The grace of this sword far surpassed any magical skill that Eugene had ever seen.
Only the immortals in heaven can display such dazzling sword skills.
This sword should not exist in the mortal world!
However, no one could have imagined that such a brilliant sword would come from the hands of an ordinary young man.
"puff!"
Faced with such a gorgeous sword move, Eugene was fascinated by it. It wasn't until a sharp pain hit his heart that he suddenly came back to his senses and found that the sword in Shi Xiaolong's hand had pierced his own body at some point.
chest.
Following the pain were waves of indescribable weakness.
How can it be?
What the hell kind of joke is God playing on this?
I was actually injured on the hand of an ant!
His eyes were full of disbelief, and he could hardly believe that the ants under his feet could actually give him an almost fatal blow.
Hit, hit?
The person who was hit by the sword was puzzled, but the person who took out the sword was also shocked. Shi Xiaolong looked at the long sword in his hand in confusion, as if he was in a dream, but the top of the sword had already sunk into Eugene's chest.
In fact, the strength that Eugene showed before was too terrifying. Even if he understood the Nine Swords of the Immortals, he still did not think that he would be stronger than his opponent.
Inexplicably stabbing the opponent's vital point, for Shi Xiaolong, it was like winning a lottery, as dreamlike as a dream.
How dare you hurt me!
This ant must die!
Eugene gradually came to his senses, his heart was filled with anger, and a fierce light shot out from his eyes, ready to use his right foot to crush Shi Xiaolong.
However, Shi Xiaolong's reaction was one step faster than him. He suddenly exerted force on his right hand and pulled out the sword with a "chi" sound. The bright red liquid suddenly splashed in all directions.
As the sword blade separated from his body, Eugene felt a strong sense of dizziness pouring into his mind. His feet suddenly became weak and unable to step on them.
"Snapped!"
At this time, another lying tree was pushed aside, and then, Wang Taro's head came out from underneath.
His face was covered with mud, and his eyes were rolling around. He couldn't help showing surprise when he saw the strange sight here.
"cut!"
Seeing another spiritual master appear on the other side, Eugene knew that his condition was extremely poor. If he continued to insist on taking Shi Xiaolong's life, he would probably lose himself, so he curled his lips unwillingly.
He used up his last strength and staggered towards the forest, and soon disappeared without a trace.
"Where to go...poof!"
When Shi Xiaolong saw him running away, he became anxious and struggled to get up to catch up. As soon as he yelled three words, he felt that his bones were weak and his whole body was weak. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
It seems that the magical techniques are not so easy to perform!
I'm still too weak!
Knowing that he had exhausted the spiritual skills taught by the gods by forcing him to do so, Shi Xiaolong wanted to kill Eugene once and for all, but he was powerless and could only watch as he ran further and further away until he disappeared from sight.
Although this "Nine Swords of the Immortal Spirit" is extremely powerful, its consumption of spiritual power has reached an exaggerated level. Although Shi Xiaolong has been promoted to the level of Spirit Master, the skills he practiced are only at the silver level. He only fired one sword, and the spiritual power in his body was
It was completely beaten, and even the foundation was slightly damaged.
"Snapped!"
Hearing a soft sound coming from beside him, Shi Xiaolong turned around and saw Wang Yutou lying on the ground with his face down and his back up, motionless, and he fell to the ground.
It turned out that he had already been seriously injured. He was able to climb out from under the tree and had burned his ancient power. He couldn't even think about fighting or anything like that.
"Ghost-drill, Ghost-drill, how are you?"
Ran Sujuan's soft and anxious voice came from the other side, "Wake up, wake up quickly!"
How miserable!
Is this war?
Why is there a war?
What were those who started the war thinking?
The pain and weakness in the body, Wang Yatou who is lying on the sand, the unconscious ghost mandrill, Ran Sujuan who is anxious and crying, a messy forest, and the weak breathing of Zhang Bangbang and others buried under the tree...
In Shi Xiaolong's eyes, all this was clearly close before his eyes, yet seemed to be far away in the horizon. It seemed clearly visible, but yet it was misty.
A young man who was not deeply involved in the world finally had an intuitive feeling and a new understanding of war.
…
"Did you kill this?"
Looking at Tianshu's body frozen into ice, Zhong Wen couldn't help but ask.
"Yes." Liu Qiqi nodded and reviewed the battle in a few words.
Her narration ability is still open to question. There is almost no difference between what she said and whether she didn't. If Zheng Yueting, Zi Yuan and others hadn't added explanations on the side, Zhong Wen would have been almost lonely.
"Is your injury okay?"
Hearing that Liu Qiqi was seriously injured by Tianshu, Zhong Wen asked with concern, "Do you want me to take a look at it for you?"
"Thanks to Senior Ding's intervention." Liu Qiqi shook her head, "It has been cured."
"Thank you." Zhong Wen's face straightened, he turned his head and bowed respectfully to Old Monster Ding.
Monster Ding saved my daughter, why do you need to thank me?
Could it be that this kid has some plans for Qiqi?
Liu Sanque on the side glanced at Zhong Wen unhappily, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.
At this moment, his mood was exactly the same as that of Saint Bing Chi. In other words, the world's great men all had similar wariness towards wild boars wandering outside their vegetable gardens.
"Ding doesn't dare to take credit for Miss Qiqi's injury." Old strange Ding blushed and waved his hands, "With Miss Ning'er here, even if I don't take action, her life is definitely not in danger."
"Senior is too modest." Zhong Wen said sincerely, "No matter what, Qiqi was cured by you. Zhong Wen has recorded this feeling. If you need me in the future, it doesn't matter."
So, why do you need to remember my daughter’s injuries?
Liu Sanque's face became even more ugly. If he hadn't considered that his right arm was now broken and his strength was greatly reduced, he would have almost been unable to help but step forward and teach the boy in white an unforgettable lesson.
"You're welcome, little brother. I don't have anything to say..." Old Monster Ding was about to say a few polite words when his expression suddenly froze. He seemed to have thought of something, and then asked, "By the way, little brother, you have great medical skills, and
I am proficient in alchemy, but I wonder if there is a way to cure Sanque’s broken arm?”
As soon as these words came out, Liu Sanque couldn't help but widen his eyes, as if he had heard a fantasy.
"Ding Lao'er, even you, the most miraculous doctor in the world, can't cure my arm." He finally couldn't hold himself back and said, "How could he do anything?"
He did not notice that when he mentioned Zhong Wen, his tone was not friendly.
"It's just a joke to be the best in the world." Unexpectedly, Old Monster Ding shook his head repeatedly and replied seriously, "Brother Zhong Wen's medical skills are far better than mine, and his alchemy skills are even more superb. I can't cure him, and I can't cure him."
It doesn’t mean there’s nothing he can do.”
"Zhong Wen, can you... help him take a look?" Liu Qiqi hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but say.
Seeing that the expression on Old Monster Ding's face didn't look fake, Liu Sanque's heart suddenly shook and he could hardly believe his ears.
And Liu Qiqi asked Zhong Wen for help for herself, which made him feel complicated. He didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.
His daughter's statement undoubtedly shows that his status in her heart has improved.
However, Liu Qiqi was so close to another young man, which made him inexplicably unhappy.
"Leave it to me!"
It was rare for Liu Qiqi to ask for help, so Zhong Wen naturally had no reason not to agree. He walked to Liu Sanque's side and reached out to where his right shoulder was broken, "Uncle Liu, I'm offended!"
"No, no need, right?"
Knowing that the other party wanted to treat him, Liu Sanque still reluctantly took two steps back, "My right arm has been destroyed and I can't get it back."
"What's that?"
Unexpectedly, Zhong Wen said lightly, "Just find another arm!"
Before he finished speaking, his right arm suddenly swelled up a bit and easily grabbed Liu Sanque's shoulder.
Liu Sanque's expression changed dramatically. When he was about to struggle, he felt that the palms on his shoulders were like iron pliers, restraining him from moving at all.
Could it be that I saw through this kid's plot and planned to harm me?
Such an idea came to his mind inexplicably.
"It can be cured!"
Before his persecution paranoia could ferment, Zhong Wen smiled and said, "Just find a suitable arm."
"His arm has been broken for too long, and the nerves in the wound have been necrotic." Old Monster Ding was happy at first, but then doubted, "Even if it is connected, I'm afraid it won't be able to return to its original state."
"Cut off another section of the necrotic area." Zhong Wen replied decisively, "There will be some pain, but after it is reattached and supplemented with pills, it will definitely recover nine out of ten. Besides, I have already found a suitable arm.
"
"Seriously?" Old weirdo Ding said happily.
"I heard that Senior Liu is one of the best swordsmen in the world, so the arms given to him cannot be too mediocre."
As he spoke, Zhong Wen glanced at Tianshu's body on the ground intentionally or unintentionally, "Speaking of top swordsmen, isn't there one lying here?"