Chapter 14) Everything is over

King Chen fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood in his mouth, and there were many blood holes on his body. Blood was seeping in every injured place. The blood was pitch black, and the whole person was no different from the poison.

Looking at the blood that kept spilling out of his body, he opened his eyes in disbelief and looked up at the four people walking up to him.

He never thought that one day he would be defeated by these people!

They were his defeated men, but in just over a year, they had already mastered such magical skills.

The sword technique and palm technique used by Chu Han and Leng Qing just now exceeded his imagination. He thought that the sword technique was already their most powerful move, but he didn't expect that in addition to sword technique, there was such a powerful palm technique.

The temperature on his body was getting lower and lower. Not long after the blood flowed out, it condensed into ice. His body gradually covered with a layer of frost. The frost went from a thin piece to the end and was half a finger thick, and even showed signs of getting thicker and thicker.

Impossible! How is it possible? He wouldn't believe that he was really defeated even if he died!

He spent most of his life and hard work to practice such magical skills. How could he be defeated so thoroughly in one day? How could it be possible!

King Chen stared at them, his thin lips had already turned a black purple color.

Poisons can hurt both people and themselves. When the protective energy is broken, the poison will quickly surge into its heart. The poisonous gas will attack the heart, and even the blood spit out becomes pitch black.

"You have done too much evil in your life, and today I deserve it." Chu Han held the long sword tightly and pointed the tip of the sword between his neck: "I promised the Gu King to take back everything for him, and today I did it, and you..."

His wrist tightened, and the sword energy had condensed on the tip of the sword: "You have done so many things that I am sorry for him, and today I will take your life and take you to sacrifice to him."

Without giving him any more chance to speak, the cold sword energy was sent out silently and slashed through his neck.

King Chen opened his fearful eyes widened, and before he could say a word, a dark blood mark appeared between his neck.

The one sword sealing the throat was taught by Leng Qing. Unexpectedly, Mr. Chu was so skillful in using it, and he was not inferior to Ye Shura at all.

Over the past year, how much effort has the two men put into understanding with each other?

Fortunately, this stop was finally over. When King Chen's blood-stained head rolled down on him, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, except for Nangong Mingye who was still giving needles to Murong Jiyang to rescue.

He looked up at Chu Han and said in a deep voice: "He is afraid he will be unable to hold on, come and see him."

As soon as he said this, everyone felt nervous and realized that it was Murong Jiyang who blocked Chu Han and blocked the fatal blow for him.

Now they are just concerned about dealing with King Chen and have forgotten him!

He fell softly in Nangong Mingye's arms, and dozens of silver needles had pierced into the big hole around him. The corners of his lips were still covered with dark blood. The blood was surging more and more.

Nangong Mingye had already fed him the antidote, but the toxins were too heavy, and the antidote he brought could not remove the severe poison in his body.

The face covered with black purple air gradually became colder, and the temperature was getting lower and lower, just like his limbs.

Seeing him like this, Chu Han and Leng Qing sat down next to him without saying a word. Leng Qing held his palms, and the mellow internal energy was continuously input into his body through his palms.

Chu Han's palms were lit at the same time, and his big palm fell on Murong Jiyang's back door, and together with Leng Qing, he used his skills to drive away poison.

Nangong Mingye pulled out the silver needle that fell on his acupoint. The needle of the silver needle was pitch black. He raised it casually, and the silver needle was thrown out and fell silently to the bottom of the cliff.

After taking out the needle bag from his arms, he twisted up a slender silver needle and inserted it into Murong Jiyang's big hole. The blood overflowed from the tip of the needle became more and more. Although the color became lighter, it was still black.

The darkness shone under the night with a cold light that was cautious, and everyone's hearts sank, and a little despair flashed in their eyes.

Chu Han and Leng Qing increased the strength in their hands again, and under the instructions of Nangong Mingye, they forced the poison to the acupoint for him and oozed out along the silver needle.

But the blood was black from beginning to end, and there was never a trace of bright red. This body of blood had long been penetrated by toxins.

He spat another mouthful of black turbid blood. Murong Jiyang narrowed his starry eyes and wanted to look back at Chu Han, but he could not even condense the strength to turn around.

He took a deep breath, and had to raise his thin lips and whisper: "Don't waste any more energy, I... can't be done."

He knew very well about his physical condition. After living for more than twenty years, he had never been as tired and helpless as he is now. His strength disappeared from his body bit by bit. Despair was like an invisible picture, tightly covering him.

But at the same time, he felt relaxed and comfortable that he had never felt before.

Sometimes, even the most powerful person will be tired and living is not easy.

He thought that everything might be over, and after it was over, he could be freed.

Chu Han's face darkened. The strength of his palms was not removed as he said, but it was a little heavier.

I don't know how to ask some questions, but he doesn't know why he is willing to use his body to block a fatal blow for him and exchange his life for him to survive.

But these have become facts now, and it doesn't make any sense to ask again.

Nangong Mingye pulled out the silver needle from Murong Jiyang's body again, threw it out casually, opened the needle bag, but found that there were only three silver needles left inside.

He felt a little nervous.

If he had changed to another irrelevant person and was so injured, he would no longer be willing to try his best to rescue him. It would be a waste of energy to save him again.

But Murong Jiyang is different. He is Yun Fei's biological brother, Li'er's uncle, and Li'er often says that they are a family.

Three silver needles were pierced into his three most important acupoints, and the venom still slowly oozed out along the silver needle under the palm force of Chu Han and Leng Qing, but as before, there was not even a bright red color.

The poison was still spreading, traveling all over his body and permeating his heart.

"Is there any other way?" Zong Zheng Chuyang looked at Nangong Mingye with his eyes down and asked anxiously.

Nangong Mingye pursed his thin lips tightly, his face solemn.

If there were silver needles and medicine, he might be able to save his life, but if there were no two, what would he use to save him?

He was already so seriously injured, even if Hua Tuo was born again, he was afraid he would be powerless.

"Let me find a sedan chair." He looked at Zong Zheng Chuyang and suddenly said, "No matter what, find the sedan chair in the shortest time, and we will send him back to the palace."

Zong Zheng Chuyang was just a little stunned, and then he immediately understood: "Okay."
Chapter completed!