Before she could think carefully, soon, the second batch of arrows rained down, and dozens of feather arrows composed of pure spiritual power struck from all directions.
An Jingbai quickly folded and folded the tent, just enough to cover everyone in it.
Then came the third and fourth batches of arrow rain, which had no specific target and seemed to be used to consume their spiritual energy.
The tent gradually becomes unsustainable and becomes damaged, at most two rounds, which will inevitably cause irreversible damage.
An Jingbai took the last moment to put away the tent, and the four of them were exposed to the swamp again.
An Jiayi's nose twitched: "It smells."
The very light coma powder can hit the qi training disciples of other peaks with one hit, but it has little effect on the disciples of Wansheng Peak.
She was thinking this, but she still couldn't filter the coma powder out of her body.
On the contrary, the medicinal powder seemed to have taken root, tightly grasping her spiritual power, and the movement of her spiritual power was jerky and stiff. how so?
Others also noticed abnormalities within their bodies.
An Jingbai: "No, this poison is different!"
At this moment, a strange sound piercing the air came from the darkness, but it didn't sound like an arrow.
"Boohoo!!"
"ah!!!"
Suddenly, a sharp pain hit her, and An Jinglan screamed uncontrollably.
A bird whose color was unclear flew from nowhere and landed directly on his left hand, which was not protected by the cassock.
The bird's beak was sharp and pierced his palm, going right through it. The kiss was buried in the wound, stirring and tearing it, widening the wound, and the mouth was about to fly away.
An Jingbai supported the disobedient Ling Li and stepped forward to hold down his moving body. An Jia also took action, pulled out the bird with his bare hands, pulled out a sharp knife, and wiped the bird's neck hard.
Although her spiritual power was abnormal, she could change her sword very quickly. In just a moment, the bird's blood burst out, its feathers twitched, and it was obvious that it was about to die.
The monk in the forest suddenly felt palpitations, and his soul was in severe pain. The arrow rain in the air stopped for a moment, and the spiritual arrows turned into mist-like spiritual power and disappeared into the air.
The body of the little bird was held in An Jiayi's hand, and a red mist emerged from it, unreasonably getting into the meridians in An Jiayi's arm, ignoring her repeated attempts to stop it, happily climbing up, invading An Jiayi Also the sea of knowledge.
In an instant, the sea of consciousness was a violent red, and An Jiayi's desire to fight was abnormally high. He raised the knife in his hand high and inserted it straight into the back of An Jingbai's heart next to him.
An Jingbai was half-kneeling on the ground, handing his back to An Jiayi with confidence, and took the fallen An Jinglan into his arms.
An Jiayi's eyeballs bulged, and the blood on them burst, and both the man and the knife trembled violently.
The knife stopped two inches behind An Jingbai's back.
Her body fell silently, and the sound of the collision between her flesh and the ground was masked by An Jinglan's non-stop voice.
"Ugh, ah, ah!!"
An Jinglan's hands were dripping with blood and her flesh and blood were blurred. The pain of being pierced through his palm was heartbreaking, and he gasped and cried out in pain uncontrollably.
The volume is average, but the frequency is high.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the enemy hidden in the darkness sneaked in, and his true body flashed through the forest, and in a moment he was close to the two siblings.
The enemy in night uniforms snatched the nearly demented An Jinglan from An Jingbai's arms, raised his sword with his backhand and struck at the side. Ji Xuan, whose spiritual power was rising and falling, showing signs of collapse, took it for granted that he understood her. life.
In the dark night, where the sword blade fell, the female cultivator suddenly opened her eyes. Her sharp eyes were illuminated by the reflection of the silver-white sword, and she did not look like her spiritual power was unstable.
Night-walking monk in cassock:! ! !
Ji Xuan wanted to smile at him in a friendly way, but he couldn't smile, and there was only a look of condensation on his face.
The spiritual power received the impact of the upgrade, and the influence of the poison was weakened by half, but half of the strength was still left.
Damn it! Slow spiritual power makes everything slow.
Ji Xuan leaned back to avoid the sword, and stabbed the enemy in front of her at the weak point closest to her with the dagger in her hand.
Sorry, the heart is a little higher, and Xiasan Road is closer.
The dagger that gathered all the spiritual power it could muster directly pierced the night-walking clothes embroidered with magic circles, and stabbed the male cultivator accurately and hard between the two buttocks.
Gurgling blood flowed down the cassock.
"Ah-ho!!!"
There is another screaming chicken in the swamp. The character of the cold-faced killer of the male cultivator is broken, but the remaining sanity still remembers not to scream loudly to attract dangerous beasts.
Under such circumstances, he even still had the willpower to snatch An Jinglan away and stagger into the forest.
When he called out, he attracted An Jinglan's attention. In contrast, An Jinglan became more awake. She finally remembered her sister's anxious voice just now and realized that she was a monk who was good at healing and was not poisoned.
An Jinglan condensed the healing technique in her hand and covered it directly on the wound. Although the flesh and blood could not grow back, the bleeding and pain were successfully stopped and I felt a lot better.
The night-walking monk lowered his head suddenly.
"Cure it for me." Monk Ye Xingyi roughly threw An Jinglan between the tree roots and the water. The muddy water stained An Jinglan's beautiful black hair.
The monk Ye Xingyi moved his sword horizontally, pressed it against An Jinglan's throat, and leaned forward slightly, "Hurry up, or I will make you feel better."
Red blood flowed down An Jinglan's neck. He shook his hands and pinched out a healing spell, and sent it to the broken and bleeding area under the pelvic bone of the night-walking monk and in his thigh.
After all, An Jinglan was not a complete idiot. He collapsed inside: it was over, broken, and hopeless. His healing skills were not enough.
What's going on? Didn't we just take him away as promised? Does this person know that they are in the same group?
When the pain stopped, the night-walking monk slowly stopped his hand.
For this job, the other people's requirement was to "kill as many people as possible." Only this one was pretty. The higher-ups wanted this person, but they couldn't hurt this person.
What's a monk doing to be so good-looking? I can't fight, but I have a pretty face. There might be some perverted story in it.
If he really becomes a big shot's concubine someday, it will be enough for him.
An Jinglan's technique was so good that the Ye Xingyi monk only noticed that the pain in his lower body had stopped, but he had not yet realized that his life was cut off, and he was still in a leisurely mood, which led to malicious speculation.
In the night, above their heads, two blue and black butterflies flapped their wings, sending a message that they had not noticed at all.
On the spot, Ji Xuan concentrated on the feeling.
"It's far away, at the junction of the outer layer and the middle layer." She frowned, "It's just the location, the rest can't be noticed."
"Thank you." An Jingbai put out the tattered tent of the defensive array again to block the sudden rain in the swamp.
She adjusted the space in the tent and made the public area much larger.
An Jia was also placed on the bed in the corner. Ji Xuan reached out to touch her forehead, she still had a high fever.
"Second Senior Sister, I haven't been able to wake up. What should I do?"
