How can one bear the injury of one’s own flesh and blood?

Author: Ke Yuyu

How can one bear the injury of one’s own flesh and blood?

The injury is not serious, but it hurts, but it is connected to the heart and lungs.

Jian Zhixingkong had magical power. In desperation, he exerted force, and his hands were extremely itchy. There was also blood flowing out from the punctured hole along with the magical power. What the hell is this caltrop!

As soon as the Mingyan people were freed from their imprisonment, they reunited with Rusong Yunqing.

Just now, Yunqing's whole body was restrained, but his eyes were still usable, so he forcibly mobilized the "torch eye technique" to break the formation and release the restraints, helping Rusong break the restraints on half of his body first. As soon as Rusong could move his hands, he used the shape-changing puppet to replace him

Ming Yan.

It was just a matter of lightning and flint, and the three of them cooperated with each other so well that they managed to survive the golden elixir stage demon's hands intact.

Bah! What a decent family!

Jian Zhixing's heart ached so much that he clenched it. He raised his bleeding hand and was so angry that he trembled when he spoke: "You, you, help me deal with them!" This was said to Ding Hao.

Ming Yan felt extremely heartbroken and caressed Yun Qing's eyes, those wise eyes that always showed a gentle smile. At this time, the eyelids were closed, and two lines of blood flowed down. The third brother forcibly invoked the "Beyond Cultivation"

That’s why the “torch eye technique” became like this!

The other party is at the lowest level in the middle stage of the Golden Core. I only have a few foundations here, and their strength is very different. If it weren't for his Lao Shizi bloodline, would the master and several senior brothers be able to escape without worries?

Thoughts flashed through his mind, Ming Yan roared loudly, the Jingfeng Knife wrapped in flames appeared on his head, and his whole body was suddenly blazing with fire.

Yunqing and Rusong screamed at the same time:

"Sixth brother!"

Ming Yan ignited the strange fire in his body!

Ming Yan, who had turned into a burning man, turned around, opened his mouth and spat out, two spiritual flames were covered like pines and clear clouds. Seeing that the ice on the bodies of his two brothers began to melt, he looked regretfully at his own body where the spiritual flames were erupting.

With both arms, he swept over Shaoqing Mountain with nostalgia. The master, the second brother and the third brother spun on the spot, and the whole person and the Jingfeng Sword merged into one, becoming a huge burning fire blade, and the mountains and rocks wherever it passed were all

Turning into scorched earth, he charged towards Mo Wenyu with fiery power!

"Sixth brother!"

"Ming Yan!"

"Brother Six!"

Heartbreaking, liver and gallbladder torn apart!

Rusong closed his eyes in pain, and the ice cubes wrapped around him shattered and shook off layer by layer. Yunqing's eyes were filled with blood and tears.

The baby pounced on the inner wall of the Nine Jue Shuttle, beating the wall desperately trying to get out, its throat so dry that it couldn't make a sound.

Shouxuan hugged her, and his teeth were almost broken. He looked back at Brother Qi, and through his tearful eyes he saw that Zhisu's lips had been bitten, his eyes were red, and his whole body was trembling.

How can I save everyone!

Zhisu controlled the Nine Jue Shuttle with his remaining sanity. Why didn't he want to fight side by side with his master and several senior brothers? He was actually ready to rush out just now, but the three of them were the lowest in cultivation, and they were still weak after they went out.

Without someone else's help, what else can it do besides dying in vain?

Brother Six, there is no way to save him!

The essence and blood enter the knife, and the body is waiting for the fire, and it is difficult for Daluo Jinxian to reverse it!

The flaming blade was approaching directly in front of him, his eyebrows and robe sleeves were so set that they rolled up. Mo Wenyu, who was about to torture Ling Yan in a cat-and-mouse manner, looked back in panic. Without knowing what was in his arms, he just threw it out to block it, and then released two black screens to block it.

In front of him, he quickly retreated with all his strength, waving out a large piece of blue ice from his hand. As he retreated, he did not forget to roll up his sleeves. The shadow of his sleeves was steep and long, with layers of blue-black ripples forming, intending to isolate the flames.

in the distance.

The alien fire melts everything and approaches fiercely.

The nearest attendant didn't even think about it. He flew up and used his body and magic weapon to stand in front of Mo Wenyu, acting as a human shield for his master.

The power of Ming Yan's natural strange fire was unmatched. How could ordinary spiritual fire be comparable? The blue ice slug that Mo Wenyu sent out in a hurry only reduced the intensity of the fire by two or three points. The screen could only block it for two breaths, and the attendant who was the shield was even more powerful.

He didn't even hum, he just heard a slight "click" and then turned into ashes.

The power of the fire blade remained the same, breaking through layers of ripples and continuing to pounce on Mo Wenyu, but it was already slower than before.

Mo Wenyu seized this opportunity, and with a cruel move, half of his magic power was injected into the Qiongming Sword. A gray snake flew straight out from the sword, facing the wind, and its body was as thick as a hornless dragon. It opened its huge mouth and swallowed the fire blade.

Then wrap it around again.

Seeing the gray snake's belly burning brightly, its figure suddenly expanded and shrank, rolling in the air in agony, and the air was burned with circles of white marks, but it was still driven towards Mo Wenyu by the fire blade.

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The Gray Snake was already in danger, how could he let it affect him again? Mo Wenyu gritted his teeth and made a deep scratch on the Qiongming Sword with his left wrist. A string of blood beads quickly flew towards the Gray Snake with his breath. The blood beads

When Kankan touched the gray snake, he suddenly drew an arc, deflected the direction, and at the same time pulled the gray snake away.

The direction that the gray snake turned was exactly where Ding Hao was. Ding Hao had a rare look of panic on his face and ran away, while the magical talismans in the mustard sac spilled out like rain.

A series of ice shields and rain arrows collided with the flaming gray snake, and the sound of "chichi" was endless. After the gray snake stayed away from Mo Wenyu, it struggled for a while, and the sarcoma on the snake's head exploded with a "bang", and finally detonated.

Fireball.

The huge wave of air caused by the explosion swept Ding Hao in. Mo Wenyu in the distance was also backfired by the explosion of his own magic weapon. His heart hurt violently, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood. The Qiongming Sword whined and the magic light dimmed.

Go down.

Under the scorching heat, Ding Hao finally let out a monster-like "ho ho" scream, and the scorched feathers flew from his iron wings, and soon only a few bare poles were left.

Mo Wenyu, who had escaped the disaster, covered his chest, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with the remaining blue snake on his sword, raised his head, swallowed two purple pills, and his breath began to gradually recover. Only then did he

His cold eyes glanced at Ding Hao, who was burned into a ball by the fire, he frowned and cursed in a low voice:

"waste!"

In the end, he raised his hand, and a cloud of ice wrapped in blue and gray demonic energy shot out, which took a lot of his demonic power. In fact, he didn't care about the life and death of the people he was traveling with, but if there were too many people dead, it wouldn't be good.

I must explain to the three sect masters that after all, this trip has some status in the three major demon sects. Moreover, several junior foundation-building juniors have lost the manpower. If he is the only one left to lead the team, I will see you after returning to the sect.

Seeing a crowd of fellow disciples looking at him eagerly, I couldn't help but hold my head up.

The icy demonic energy connected with the spiritual flame, and the heat wave and cold air rolled endlessly. In addition to the previous losses, the fire finally dimmed down. Ding Hao's whole body was burnt to black, and he shook twice. He used his broken wings to support the ground, but he didn't even

Even if you die, you can still walk with difficulty.

The corners of Jian Zhixing's mouth twitched, and he had a deeper understanding of this ruthless man's ruthlessness.

"Boss, Sixth..." Ling Yan burst into tears, "I didn't protect you well..."

"What a deep relationship between master and disciple!" Mo Wenyu lamented, smiling with malice, "Do you know what I hate most about you? It's your stinky way of pretending to be in love!"

"That is an area you will never understand." Ling Yan responded with a smile, "So Denver will never look at you again!"

Mo Wenyu, who was extremely tall, seemed to be looked down upon by Ling Yan proudly in front of this century-old enemy.

The clothes were in tatters, the body was covered with bruises, and the blood was stained and stained, but they could not hide the strong character of the man in front of him, and the arrogance in his eyebrows was still there.

This is how Denver was robbed back then!

Now that I have fallen into such a situation, why don’t I die properly!

"Ah——" Mo Wenyu suddenly went crazy and pushed out with two palms, setting off an overwhelming storm and rolling towards Ling Yan.
Chapter completed!