Xiao Lei was really helpless and could only acquiesce to Ling Zhao's action. He placed the golden flower on Mrs. Xi's abdomen. Suddenly, the flower bloomed with golden light, and then it melted like ice and snow, completely melting into Mrs. Xi's flesh and blood.
among.
Xiao Lei was stunned when he saw this, and stammered: "What the hell is this? Why did it suddenly disappear?"
Ling Zhao said with a sinking face: "I won't harm her, please stop the bleeding and heal her injuries as soon as possible."
Xiao Lei managed to calm down, but still frowned and said: "The fatal injury is inside, and stopping the bleeding will probably not help."
Ling Zhao shook his head and said: "There is no need to worry about internal injuries, just don't let her lose too much blood."
Although Xiao Lei was hesitant, he still had no choice but to follow the instructions and bury his head in cooking carefully.
Ling Zhao was lost for a moment, then sighed softly and put away the Jade Box Golden Sutra again.
At this time, the snow in the sky was getting heavier and heavier, almost pouring down all over the sky, and everything as far as the eye could see was a vast expanse of white. Ling Zhao's whole body was filled with true energy, and his powerful force covered an area of about ten feet, making all the falling snowflakes evaporate.
It turns into a dense mist.
Xiao Lei felt the warm atmosphere around him, and finally calmed down, and his movements became more skillful.
In the rustling sound of falling snow, although no words were heard, there was an indescribable tacit understanding that actually made this rustling winter scene feel warm.
A full half an hour passed before I heard Xiao Lei let out a sigh of relief and said with a slight breath: "Okay, the external injury is not serious, but there is nothing I can do about the internal injury."
Ling Zhao patted Xiao Lei on the shoulder and said gently: "Don't worry, it will be fine."
Xiao Lei glanced at Ling Zhao, and suddenly two red clouds floated on his face. Ling Zhao's mouth moved slightly when he saw this, and he said lightly: "Is it because of drinking?"
Hearing this, Xiao Lei became more and more embarrassed. He turned his head and snorted: "Why are you drinking? I am tired. Don't stand and talk without your back hurting."
Ling Zhao wiped away the fine beads of sweat on Xiao Lei's temples and said with approval: "I see, thank you for your hard work."
Xiaolei's face was feverish, and he shrank uncomfortably. He lowered his eyebrows and said in a pensive voice, "Have you ever used that weird flower of yours before?"
Ling Zhao shook his head and said: "This is the only one given by my mentor."
Xiao Lei was shocked and said with wide eyes: "Then you are willing to give up?"
Ling Zhao smiled and said: "Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I am not a hypocrite."
A strange light flashed in Xiaolei's eyes, and he pursed his lips and chuckled: "I think you are infatuated with Sister Song, that's why you are so reckless, huh... be careful of beating her husband to death in the future."
Ling Zhao laughed dumbly, waved his hands and said: "Stop talking nonsense, can you take her back now?"
Xiaolei pondered and said: "Sister Song has injured her muscles and bones, and I have helped her take care of them. However, if the internal injuries have not improved, moving them rashly may cause more injuries."
Ling Zhao said humbly: "That's fine, just think carefully. The enemy can maim her to this point, so we must not take it lightly."
Xiaolei's heart tightened, and he lowered his head and examined it: "Sister Song's wound was penetrated, but with such a broad blade, could it be...?"
Ling Zhao frowned and said, "It's not the Giant Bite Sword. Shen Tuli has no reason."
Xiaolei said disapprovingly: "It's hard to say. The big guy was forced to kneel down in public by Sister Song. Who knows whether he would use it for personal gain? What's more, the burnt wound must be an extremely intense internal energy. The big guy today
I haven’t used any magic calamity fire before, but do you think it looks like that move?”
Ling Zhao solemnly said: "Shentu Li and I fought purely with internal strength, he did not use this move."
Xiao Lei murmured softly, then suddenly his heart moved, and he blurted out: "By the way, Sister Song said it was a 'knife' or something that hurt her. Are there any such masters of swordsmanship in the martial arts who practice fiery internal strength?"
Ling Zhao frowned, and after a moment he sighed and said: "I was so anxious to save her just now, but I really didn't have time to ask her in detail. We'll wait until she wakes up. Well...has her pulse condition improved?"
Xiaolei put his finger on Mrs. Xi's wrist vein, but for a moment he saw a confused look on his face, obviously very puzzled.
Ling Zhao saw this and asked again: "How?"
Xiao Lei came back to his senses and said nonchalantly: "The pulse is quite peaceful. Your strange...life-saving Qihua is indeed effective. It's just that Sister Song's pulse beats very strangely, as if there are two people together, but again
If you look carefully you can’t feel it anymore.”
There was an imperceptible darkness in Ling Zhao's eyes, but he said calmly: "That's not surprising. She is already married and may be pregnant."
Xiaolei's heart skipped a beat, and his young face turned red as he said, "Ah...is that so? So only when you get married can you have a baby?"
When Ling Zhao saw Xiao Lei's cowardly look, he couldn't laugh or cry for a moment, so he just wanted to make a few jokes.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, he suddenly felt a strange atmosphere around him. It was so cold and heavy that it was almost suffocating, and it actually made him change his face.
On the long street on a snowy night, I saw a giant figure who was getting taller and taller slowly approaching. He was dressed in a large black robe, and his entire face was covered by the shadow of a soap cloth felt hat.
, wearing nine-eared hemp shoes, his steps were steady but not heaviness at all.
Xiao Lei also noticed the person coming, and couldn't help but feel worried. Ling Zhao signaled Xiao Lei to calm down with his hand, and then said with a deep voice: "Friend, stop here."
The visitor seemed not to have been heard, but still gradually approached. Lingzhao's sword eyebrows were raised, and he was about to scold him again, but he saw the visitor suddenly stretched his hand to his shoulder. Then he heard a dragon's roar, and a dark green ancient bronze sword appeared.
Hold it in his hand.
Ling Zhao and Xiao Lei both froze when they saw this, looking at each other with their minds fixed. Ling Zhao asked in a deep voice, "It seems you are the one who committed the murder?"
The visitor paused for a moment and responded in a hoarse voice: "That's it for now."
Ling Zhao was startled, and then he suddenly saw a dark green killing light sweeping towards him. The powerful wind and thunder brought up frost and frost like wheels, trying to twist everything in front of him into powder.
Even though Ling Zhao was changing, he was not alarmed. The holy energy flowed in his palms, and he shouted fiercely to face the sword of death. It was the unique skill of the Wutai Sect, the Seal of Manjusri's Dharma.
The extreme moves were facing each other, and there was no turning back. At the moment when the swords and palms suddenly clashed, the field suddenly fell silent. The flying snow in the sky actually condensed into a huge pillar soaring into the sky, and the hunting wind swept the two of them into it. Then there was only a deafening sound.
There was a loud noise, and the snow pillar could not bear the pull of both sides, and it collapsed instantly.
At the moment when Han Biao was dancing, the two of them took half a step back. Ling Zhao's face was as hard as steel, and he slowly said: "What a good opponent."
The bronze sword giant whispered: "Name?"
Ling Zhao said solemnly: "Hedong, Wei Tingzhao."
The bronze sword giant held the sword with one hand and nodded in response: "Hedong, Gai Nie."
Ling Zhao's sword-browed eyebrows said: "Imitate the ancients?"
The bronze sword giant said coldly: "Knowing this name will only lead to death."
Ling Zhao said clearly: "If you want to frame the blame, you should silence yourself."
The bronze sword giant nodded slightly and said, "That's it."
Ling Zhao was not willing to show weakness, so he immediately said in a loud voice: "I feel the same."