The sword, which can be called the ultimate spiritual energy, seemed to have pierced steel and could no longer move forward. The powerful counterattack force made the Seven Star Saint's arms numb and his jaws were about to burst.
And the person struck by the sword was not a mandrill, but a young man in white with a smile on his face.
Zhong Wen!
Seeing the opponent's appearance clearly, the Seven-Star Saint was shocked. He kicked the ground with both feet and jumped back without hesitation.
"Zhong Wen, keep him!"
A woman's voice, as gentle and melodious as the singing of an oriole, came from the side.
"Okay!"
Zhong Wen grinned, slightly bent his legs, and then he jumped up from the ground and shot towards the retreating direction of the Seven Star Saint. He was really as fast as lightning, and he didn't look like a person who had lost his spiritual power.
But in half a breath, he actually came first, passed the Seven Star Saint, slapped a palm with his backhand, and lightly hit the opponent's Tianling Gai.
The Seven-Star Saint never expected that his speed would reach an incredible level. In panic, he hurriedly turned sideways and barely avoided the palm. At the same time, he raised his sword and slashed at Zhong Wen's right arm.
"Dang!"
However, when this magical weapon that had experienced three lightning tribulations struck Zhong Wen, it was easily bounced back. Apart from a small cut on his coat, it failed to cause any harm to him. On the contrary, Qixing The saint was so shocked that half of his body was numb and he almost lost his weapon.
Zhong Wen smiled slightly, took the opportunity to raise his right foot and kicked his left shoulder hard.
The Seven-Star Sage felt a sharp pain coming from his shoulder, and he flew backwards involuntarily. With a "pop" sound, he fell down not far from Ghost Mandrill and the others, with half of his head stuck in the ground. In the middle, he looks indescribably funny and embarrassed. How can he still have the air of a saint?
Without spiritual power, the dignified saint couldn't even catch Zhong Wen's kick.
However, at this time, Gui Mandrill completely ignored his thoughts and focused all his attention on Ran Sujuan.
I saw a beautiful woman in a fluttering pink dress holding the dying Ran Sujuan in her arms. While using her white jade-like right hand to feel her pulse, she put her left index finger on the end of her nose, looking into her deep and beautiful eyes. There was a faint hint of pity in it.
This beauty in a pink skirt is naturally Nangong Ling, the chief disciple of Piaohua Palace and the chief think tank of the coalition forces who is traveling with Zhong Wen.
"How is she?" Ghost Mandrill hesitated for a long time and finally asked stammeringly.
"My heart was stabbed and the injury was extremely serious." Nangong Ling glanced up at him and said softly, "If he doesn't receive medical treatment, I'm afraid he won't survive for a moment."
The man in front of him had a ferocious look on his face, and was covered in bruises and blood. At first glance, he looked like a ghost crawling out of hell. When an ordinary woman saw him, she would be so frightened that she would turn pale and run away.
Moreover, the last time they met, the two sides were still in a hostile relationship.
However, who was Nangong Ling? With just one glance, he could guess the relationship between him and the woman in his arms from Gui Mandrill's worried eyes. Instead of being afraid, he actually released some of his feelings towards her. bona fide.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
"Can, can you save her?" Ghost Mandrill's voice unconsciously contained a hint of pleading.
After living for nearly thirty years, this was the first time he spoke to others in such a tone.
He turned to look at Zhong Wen and asked, "Zhong Wen, is this girl...?"
In fact, through Ran Sujuan's clothes, she had roughly guessed the identity of the injured woman, and asking Zhong Wen was just to verify it.
"This Sister Ran is a disciple of the Wen Dao Academy." Zhong Wen answered truthfully.
"Since you are one of our own, you might as well save me." Nangong Ling nodded slightly, and then asked, "Do you have any life-saving pills on you?"
"This..." A look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on Zhong Wen's face, "It's all in the ring. Now that I don't have spiritual power, I can't take it out for a while."
"You..." Nangong Ling couldn't laugh or cry, shook his head and sighed, then took out a small bottle from his arms, removed the cork, and poured out a snow-white, translucent elixir with golden stripes on the surface. , "Finally, Sister Ran is very lucky. I still have the last Life and Creation Pill in my body. I must be cautious in this 'Jue Ling Tian Realm'."
As she spoke, a strong and fragrant medicinal fragrance instantly filled the mountains and forests. She did not hesitate, but directly sent the elixir between Ran Sujuan's lips.
"嘤咛!"
But for a moment, Ran Sujuan, who was originally pale and had almost stepped into the coffin with one leg, slowly opened her eyes. Although her eyes were still blurred, her expression was no longer as painful as before.
"Woman, you, you wake up!"
Seeing her regaining consciousness, Ghost Mandrill couldn't help but be overjoyed. For a moment, he forgot about the pain in his body and blurted out.
However, Ran Sujuan did not respond. She just glanced at him, then turned her head and stared at the ground blankly, unwilling to speak again.
In the blind spot of Ghost Mandrill's vision, she could see that her pretty face was full of pain and confusion.
When she saw Gui Mandrill in danger before, she was so anxious that she risked her life to block the sword without thinking. Now that she was saved by Nangong Ling, she gradually came to her senses and recalled that the man in front of her did not hesitate to kill the man in order to seek revenge from the Saint Wen Dao. He pushed himself to the ground, not caring about the friendship between the two, and an indescribable cramping feeling instantly surged into his heart.
For a moment, she couldn't tell whether she was an enemy or a friend with Mandrill, and how she should get along with him, so she had to choose silence.
"Zhong Wen, come here."
From the corner of his eye, he saw that the Seven-Star Saint had regained his mobility and was struggling to pull his head out of the soil. Nangong Ling stretched out his jade-white catkin and waved gently to Zhong Wen.
"What are your orders from Sister Nangong?"
Zhong Wen was well aware that she was extremely intelligent, so he hurriedly listened to her. A faint fragrance of virginity suddenly came from his nose, and his mind swayed slightly unconsciously.
"Can the person who released the 'Jue Ling Heavenly Realm' be able to untie it?" Nangong Ling put her lips close to him and whispered in his ear.
"This..." Zhong Wen recalled the contents of the book in his mind and replied in detail, "Theoretically, the caster can unlock this domain at any time as long as he refines another domain-breaking ball. However, in ancient times, At that time, most of the people who released the 'Jue Ling Heavenly Realm' were dead soldiers who gave up themselves in order to trap the enemy. They would never carry this kind of realm-breaking ball with them. Otherwise, once it falls into the enemy's hands, wouldn't it be a failure?"
"This seven-star saint acts cautiously and cherishes his life very much." Nangong Ling blew the breath into his ear, which made him feel itchy in his heart. "How can he look like a dead soldier?"
"What sister means..." Zhong Wen's eyes lit up, and he vaguely understood what she meant, "Can he unlock this domain?"
"I understand the thoughts of people like him best." Nangong Ling nodded and said, "It is absolutely impossible to put yourself to death, but you must not force it too much, you must..."
After receiving instructions from her, Zhong Wen nodded repeatedly, then stood up and looked at the location of the Seven Star Saint with a smile.
Huh?
Why are there so many more?
The sight in front of him made him slightly stunned.
I saw several figures appearing next to the seven-star saint who was originally alone. I don't know when.
It is the master from the Stranger Valley and the dark spirit ghost attendant secretly cultivated by Mo Disheng.
"Kill them all!"
With the reinforcements, the Seven-Star Saint immediately calmed down a lot, and uttered four words coldly in his mouth, but he just stood there without any thought of charging into the battle.
These figures received the order and rushed towards Zhong Wen and others without hesitation.
"What will change if a few more people die?" Zhong Wen sighed, clenched his fists, and his bones made a "click" sound, and then he took steps to meet the people who were rushing over.
Taking this opportunity, Nangong Ling took out a few more ordinary pills to replenish his physical strength and handed them to Gui Mandrill. He then pulled out the sword at his waist and scanned all directions with vigilant eyes.
"careful!"
The warning sound of the ghost mandrill was heard next to her ears. Her pupils were slightly opened, her lotus feet touched the ground, her delicate body jumped up, and she stretched back a foot. When she looked back, she only saw the position where she was originally standing. She didn't know when she had already Shrouded in a cloud of pink smoke.
However, Ran Sujuan, who was immersed in pain, was not as alert as the other two. She was instantly surrounded by weird smoke. Her delicate body trembled slightly and her lips opened slightly, as if she wanted to call for help, but she didn't even make a sound. , then "thumped" to the ground and fainted.
"boom!"
At this time, the mandrill had already found the person who cast the smoke. With his right arm like the wind, he knocked him to the ground with an elbow, and then punched him again until his eyes popped out and his seven orifices were bleeding. There was no sound.
As the man with a special physique and the ability to cast hypnotic smoke was killed, the pink smoke that filled the mountains and forests gradually dissipated, revealing Ran Sujuan's soft face and graceful figure again.
However, before Gui Mandrill could breathe a sigh of relief, another swift shadow suddenly passed in front of the two of them. The speed was too fast to be caught with the naked eye. Passing by Ran Sujuan, he actually picked up her soft and delicate body. Then it turned into a shadow and disappeared around the corner of the mountain road.
"Asshole, put her down!"
Seeing Ran Sujuan being kidnapped in front of him, how could Gui Mandrill bear it? He shouted angrily, took long steps, and ran as fast as the wind, chasing after the phantom.
The hesitation in Nangong Ling's beautiful eyes flashed away, and he glanced back at Zhong Wen, who was showing off his power and beating all the enemies until they cried for father and mother. Then he moved his jade feet and chased after Ghost Mandrill. go out.
