"who!?"
Yan Shifan's perception was not weak either, and he immediately noticed an extremely powerful aura coming quickly from the horizon in the distance.
His eyesight was very far, and he quickly saw clearly that the appearance of the person coming was exactly the same as the woman whose claws penetrated the Dantian Qi sea?
There are actually two Holy Lords of Qingqiu?
It was difficult for Yan Shifan to understand for a moment, but the aura of the visitor was powerful and terrifying, and he was also a high-ranking and powerful person in the Mahayana realm.
Invincible!
Yan Shifan almost didn't hesitate, he pulled out his hand and flew to the other direction to escape desperately.
"Damn it!"
"I'm trying to draw chestnuts from the fire, but I'm trying to draw water from a bamboo basket in vain?"
The sneak attack on Holy Master Qingqiu did not absorb even the slightest bit of cultivation.
As for Fan Li?
Although Yan Shifan had it at his fingertips, he was no longer interested. Who knows if it would have the same result?
He ran away very fast and was far away in an instant, his figure only the size of a sesame seed.
"I am coming."
Qingqiu himself landed next to Fan Li, squatted down, and carefully inspected the clone's injuries.
"How is it?" Fan Li asked anxiously, "Can I save him?"
He clearly felt that the breath of the woman in his arms was weakening, and the wound on his abdomen was surrounded by black air, emitting waves of stench.
Silence is the worst news.
Qingqiu's original gaze moved away from the wound and looked at the clone for a long time.
Although the main body and the clone are two bodies, their minds are connected.
There was no doubt that she understood her.
"...I'll go after the enemy."
After Qingqiu's words fell, he had already moved away. It's just that Yan Shifan ran away for a while, and she couldn't catch up immediately.
"What's going on?!" Fan Li asked the clone in surprise: "Why didn't she save you? No, why didn't you save yourself?"
The horrific and fatal injuries made Fan Li confused for a moment.
After asking for a while, I remembered that the original image and the clone were both Qingqiu, not outsiders.
The clone didn't answer, but said something incomprehensible.
"It's... very comfortable in your arms. I want to lie down for a while."
Fan Li had a bad feeling in his heart.
When has this happened? Isn’t healing the injury the first priority?
"I have always been shy."
"Actually, so do I."
"But it doesn't matter. If you are shy...you have to do it."
With that said, Qingqiu reached out and hooked Fan Li's neck, slowly pulling him down.
The two people's faces got closer and closer, and Fan Li could even feel the hot breath from Qingqiu's mouth.
He kept reminding himself that it was important to save people.
However, my mind and body were out of sync, each thinking about their own things.
The lips finally touched each other.
Fan Li couldn't keep track of how long the zero-distance pause lasted.
But when their lips separated, there was no trace of blood on Qingqiu's beautiful face, and it was as pale as paper.
"I dont want you to go."
Her voice was extremely weak, so weak that Fan Li had to accept the fact that she couldn't keep him.
"I mean, I don't want to let you go."
Fan Li suddenly woke up!
The clone is emphasizing her attitude as an independent individual.
Fan Li nodded heavily: "I understand!"
The clone smiled.
She smiled contentedly, like a fully bloomed flower, showing her true self in the bright sunshine, with no regrets.
Her body gradually became transparent.
As light as a reflection, as thin as a cicada's wing.
Finally, she disappeared completely in Fan Li's arms, and only the residual warmth of her hands proved that she had been there.
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…………
"Dad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The screams echoed in the mountains of Nanling.
Yan Shifan escaped in embarrassment.
Sometimes it's like a dog pawing the ground, sometimes it's like an ape leaping through the forest, sometimes it's like a bird flapping its fan.
The advantage of being embarrassed is that you can escape a little faster.
However, facing the absolute strength of the eighth level of the Mahayana realm, he could not escape at all.
Qingqiu just slapped Yan Shifan from the air, and the palm print transformed by spiritual energy knocked Yan Shifan from the air to the ground.
The moment he landed, all his bones were shattered!
The body lay on the ground like a puddle of mud.
Due to severe injuries, he even lost control of many parts of his body.
Feces and urine flowed across the ground, staining a piece of green grass.
"Dad!!!!!!!!!"
"Help me, dad!!!!!!!!!"
Yan Shifan let out a shrill scream.
He will not beg for mercy, because he knows that begging for mercy is useless, and Qingqiu will never let him go.
But is asking for help useful?
Qingqiu flew in, only ten feet away from Yan Shifan.
Another slap!
As long as this palm falls on Yan Shifan, he will definitely die!
But this palm failed to fall after all.
"Holy Lord Qingqiu, calm down."
An old man descended from the sky, wearing a Ming Dynasty Fei-colored first-grade official uniform.
He looks like a rotten tree and has a voice like a jackdaw, especially his turbid old eyes that seem dull, but there is deep cunning and cunning in his eyes.
The old man stood in front of Yan Shifan.
He is holding a jade sculpture in one hand, in the shape of an adult female camel.
Qingqiu's palm just now was actually resisted by Yan Song with his body.
Outside Yan Song's official robe, there was also a layer of battle armor with condensed spiritual energy floating in the air.
"Hu Zongxian once said that the Ming Dynasty's military skill [Lingjia Kung Fu], although its combat power is slightly inferior, its defense is extremely strong. When it reaches great perfection, it can withstand several attacks from Pangu's giant body."
"Although I have not yet reached great success in cultivation, I am still able to resist the eighth level of Mahayana with ease, hehehe..."
Listening to the confidence and ridicule in Yan Song's words, Qingqiu remained expressionless.
"Dad!"
"My child almost lost sight of you!"
Yan Shifan was ecstatic.
Just as he was about to taunt Qingqiu, he heard a crunching sound.
What seems to be broken?
Several cracks appeared for no reason on the battle armor that Yan Song had condensed his spiritual energy into.
The cracks spread quickly and extended to all parts of the armor.
Bang!
The armor exploded and scattered into powder.
Poof! ! ! !
Yan Song spat out a mouthful of blood, and his chest was sunken, revealing a woman's palm print.
"Daddy!!!!"
Yan Shifan's face turned pale with fright, and a little bit of the pickled material on his lower body spilled out.
He was desperate.
Dad can't even bear Qingqiu's palm. Will both father and son die here today?
"Ahem..." Yan Song spat out a mouthful of pus and blood, and shouted with a voice like a jackdaw: "If the Governor doesn't take action, I will not be able to fulfill my promise! If His Highness Prince Jing cannot inherit the treasure, the Governor will not be able to succeed in the Wanli Dynasty. Is it so beautiful?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a stalwart man appeared from the depths of the jungle. It was Lu Bing, the leader of the Jinyi Guards of the Ming Dynasty.
Lu Bing's aura was extraordinary, but he had a wry smile on his face.
The woman opposite her looks soft, but she is an extremely powerful person at the eighth level of the Mahayana realm.
Yan Song's benefits are indeed not easy to get.
But with King Jing's personal promise that he would ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor in the future, Lu Bing and Jin Yiwei's status in the Ming Dynasty would not be shaken. No matter how much they paid, it was worth it.
Behind him, followed twelve of the thirteen eunuchs of Jin Yiwei, all wearing precious clothes and flying fish uniforms, holding spiritual soldiers and embroidered spring knives.
The Twelve Supreme Warlords are the most proficient, especially good at forming formations and attacking together.
"Come on."
Three simple words, but they are a reminder.
Facing Qingqiu, whoever goes up will die.
The Twelve Taibao did not hesitate and stepped forward.
Lu Bing supported Yan Song with one hand and picked up Yan Shifan, who was full of stench.
Turn around and run away.
After writing, I drank.
