting Dugu Mingyue and the others with a light shield.
Zhuge Xiaobai was shocked and quickly figured out what was going on. He raised his hand and the light barrier dissipated.
But Zhuge Xiaobai did not relax, because he saw the two people on the sycamore tree not far away.
Wang Bing, who was seriously injured and feeling weak, and Li Shancun, who was carrying two swords.
Li Shancun is a powerful person of his generation who is the head of the Li family in China.
According to the latest news from Wanbao Pavilion, Li Shancun is already the Six Tribulations Master.
The Six Tribulations Venerables of the Li family were almost equal to the eighth-level Venerables among ordinary forces.
Because the Li family's technique of cause and effect is extremely powerful, the true self and super self can temporarily increase the strength a lot.
He had seen it with his own eyes in Daolian's secret realm.
Wang Bing was able to escape from Zhao Wujiang's series of attacks, and it must have been Li Shancun who had been hiding in secret.
It seems that the Wang family and the Li family have joined forces.
Zhuge Xiaobai, who knew some inside information, knew that this was not good news.
next to.
Dugu Mingyue held Zhao Wujiang's hand tightly. Her eyes were misty and she kept looking over Zhao Wujiang's face. She wanted to confirm that Zhao Wujiang was really alive. What she saw now was not Hallucinations before death.
Qing'er bit her lip tightly with her silver teeth. She was a sword cultivator, and just now she felt a simple and unpretentious sword energy passing by.
She didn't expect that the owner of this sword energy was actually Zhao Wujiang.
It was Zhao Wujiang that she and her sister thought about day and night.
Sister Mingyue had already identified Zhao Wujiang and threw herself into her arms. She tightly wrapped her arms around Zhao Wujiang's waist and never let go for a moment, sobbing silently in Zhao Wujiang's arms.
Her mood fluctuated greatly, and the grievances of the past two years exploded in her heart. She punched Zhao Wujiang on the shoulder, one punch after another, and tears filled her face.
There were too many words to say, and when they came to his lips, there was only a heart-wrenching cry.
"Wow!"
Qing'er cried loudly.
Zhao Wujiang sighed and hugged her into his arms.
In the freezing cold wind, Zhuge Xiaobai stared at the two people on the sycamore tree, the atmosphere was solemn.
Xiao Nianxia stood there cutely, her two little hands tangled together. She didn't understand why her mother was crying and her aunt was crying too. Who was this tall man? She had never seen him before, but it felt like he was there. I haven't seen it anywhere.
She could only stare at her little feet and a pink flower on her shoes.
The world isolates me and lets it ridicule me. I only keep my silence...
