Xing Zhiying pulled the reins and took Sanjimar off the horse. As she approached quickly, she said anxiously: "Brother, look at it quickly. Sister Sanjimal seems to be dying!"
Huangfu Yingyang was eager to obey the authority and had no time to consider the differences between men and women, so he stepped forward to take Sanjimar's body.
After looking carefully up and down, Huangfu Yingyang said solemnly: "The wound on my niece's throat must be treated as soon as possible, and the other five major wounds cannot be delayed. Mao Ya, please put some clothes on her first, and don't catch the cold again." .”
After saying that, he took out medicine, stones and other items from the package that came with his mount. Xing Zhiying knew that Huangfu Yingyang had been prepared for it. Feeling relieved, he took off his cloak and wrapped it around Sanjimar's body. At the same time, he put his palms on his vest and slowly crossed in. Infuriated.
Xing Zhiying's physique is different from ordinary people. She is able to absorb the cold air around her. Coupled with the pure yin energy penetrating her blood vessels, she can eliminate the condensation all over Sanjimar's body in a short time. Then she heard a low moan coming from her throat, and said intermittently: "Evil thief... Buddha will punish you... go to hell..."
Perhaps because of his confusion, his words were not only slightly broken, but also mixed with local dialects in Chinese.
Although Xing Zhiying didn't understand what he meant, she finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Sangjimar speaking. Then she looked at Huangfu Yingyang and said, "Brother, can sister Sangjimar be saved?"
Huangfu Yingyang had already started to bandage Sanjimar's wound. Hearing this, he sighed softly and said: "My niece is seriously injured. Whether she can survive depends on God's will. Let's do our best and obey God's will."
Xing Zhiying was sad and resentful at the same time. She gritted her teeth and said: "Sirius Tianlang is unswervingly evil, and he really deserved his death. I must kill him and give justice to Sister Sanjimar!"
Huangfu Yingyang coughed and said: "There is no need to rush to kill Lord Tianlang. When my niece recovers smoothly, we can go out together to hunt for him."
After saying this, he couldn't help but cough, and his face became even more gloomy. Xing Zhiying woke up when she saw this, and quickly asked with concern: "Brother is sick again? Do you want me to help you?"
Huangfu Yingyang shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, I can still hold on. We'll talk about it after we meet up with Brother Hatule."
Xing Zhiying didn't dare to disobey, but still took the initiative to approach. The cold air around Huangfu Yingyang was slowly absorbed by her, and his condition improved greatly.
After a moment of relative silence, Huangfu Yingyang finally finished cooking for Sanjimar, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay for the time being. Let's leave immediately."
Unexpectedly, as soon as he relaxed, he suddenly felt the cold air rushing to his heart, and his face also turned an icy blue color.
Xing Zhiying looked at him clearly, her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly supported Huangfu Yingyang and said, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Huangfu Yingyang forced a smile and said: "I can't die, I just feel... so cold..."
He couldn't help but stumble as he spoke, his mind was spinning, and then he closed his eyes and fell backwards silently.
Xing Zhiying was shocked and turned pale. She used all her strength to hold Huangfu Yingyang's body, and shouted quickly: "Brother! Brother, what's wrong with you?!"
Huangfu Yingyang didn't respond, he just gritted his teeth so hard that even the bones around him began to make continuous crackling sounds.
Xing Zhiying saw Huangfu Yingyang's complexion suddenly turn dark blue, and suddenly remembered the situation when he was ill. She didn't want to be shy anymore, and quickly hugged Huangfu Yingyang tightly, hoping in her heart that this method could save him one more time.
However, Huangfu Yingyang's whole body seemed to be frozen. Although the cold air was continuously absorbed by Xing Zhiying, his body temperature did not rise at all, but became even colder.
Xing Zhiying couldn't help but feel frightened, secretly wondering that Huangfu Yingyang could take the initiative to hug her last time, but why there was no response this time? Is it true that he is destined to die here today?
When her heart was full of confusion, her tears rolled down one after another. Xing Zhiying didn't know what to do with herself for a moment, but then she suddenly heard a sneer: "What a couple of bitches, they are doing this in such a low-key manner so early in the morning. thing."
Xing Zhiying was shocked and angry when she heard the words. When she followed the voice and left, she couldn't help but secretly complain. However, she saw that the person who spoke was wearing a wolf-skin jacket and high-top riding boots. He was none other than "Sirius Lord". It's just that he is not wearing the wolf-headed soul crown at this time, and his entire face is exposed, which makes him look even more ferocious and vicious.
Lord Tianlang also saw Xing Zhiying's face clearly, and couldn't help but change his face, and said with a smile: "So it's you, a girl, no wonder I killed dozens of wolves, huh? Is your mistress dead?" Is it done?"
Xing Zhiying was feeling sad, and when she heard this, she gritted her silver teeth with hatred, and then stood up to have a life-and-death showdown with Lord Tianlang.
But thinking that Huangfu Yingyang's life or death was uncertain, Xing Zhiying could only swallow her anger, and stared at Tianlang Zun with eyes that were almost ready to spit fire: "Bitch thief! Have you forgotten how you were defeated last time?"
Lord Tianlang raised his eyebrows and shouted: "What a girl, you want to open a dyeing workshop after giving you three points of color? Humph! Today I vow to avenge my shame. Not only will I send your concubine to the west, but you guys The two girls can’t escape.”
After saying that, Lord Tianlang raised his left arm, holding a three-foot Burmese steel sword in his hand, and then said with a ferocious smile: "I have always practiced swordsmanship. Last time, I suffered from the disadvantage of weapons. Today, I will let you see me. The left-handed sword technique.”
Xing Zhiying saw Sirius approaching step by step with a sword. Although she was still worried about Huangfu Yingyang's illness, she could not sit still and wait for death.
At the moment, she could only suppress the grief and anger in her chest, and suddenly jumped up, pointing the sword edge at the chest of Lord Sirius, and screamed: "Bitch thief! I will definitely kill you today!"
Lord Tianlang raised his eyebrows and said with an evil smile: "Young girl, you are very harsh, but I am reluctant to kill you on the spot. I must wait until I get tired of playing with you."
Xing Zhiying was so angry that her delicate body trembled violently, and without replying, she thrust out her sword and stabbed at him. It was the killing move "Hongyi Tianshuang" in Tianshan swordsmanship.
This move is not only faster than lightning and extremely agile, but also hides all kinds of clever back moves. It can be called the proud work of the Tianshan Sect. Xing Zhiying was worried about Huangfu Yingyang's safety. At this time, she wanted a quick decision and had already used her special skills.
Lord Tianlang didn't dare to underestimate him. The Burmese steel sword in his hand was like spring clouds spreading out. When the sword was sealed, it moved like a spiritual snake. Yao Yao didn't know where it was. It turned out to be an excellent sword move.
The swords and steel knives clashed in an instant, and amidst the clanging sound, two rays of silver light intertwined and flashed, and the dazzling light made people dare not look at it.
Xing Zhiying was full of confidence with the sword in hand. Unexpectedly, Tianlang Zun's Burmese steel sword is extremely flexible. Not only is it not afraid of sharp edges, but it can also take advantage of the situation. The blade repeatedly strikes from unexpected places, which is very different from ordinary fighting methods. It seems to be without any rules, but in fact it is full of murderous intent.
After all, Xing Zhiying's actual combat experience is still very weak. Now that she encountered such a strange knife technique, she was surprised and panicked. After a while, she was overwhelmed and exhausted. Self-protection was not enough, so how could she have the power to make a quick decision?
