Wang Mang couldn't help but have such a doubt in his heart.
He clearly saw that Qin Changsheng had the upper hand throughout the fight with Ye Feng, almost overwhelming Ye Feng, and seemed not to have been hit by Ye Feng's attacks.
So when did he suffer such serious injuries?
But then, Wang Mang shook his head, looked at Qin Changsheng's back, and laughed at himself, when did he get injured, and what does it have to do with him now?
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In this outer sect assessment, Qin Changsheng did not bring the flame pterosaur with him.
Spiritual pets and mounts are not allowed for the outer sect examination.
Qin Changsheng staggered forward in the snow and finally found a low mountain.
He summoned the puppet Feizheng. He had already stored enough spirit stones in the puppet Feizheng's body. He originally planned to use the puppet Feizheng to contain the sword marks.
However, in the end, the puppet Feizheng was not used.
At this moment, Qin Changsheng summoned the puppet Fei Zheng and asked him to open up a simple cave for himself, and then asked the puppet Fei Zong to guard the entrance of the cave to protect himself.
Walking into the cave, Qin Changsheng fell to the ground immediately. The death curse in his body became more and more crazy, constantly devouring his life.
The internal injuries in the body almost completely broke out.
He immediately dug out a large number of elixir bottles from the storage ring, and all kinds of elixirs were knocked over on the floor.
Most of these elixirs were trophies he obtained by killing his enemies.
Among these elixirs, there are many high-quality healing elixirs obtained from the storage rings of Qin Changsheng, Sword Mark, and Ye Feng since ancient times.
The three of them are all monks in the secret realm of supernatural powers, especially Gu Buyu, who has already entered the inner sect of Xuantian Sect and became an inner disciple of Xuantian Sect. The resources he received are extraordinary. The pills in his storage ring are all It is a top-grade elixir, and its quality is not low.
This top-grade healing elixir is very precious and extremely effective. It would take a lot of time for an ordinary mortal warrior to completely refine such a top-grade and high-quality healing elixir.
However, at this moment, Qin Changsheng couldn't think about it at all. He raised his head and drank several bottles of healing elixirs one after another.
"Swallow the martial soul, swallow it for me!"
Qin Changsheng roared, using Devouring Martial Soul to frantically devour and refine these healing pills.
Huge streams of life force suddenly surged out from those pills, were swallowed up by the Devouring Martial Spirit, and fed back to Qin Changsheng.
"ah......"
Qin Changsheng immediately felt that the huge medicinal power was pouring into his body, making his body feel as if it was about to burst.
The veins on his forehead were exposed, the injuries inside his body, and the power of the rioting curse made his body extremely poor. Under the impact of this huge medicinal power, it seemed as if he had been stimulated, and the pain doubled.
He held his head tightly, and the power of the curse in his mind enveloped his soul, making his spirit sluggish, and his soul seemed to be torn apart. The pain of this kind of soul being torn apart was far stronger than Pain from the physical body.
Nobody knows.
How much pain Qin Changsheng was experiencing at this moment, and no one knew how close Qin Changsheng was to death at this moment.
He just felt that time was so long.
One breath feels like a century!
Under the double devastation of the internal injuries that broke out in his body and the power of the curse, his fire of life, like the candlelight wildfire in winter, seemed to be extinguished at any time.
He was overconfident after all.
Even though his true energy is extremely powerful, even though his physical body has undergone many transformations and is already extremely powerful, the sword that contains powerful magic and murderous intent to hit Ye Feng has laid a huge hidden danger for him after all. At this moment, his life is threatened.
Outside the cave, the puppet Feizheng quietly and loyally guarded Qin Changsheng.
He is just a puppet, without emotions or any sense of pain. He does not understand the pain and danger Qin Changsheng is experiencing at this moment.
He just obeyed Qin Changsheng's order and quietly guarded the entrance of the cave, preventing any threats from approaching.
In the cave, Qin Changsheng held his head and roared. His sweat quickly condensed into ice slag and fell to the ground in the severe cold weather.
He was never afraid of death, but he was not willing to die like this.
At this moment, despite the boundless pain covering his body and soul, he always worked hard to keep himself awake. With his extraordinary will, he endured the pain and channeled the power of the healing pills with all his strength to repair. With his own injuries, he tried hard to suppress the power of the curse of the riot.
And at this time.
Wang Mang had already taken his puppet Feizheng and Yukong left the snowy field.
He buried his head and flew all the way towards the outer area of the Demonic Battlefield, with the scene that just happened constantly replaying in his mind.
Thinking of Qin Changsheng's last wordless words, he didn't even bother to defend himself.
Thinking of the two people's severance of friendship, Qin Changsheng's indifferent expression even made him feel like collecting Ye Feng's storage ring.
Wang Mang couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling increasingly upset and even angry: "As expected of a member of the Demon Sect, he is really heartless!"
However, the bright red bloodstains on Qin Changsheng's back always circled and surfaced in his mind unconsciously.
He shook his head vigorously and cursed himself: "What am I thinking? He is a member of the demon sect and a demon. Why should I worry about him?"
"If you want to die, then die. It would be better if all the demons in the world are dead!"
He kept cursing in a low voice, but in his mind, he could not get rid of the bright red blood stain on the snow.
When exactly was he injured?
This doubt appeared in Wang Mang's mind more than once.
He couldn't help but think deeply, and suddenly he seemed to think of something, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
In his mind, scenes of Qin Changsheng and Ye Feng fighting each other emerged.
When Ye Feng took action for the first time and killed the two of them, he only felt endless despair. He felt as if his whole person was trapped in a swamp of death, unable to break free. He could only watch Ye Feng's actions. A blazing sword fell towards him.
However, just when the sword was approaching, the figure suddenly took a step forward, swung his sword, and smoothly blocked Ye Feng's blazing sword.
His clothes were swaying, his hair was flying, and he exuded a fierce and powerful aura, which was able to withstand the sword.
The image freezes in my mind.
Wang Mang's galloping figure suddenly froze in mid-air.
His pupils trembled and shrank to pinpoints, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
Was he injured at that time? !
Yes.
Qin Changsheng is still just a warrior in the mortal realm after all!
No matter how strong he is and how profound his knowledge is, how can he be able to challenge the monks so calmly and easily? !
How could it be possible to take Ye Feng's killing and powerful sword as easily as it seemed? !
The injuries inside his body must be the internal injuries he suffered when he had a head-on confrontation with Ye Feng just now!
Wang Mang gradually calmed down and his mood became much more rational.
With Qin Changsheng's rich combat experience and Qin Changsheng's terrifying combat consciousness, how could he not be able to avoid Ye Feng's sword and need to hit it hard with an egg against a rock? !
Wang Mang's heart suddenly trembled.
In an instant, he understood that the reason why Qin Changsheng did not dodge the opponent's sword and chose to confront him head-on was clearly to protect him!
If Qin Changsheng hadn't fought hard to be seriously injured and blocked the sword for him, he would have turned into the victim of Ye Feng's sword!
If Qin Changsheng is really a heinous devil, why do you need to do this for him?
For a moment, Wang Mang felt as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue. His mind went blank and his heart trembled violently.
The other party suffered serious injuries for him, but what did he do to him?
Thinking of what he had just done, Wang Mang only felt boundless guilt, remorse and self-blame.
"Junior Brother Qin...Junior Brother Qin!"
He immediately turned back, took the puppet with him, and turned into a swift rainbow. He returned to the original path, returned to the previous place, and then chased Qin Changsheng in the direction he had just left.
But under the wind and snow, the footprints and blood stains on the ground had long been covered up.
Even the cave opened by Qin Changsheng's puppet Feizheng was buried under the wind and snow.
"Junior Brother Qin!"
Wang Mang's eyes were red, and he searched over and over again in the vast snowfield, but he still could not find any trace of Qin Changsheng.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart. He felt empty in his heart, as if something important had been lost by him.
He searched over and over again in the snowfield, like a numb puppet. His eyes were red, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.
Who says men don't cry?
Men are also human beings, and they are also men of temperament.
