Wolf Three and Wolf Five had indeed anticipated that the thief would not be willing to deal with others peacefully, and also guessed that he had tricks up his sleeve, but they never expected that this would be the case in the end.
The worst situation they don't want to see.
Wan Ziming really never thought about letting Ningxia go. He never thought about saving Ning Xia's life from the beginning to the end.
This is what Ningxia is most worried about. She is the meat ticket
Ning Xia did think that the other party would rise up and take her life, but she didn't expect it would happen so soon.
Just before she had time to remind Zhong Huan to take action, a cold light flashed, a tragic cry of pain, and blood spurted out onto her face, followed by chaos.
Ning Xia's eyes widened, her head was buzzing, and she couldn't hold her breath, as if she was going to faint in the next moment.
Her throat seemed to be pressed down by a heavy stone, and a burst of air rushed out of her chest. The stone was pushed and scratched her throat until blood dripped from her throat. She was speechless for a while.
When she regained her consciousness, she said the two words that had been stuck in her chest, bloody and weak.
"Chonghuan"
Things developed so fast that even though Lang San and the others were prepared, they still couldn't help but be shocked by the situation in front of them.
Thousand Faces Sanren is a desperado. There is no doubt that this person is not a good person, as can be seen from his previous "great achievements". The lives of Ningxia being held hostage are very worrying.
Even if Wolf Three, Wolf Five and others come to the rescue, the possibility of Ningxia surviving safely is still very low, but they still have to try their best.
They also guessed that Wan Ziming would take action in the end. So the moment Wan Ziming showed his ferocious look, Lang San was the first to react and use his light body footwork in order to prevent the other party from killing and silencing him.
Then Wolf Five quickly reacted and rushed forward to rescue the people together.
But it is undeniable that both of them felt heavy at that moment. Wan Ziming's movements were determined to kill someone, and he used nearly 80% of his strength. The possibility of Ningxia surviving this attack was too small, almost impossible.
Even if they rushed over, the rescued Ningxia would most likely have died on the spot.
This made their hearts extremely heavy, and even a little despairing, just like they had watched the holy veins shattering swords in front of them these past few days, feeling deeply powerless.
When will it end? For the sake of the Holy Vein, for those greedy desires, how many innocent lives will have to be sacrificed to end it? Who can tell them?
When the two men went to stop him, they already expected the tragic end that would follow.
But they never expected that before them, even before Wan Ziming, there was someone faster than him, who completely rescued Ningxia from this fatal predicament.
"You" Wan Ziming's body froze like a kite with its string broken, and he couldn't help but take half a step back. Fortunately, he still remembered that there was a cliff behind him so that he could lean back completely, otherwise he could get his lunch immediately.
Of course, he is not far away from receiving a lunch box now.
His eyes widened and were filled with bloodshot eyes. Deep in his eyes, there was still a fierceness and pride that had no time to dissipate. He only had time to say "you", and blood spurted out from his mouth, turning it red. All over the floor.
There was a simple sword stuck in his chest, hitting his heart, passing through his heart, and nailing him there. It was probably because his heart was still beating, and the hilt of the sword was trembling.
How could things become like this? Until this moment, Wan Ziming couldn't figure out what happened.
How did this kid dodge his sword and how did the sword penetrate his chest? Everything happened so fast that even I didn't know what happened.
He obviously wanted to kill this kid. Why would the person being killed now say anything about him?
Killing him would kill him. Wan Ziming stared blankly at the sword that passed through his heart. He didn't understand his situation for a moment. He seemed to understand but also didn't understand.
Then his reason was quickly swallowed up by the panic of annihilation and the endless desire for violence.
Blood and blood are all blood and he is going to die. Is it her, them or him. Damn it all, die to me. His pupils were red, and a burst of black energy rose up from his whole body.
The source of this breath was strange, giving off an ominous feeling, and instantly swallowed up a nearby weed. Then, they formed groups of pitch black bodies and rushed towards Ningxia not far away with great speed.
not good. The three wolves and the five wolves shouted secretly in their hearts, urging their feet to rescue Ningxia from this unknown black energy.
The incident just now startled them, so much so that they hesitated for a moment before they realized how to rush to save people.
Now it's too late to think about what happened just now. Since someone stopped them for them, no matter who it is, rescuing people is the first priority.
Fortunately, these two men moved quickly enough to lead Ningxia forward before the black mist drifted over, and they were able to pull Ningxia away from the danger zone in one fell swoop. Since then, Ningxia has completely fallen out of the Thousand Faces Sanren trap.
"Chong Huan, Chong Huan is still there." Ning Xia, who was carried away, struggled as if waking up from a dream, very excited, as if he was about to pounce again, but was held down by Lang Wu.
After receiving Lang San's signal, Lang Wu forcefully pulled Ning Xia back and retreated to the protective circle of the disciples behind him. Wolf Three, on the other hand, stared at the half-kneeling figure vaguely in the black mist behind the black mist.
Not long after Ningxia and the others dispersed, a creepy sound came from the black mist, as if they were being tortured. One after another, broken roars, just listening to them is painful.
This voice was that of Qian Mian Sanren just now, and it was unmistakable.
He was shrouded in black mist, and his half-kneeling body kept twisting in the black mist, and his limbs moved in an unnatural rhythm. Then he stretched his hands and torso and leaned back, as if something was twitching in his body, making a more tragic sound than before.
I don’t know if it’s their illusion or not. This man's figure is indeed shrinking, his muscles are shrinking, and the muscles attached to his limbs and torso are disappearing little by little, and they are as dry as if they were deflated.
Suddenly, the screams suddenly stopped, and the world returned to silence in an instant. The gleaming white light lit up in the darkness, first as a small group, and then spread outwards, dispersing the black mist little by little, making them disappear.
The place that was originally occupied by the black mist has now been completely cleared. There is no black mist, only a dense white skeleton, and something on the chest is shining strangely in the moonlight.
"Goodbye Master." A voice so soft that it was almost inaudible sounded in Ningxia's ears. It seemed like it was not there, like a dream.
Isn't this a dream? There is nothing left.
"Chong Huan" Ning Xia, half lying in Lang San's arms, bit her lip and finally shouted vaguely. Tears fell instantly, blurring her world.
How she wished this was just a dream. Unfortunately, no.
