Feeling the sharp pain coming from his chest, Zhong Wen finally changed his expression.
He felt the strength in his body draining rapidly along the wound. Waves of weakness came over him crazily. His body swayed slightly and he almost lost his balance.
Lin Xingyue's "Star Picking and Moon Hand" was as fast as lightning, colorless and invisible. It actually broke through the defense of the Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique. It passed by his heart unnoticed and rubbed against the epicardium. There was a deep wound.
Zhong Wen quickly stabilized his body, and the five-yuan magic was fully activated. The violent devouring power swept through the world, continuously sucking the surrounding spiritual power into his body. The blood color gradually returned to his pale cheeks.
He knew that Lin Xingyue had already pierced his heart and died if he had been just a moment too slow to hide.
"Little guy, you dare to attack our A-Xian."
Before Zhong Wen could fully recover, Lin Xingyue's wind chime-like voice suddenly came to his ears. It was delicate and playful, and it was indescribably touching, "You are so courageous!"
"laugh!"
His heart trembled, and he hurriedly turned around. Before he could see Lin Xingyue's shadow, his shoulder blade was penetrated by an unknown force from nowhere, and blood splattered everywhere again.
Under the severe pain, Zhong Wen's face turned pale, his teeth clenched, and it was difficult to hold back from screaming.
He's not someone who's afraid of getting hurt.
When he was sucked dry by Lin Bei using the Netherworld Naxuan Kung Fu, for just a short moment, he even saw the scenery of the other side of the world.
However, neither Lin Bei nor Ye Jiangnan's attack caused him as much pain as it did right now.
He had never even expected that this level of pain existed in the world.
Is this the hand that reaches for the stars and reaches for the moon?
Is it really the same secret book that Senior Lin Xingyue and I practiced to practice the Star Reaching and Moon Hands?
He received two inexplicable blows, and although he luckily avoided the vital parts, Zhong Wen was still so painful that he doubted his life, and his momentum suddenly fell to the bottom.
"boom!"
Taking advantage of the moment when he was distracted by the severe pain, Cong Youxian saw the opportunity, raised his hand gently, and struck out with a palm like lightning, and struck a colorful scattering flower heart-breaking palm with his backhand, hitting Zhong Wen's chest without any hesitation. .
After all, the spiritual pattern body refining technique he had re-cultivated had not yet reached its peak, and Cong Youxian was one of the most powerful people in the world. Countless petals fell on Zhong Wen like raindrops. They seemed to melt like snow, but the damage was real. The presence.
With each petal he received, Zhong Wen's face became a little paler. When all the hundreds of petals disappeared, there was no trace of blood on his face, and the spiritual patterns on his skin became extremely dim, as if he was going to die at any moment. Completely extinguished.
"puff!"
He shot a blood arrow from his mouth, and gradually regained his consciousness. The golden light of the sky shuttle under his feet flashed, and he instantly disappeared in front of Cang Youxian.
"Qiang!"
At this time, another burst of passionate piano music sounded from the south, like a rushing stream and thousands of horses galloping, making people's hearts surge and blood boiling unconsciously.
Where there was originally nothing, Zhong Wen's figure suddenly appeared.
I saw blood spurting out from his mouth again, his feet staggered, his whole body was shaky, and he almost fell from the Sky Shuttle.
Feng Wuya still didn't show up.
But the sonorous sound of the piano seemed to be able to calculate his movement position, and was accurately locked on Zhong Wen, following him like a shadow, without causing even the slightest impact on the people nearby.
Soul-Chasing Qinyin's sonic offensive is worthy of the Holy Spirit level, and is actually more than ten times stronger than Taoist Wuhen's Infinite Jingshen Sword.
After the strong intervention of the two Yuansheng, Zhong Wen, who had always shown an invincible attitude since the beginning of the war, finally showed signs of fatigue and was overwhelmed.
However, the offensive of the heroes does not stop there?
"Woo~"
Before Zhong Wen could stand still, a poignant flute sound that sounded like resentment, admiration, and weeping suddenly sounded, harmonizing with the sound of Feng Wuya's piano. It sounded very harmonious and pleasant to the ears.
Just as the flute sounded, a look of surprise flashed in Zhong Wen's eyes, and he felt a feminine breath coming from nowhere and quickly spreading in his body, flowing all over his limbs and bones in an instant, like a watchful breath. The missing alien monster is stretching out countless soft tentacles, tightly wrapping its limbs and body, and shrinking continuously.
Under the constraints of the strange flute sound, not only was he unable to move for a moment, but he also felt chest tightness and suffocation, almost suffocating.
What kind of trick is this?
Even though he had gone through many hardships and was used to wind and rain, he still felt frightened at this moment. He felt that the strength of the flute player seemed to be as good as Feng Wuya's.
"Qiang Qiang!"
At this time, Feng Wuya's piano sound suddenly changed, and it was filled with a chilling air.
Zhong Wen's eyes were in a trance, as if he saw a vast battlefield with yellow sand flying around. He could hear the roar of killings and the shadows of swords. In front of his eyes was a river of blood, corpses strewn across the field, and countless arrows whizzing through the air, swarming. And arrived.
And the targets of these many sharp arrows are all him!
"puff!"
It was clearly just an illusion, but Zhong Wen vomited blood again. The hole in his chest that was opened by Lin Xingyue was torn open again before it healed. Blood surged out like a fountain, instantly dyeing the white shirt red.
After suffering repeated heavy injuries, his eyelids began to fight, his vision gradually blurred, thick sleep continued to invade his brain, and his consciousness was far less clear than before.
"Zhong Wen!"
Seeing Zhong Wen being hit hard one after another, Yan Xiaoxiao's heart was pounding, and she exclaimed in surprise. She couldn't help but rush forward to help, but for a moment she forgot that she was just a spiritual master, and had no qualifications or ability to intervene in the fight between gods.
"Girl!"
She had just moved her jade feet when Yan Jin's sharp shout suddenly came to her ears, "Are you really going to betray the sect?"
"Master, I, I..."
Turning her head, what caught her eyes was Yan Jin's wide, angry eyes, and her expression as cold as ice. Yan Xiaoxiao's heart trembled, her aura suddenly weakened a bit, her eyes wandered, and she was speechless. Come.
"Don't forget, this person is the culprit who killed your father!"
Yan Jin said sternly, "If you betray the sect for him, how can you rest in peace when your second child is under the Nine Springs?"
"That's Lin Bei..." Yan Xiaoxiao hurriedly defended.
"Asshole!"
Before she could finish speaking, Yan Jin was already furious, "If it weren't for him, how could the second brother come here for no reason? How could he meet that devil Lin Bei?"
Yan Xiaoxiao opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she couldn't even spit out a word.
"Think about it carefully, don't let me feel cold!"
Yan Jin said these words coldly, then turned around and drifted away, joining the team that surrounded Zhong Wen.
what do I do?
Seeing the uncle's giant Dharma Primera raise his right arm high and deliver a devastating blow, hitting Zhong Wen's wounded body hard, Yan Xiaoxiao sighed deeply, her emotions were indescribably complicated, her delicate eyes It is full of entanglement and confusion.
The girl's worries obviously had no impact on the battle situation.
Spirit Transformation Palm!
Reach for the stars and grab the moon!
Soul-chasing piano music!
Flowing Light Soul-Severing Technique!
Scattered flowers destroy the heart...
The masters from all walks of life who came to encircle and suppress the valley all knew how to take advantage of your illness to kill you. Their top spiritual skills were aimed at Zhong Wen as if they were free of charge, vowing to kill him here to prevent a world-destroying event. Shocking catastrophe.
Are you going to die?
Looking at the dazzling auras all over the sky, Zhong Wen, who was already extremely weak, unconsciously had such a thought in his mind.
With the blessing of the Demon Spirit Body and Tianyan Calculation Scripture, his brain was operating at a speed beyond imagination, but he still could not calculate every move of these top masters, and a strong sense of despair could not help but surge into his heart.
He knew that even if he could escape this wave of attacks, it would only delay the situation for a moment longer and would not really solve the problem.
After fighting for so long, only half a day has passed.
Moreover, Lin Xingyue, Feng Wuya and other Yuansheng-level masters are just trying their best, and their real trump cards have not been revealed yet.
If this momentum continues, it will be impossible to survive seven days.
No!
Can't admit defeat!
There are still people waiting for me to go back!
Never lose!
Just when Li Luo's green aura was about to touch his body, Zhong Wen's eyes suddenly widened, and a small voice shouted crazily in his head, and the powerful momentum of the Five Yuan Divine Art surged out again, rushing in all directions. .
He endured the severe pain, and his spiritual energy poured into the Sky Shuttle along the soles of his feet.
The treasure shuttle suddenly shone brightly, carrying him and disappearing with a "whoosh", causing many masters to hit the empty space with their powerful spiritual skills.
"Qiang Qiang!"
The sound of Feng Wuya's piano sounded again without losing any opportunity.
As a result, Zhong Wen, who had only been handsome for three seconds, staggered and appeared in front of everyone again, his face even more ugly than before, and blood gushing out from the corners of his mouth like a turbulent flow.
The sad and strange sound of the flute also sounded, tightly binding his body again.
Sure enough, it still doesn’t work?
The sound of the pair of pianos and flutes annoyed him so much that he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, almost giving up hope completely.
"Huh?"
When he was in a desperate situation, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the Heaven-Destroying World-Destroying Formation he had set up, and his face suddenly showed a look of shock and joy, almost thinking that he had been blinded.
