Beicang Jing felt as if his meridians were exploding, his head was dizzy, and he almost fainted.
"Watch her!" The leader threw Mo Ling in his hand into the hands of another seventh-level emperor-level strongman aside, and then smiled and looked at Beicang Jing, whose face was as pale as paper.
"You have one last chance! Do you surrender?" The leader's eyes became more and more indifferent.
"Hoo, bastard, you dare to bully my mistress, I will kill you!" Little Qilin caught a glimpse of the injured Beicang Jing here, and immediately jumped up, and a bolt of lightning shot out of his mouth.
Take the leader of the seventh level emperor.
If something unexpected happened to Beicang Jing, Nangong Ruoli would definitely peel off its unicorn skin, so even in the face of a powerful attack from a half-step master, the little unicorn chose to take action boldly.
"How dare you get distracted while fighting me?" The half-step master had been unable to fight for a long time. Just when he was feeling depressed, he didn't expect that little Qilin would dare to be distracted and attack his men.
He immediately became furious, shook his long sword, and a sword flower bloomed quietly, instantly shattering the lightning that the little unicorn fired. At the same time, the sword danced with the silver snake, once again encircling the little unicorn into the battle circle.
The pressure on the little Qilin increased sharply, but there was nothing he could do. He just let out an anxious roar.
Beicang Jing panted violently, and the arm holding the long sword trembled slightly: "Despicable, will the Wuhua Empire produce some goods that can only sneak attacks?"
"Who is the final winner is the most important thing. Just like you now, you are not qualified to tell me about sneak attacks or not. Besides, the people here will not tell anyone at all!" The leader spread his hands.
smiled.
"It's not enough to make me surrender like this!" Beicang Jing gritted his teeth and said, immediately enduring the severe pain in his meridians, his body suddenly flew into the sky, the sword light exploded, turning into a white rainbow, heading towards
The leader's head was chopped off.
Feeling the power of Beicang Jing's sword, the leader couldn't help but frown: "Join hands and stop her!"
One emperor-level seventh-level expert and three emperor-level sixth-level experts shot at the same time. Five rays of light merged into a five-color light beam, which severely hit Beicang Jing's sword energy.
"Boom--" Beicang's veins ruptured, and his chest felt as if it had been hit by a big stone. His internal organs were shocked by the shock in his eyes, and blood spurted out desperately.
The delicate body was also thrown away in the distance, and the consciousness gradually became blurred.
"Ruoli, goodbye..." This was Beicang Jing's last thought.
"Don't—" Mo Ling looked at the seriously injured Beicang Jing and said in a hissed voice. Regardless of whether Beicang Jing's origins were true or false, she was indeed here to save him from the sea of suffering.
Now that he saw her injured, Mo Ling was very worried, but his arm was tightly held by the strong man of the sixth level of the emperor, and he could not shake it at all.
"Mother!" Little Qilin's voice came over hastily. When he was distracted, his body was swept by a half-step master with a sword, and his huge body flew out!
Just when Beicang Jing's weak and boneless body fell towards the ground, a black shadow flashed out like a ghost, and between the electric light and flint, he held Beicang Jing in his arms as he was about to fall to the ground.
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"Beicang Wife, I'm sorry, I'm late!" Nangong Ruoli looked at Beicang Jing who was furious, with a strong murderous intention flashing in his eyes. He immediately took out a healing holy medicine and stuffed it into Beicang Jing's mouth.
At the same time, the two attributes of water and wood were continuously input into her body, repairing the injured meridians.
"Who are you?" When the leader saw Nangong Ruoli, he couldn't help but frown and asked.
Nangong Ruoli remained silent, all his thoughts falling on Beicang Jing. In order to rescue Leng Yu, he could only leave this dangerous task to Beicang Jing.
Originally, he thought that if he kept the little Qilin, even if he encountered danger, he would definitely be able to avert the danger. However, he did not expect that the senior masters of the Wuhua Empire would directly take action and expose the whereabouts of Beicang Jing and his party, thereby getting into trouble with this person.
Such big trouble.
At the same time, Nangong Ruoli felt a burst of deep self-blame in his heart. If he hadn't arrived in time, Beicang Jing's consequences would have been disastrous.
"Beicang's wife!" Nangong Ruoli called softly, gently stroking Beicang Jing's pale cheek with his palm, feeling a twinge in his heart.
"It's my fault, it's all my fault. If I had rushed here earlier, you wouldn't have been hurt!" Nangong Ruoli said softly, feeling like a knife piercing his heart.
Looking at Beicang Jing's somewhat peaceful face, Nangong Ruoli's heart seemed to be bleeding. If Beicang Jing really had any shortcomings, he would have no choice but to blame him.
Thinking of this, the murderous intention in Nangong Ruoli's heart became even more intense!
With the help of his strong water and wood energy, Beicang Jing's face gained a hint of blush, and his breathing gradually became calmer.
Nangong Ruoli calmed down slightly, and immediately brought Beicang Jing into the chaotic space. His eyes were like two sharp knives, sweeping towards the people who took action.
Everyone was swept by Nangong Ruoli's cold gaze, and a tremor from the bottom of their hearts enveloped their whole bodies. It was an undetectable tremor.
"Boy, are you a spy of the Soaring Dragon Empire? Humph, there is a road to heaven if you don't take it, and there is no door to hell if you don't—" The seventh-level emperor-level strongman suppressed the fear in his heart and said, but
, his words stopped abruptly.
Because, a sharp flying knife was like a bolt of lightning in the dark night, and like the fleeting meteor, it was so fleeting and fast that he had no reaction at all.
At the throat, a trace of bright red blood gradually spread. The leader opened his eyes wide, breathed hard, and tried hard to speak, but could not say a word.
"Everyone, come together and kill him!" Seeing this, the remaining seventh-level saint-level strongman couldn't help but hurriedly ordered, killing one person in an instant, and they couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.
No one moved because no one dared to move.
Nangong Ruoli narrowed his eyes slightly and immediately said: "No one of you can leave alive today!"
The voice was bone-chilling, as if it were three feet of ice.
As soon as he finished speaking, five flying knives appeared in front of him out of thin air. The snow-white flying knives kept spinning, and their huge murderous intent locked onto the remaining five people.
Seeing the sharp flying knife, the five people wanted to move, but they clearly found that they couldn't even lift their arms.
The five rays of light, like five life-threatening talismans, penetrated the throats of the five people in astonishment, without a trace of hesitation or mercy.
A fourth-level saint-level warrior with a combat power comparable to a seventh-level saint-level warrior faced several mere emperor-level masters, and the result was self-evident.
Flashing in front of Mo Ling, Nangong Ruoli slowly pressed his palm on Mo Ling's head and whispered: "Don't resist!"
Mo Ling saw with her own eyes the gentle look in Nangong Ruoli's eyes when he caught Beicang Jing. As a woman, she naturally guessed the relationship between Nangong Ruoli and Beicang Jing.
Therefore, I did not hesitate and gave up the resistance of my spiritual consciousness.
A stream of light flashed past, and Mo Ling's figure disappeared into the chaotic space. At the same time, Nangong Ruoli turned his attention to the two pairs of opponents fighting fiercely in mid-air.
"Little coward, your grandpa can't even protect your mistress. I'll settle the score with you later!" Nangong Ruoli yelled at Xiao Qilin first.
Ignoring the little Qilin who was secretly having a cold war, he flew directly towards the strong man of the third level of the Saint who was fighting fiercely with Lu Shaochi!
For Nangong Ruoli, only one move is enough to kill this third-level holy man!
However, the half-step master would not give him this chance. Seeing Nangong Ruoli's target turning to his companion, the half-step master was shocked.
Immediately, the long sword trembled, forcing the little Qilin away. At the same time, the sword light surged and shot directly towards Nangong Ruoli's vest.
Surrounding Wei and rescuing Zhao was the only thing he could do at this time.
Nangong Ruoli acted as if the attack did not exist. He thrust out the heaven-defying spear like lightning, twisting the five-color light into one, severely shattering the hastily concentrated attack of the third-level holy master. From his
It passed through the chest.
Immediately, Po Cang Lu took off his hand and flew out, facing the sword light of the half-step master, and slammed into him!