When Su Chan saw this scene, she almost fainted from shock. Ziyuan who was standing beside her immediately grabbed Li Yundong's arm, skillfully connected his dislocated arm with both hands, and directed his true energy towards it without hesitation.
It was poured into Li Yundong's body.
At this time, practitioners from Zhengyi Sect, Quanzhen Longmen Sect and other sects gathered around. The practitioners from each sect abandoned their sect opinions for a while and looked at Li Yundong with concern and anxiety, with blood pouring from his chest.
Zhang Kongyun quickly took out a jade bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Ziyuan, saying in a deep voice: "Ziyuan, hurry up and stop the bleeding first!"
Ziyuan reached out to take it without looking at it, uncorked the medicine bottle and poured it towards Li Yundong's chest. This gram of elixir was poured onto Li Yundong's chest, and was immediately diluted by the blood. Ziyuan was concerned at this time.
She was confused and seemed to have lost her usual composure. She panicked and covered the wound on Li Yundong's chest with her hands, trying to suppress the blood from flowing out.
But Li Yundong's chest was penetrated by Xiyuanji Changsheng's palm. The hole was as big as a crocodile's mouth, and there was no way he could cover it with his hands.
Ziyuan covered Li Yundong's chest with both hands, but blood kept pouring out of her chest. She used her fingers to touch Li Yundong's acupuncture points to help him stop the bleeding, but Li Yundong was too overdrawn before, and his blood had already boiled like a volcano.
At this time, the chest injury was serious, and the qi and blood rushing around in the body had a place to go, and it kept flowing out. Where are the acupoints that can stop the bleeding?
When Ziyuan saw that she couldn't stop the bleeding, her face suddenly turned pale, her hands shook slightly, and big beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.
At this time, Mao Yu Chang from the Maoshan sect also squeezed in front of her. Regardless of her desire to compare with Ziyuan, she took out a purple-gold jade bottle from her arms and said hurriedly: "Try this, this is the broken jade of our Maoshan sect."
Rejuvenation Balm!”
Ziyuan took it without saying a word, and without being polite to her, she poured it on Li Yundong's wound, but as soon as she poured it, the flowing blood still couldn't stop.
Everyone was in a panic at this time. Ziyuan, who was usually calm and calm, became an ant on the hot pot. Zhou Qin's eyes were red and he glared at the practitioners of various Japanese sects fiercely. He made up his mind that if Li Yundong
If something happened, he would rush over and fight with them. Anyway, if Li Yundong died, he would not be alive either!
The little girl suddenly became quiet at this time. She looked at Li Yundong with tearful eyes and whispered: "Yundong, you won't leave the little girl alone, right? If you leave, she will be alone.
She is lonely and pitiful. If someone bullies her in the future, who will take care of her? Can you just bear it?"
As the little girl spoke, her tears fell. Her tears dripped into Li Yundong's palms, as if warm spring water was moisturizing the cracked earth. Li Yundong, who was in coma, vaguely felt that someone on the other side was calling him.
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Li Yundong only felt that he was trapped in a dark and chaotic world. He could vaguely hear the voices of people around him, but these voices were all in different directions, and he could not hear clearly. But at this moment, Li Yundong suddenly heard a voice.
The clear and magnetic voice of a middle-aged man came from a very far away place: "Li Yundong, where did your concentration and energy sink to your Dantian? Where did your unity of heaven and man and inaction go?
"
This sound was like lightning that cut through the sky in the darkness, suddenly illuminating Li Yundong's mind. His heart suddenly moved, and he tried to control his scattered golden bodies of the Yang God again, and slowly summoned them back from all directions.
During this process, Li Yundong vaguely felt as if he had entered an indescribable realm, as if he had become one with the world around him. Every flower, every grass, every tree, every tiny creature in Longhu Mountain was condensed with all the energy.
His vitality and aura resonated with his own, and the surrounding aura containing the essence of heaven and earth slowly flowed into his body.
With Li Yundong's attempt, the energy and blood in his body suddenly came under control. He no longer ran around wildly, and the flowing blood immediately slowed down. Deng Yu and Deng Jiao, who were crying with anxiety next to them, immediately became overjoyed and shouted:
"Okay, okay, put some medicine on it, stop it!"
Ziyuan took a look and saw that the blood flowing from Li Yundong's wound had slowed down a lot. She was overjoyed and immediately poured out the remaining medicine in the bottle. At this time, Li Yundong's chest became as sticky as paste.
Afraid of people, Ziyuan didn't care about the dirt and spread the medicinal powder evenly on Li Yundong's chest with both hands.
After her hands were covered with blood, Ziyuan saw that Li Yundong's wound finally stopped bleeding. She breathed a sigh of relief, and her whole body almost seemed to have lost all strength.
When practitioners from all sects saw that Li Yundong's bleeding had stopped, they couldn't help but cheered: "It's okay, it's okay, no internal organs were hurt, and the bleeding has stopped!"
Li Yundong slowly opened his eyes at this time, and the first thing he saw was the pretty face of the little girl. Li Yundong forced a smile, raised his hand to wipe her tears, and said with a smile: "Fool, how could I leave her behind?"
And you!"
Su Chan smiled, but tears rolled down her face. She held Li Yundong's hand tightly with both hands and put his hand against her cheek. It seemed that as soon as she let go, Li Yundong disappeared. She had something to say.
, but when he opened his mouth, his throat was so choked that he couldn't say anything.
Li Yundong smiled and wiped her hair from her ears and temples. His eyes turned to Ziyuan, and he saw this fairy-like figure looking at him with a smile on his face, with tears in his eyes.
Li Yundong smiled at her and said softly: "I'll let you worry about it!"
Ziyuan shook her head quickly, turned her face to the side, and secretly wiped away her tears.
Li Yundong finally looked at Zhou Qin and smiled: "You didn't want to do anything stupid just now, did you?"
Zhou Qin's eyes turned red and she almost shed tears. She said: "Master, if you have any shortcomings, I will kill all the Japanese to avenge you!"
But Li Yundong shook his head and smiled: "Don't be stupid! If something happens to you, who will inherit my mantle? Who will pass on my story to future generations?"
When Zhou Qin heard this, tears flowed down uncontrollably. She thought about the scene when she had just met Li Yundong, from his fierce fight with the gangsters at school, to him making a big show on the stage, to him and Lin You at the school gate.
After the great battle, he struck He Shao with thunder, became famous all over the world at the lotus picking competition, defeated Masako Tachibana on Mount Koya, fought three golden bodies and one thunder calamity at Mount Longhu, shocking the Japanese spiritual world!
Zhang Sanfeng, Wang Chongyang, Chen Pu, Bai Yuchan, Zhang Boduan, these famous practitioners in history, their deeds have been passed down for thousands of years and are still recited by people.
But the once young boy in front of her has grown step by step and now has grown into a great cultivator. Who will remember the stories he has experienced in the future, and how will they be recorded?
Zhou Qin couldn't help but feel crazy thinking about it for a while.
At this time, everyone in the Japanese spiritual community could not help but fall into a suppressed silence. Although the practitioners of various sects saw Li Yundong fall to the ground, they were not happy at all.
They knew that although Li Yundong was seriously injured and fell to the ground, he almost completely destroyed the morale of the Japanese spiritual community. He made them realize one thing: in the future, if this person is in China, they will always be shrouded in this man's shadow.
In the shadows, you are not allowed to stand up!
For Japanese practitioners who are extremely proud and arrogant in their hearts, how can they tolerate it?
Even Abe, who has always been opposed to coming to China, said in a sad and heavy voice at this time: "What should we do now? Our failure has created a legend, which will be passed down to the world forever, and we will always become that tragedy and shame.
Supporting roles and footnotes!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the former Dacheng Cult practitioner named Otsuka shouted angrily: "No, we must kill this Li Yundong! Otherwise we will bear this shame forever!"
Abe was furious and scolded: "Kill him? Then you will always bear a bad reputation that will last forever!"
Otsuka roared loudly: "I would rather bear this eternal infamy alone than let such a powerful enemy survive in the world!"
He knelt down on the ground with a plop, his back straight, his eyes scanned the people on the field sharply, and he shouted sternly: "I have made up my mind! I have decided to go on the field and challenge him again. If I unfortunately die in the battle, I hope someone else will come forward next."
Come out! Gentlemen, we are small as individuals, and our reputation is insignificant! But the reputation of our spiritual practice community in Japan must not be ruined in our hands! Gentlemen, this is a national war, and there is no room for loss!"
As he spoke, he bent down heavily, then raised his head with a decisive look on his face, strode onto the court, and shouted in an extremely blunt Chinese dialect: "Li Yundong, are you not dead yet? If you are not dead yet, how dare you
Fight again!!”
His words made practitioners from all sects in the Chinese cultivation world furious. Even a mature and prudent practitioner like Xu Yangzi could not help but burst into anger and shouted angrily: "You Japanese are so shameless!
You can speak your mind! There is no need for Mr. Li to take action against a guy like you. Come on, come on, let’s do two moves!"
Zhang Kongyun, Zhang Ling, Du Fei, Wei Qing, Deng Yu, Deng Jiao and others were even more furious and yelled and cursed loudly. For a while, the venue was full of people and curses continued.
But Otsuka's expression remained unchanged, as if he couldn't hear the roar of the crowd. He stared at Li Yundong like a wolf or an eagle, as if he was staring at his prey.
Li Yundong didn't know what the other party's intention was. He smiled slightly, but before he could speak, Ziyuan beside him couldn't help but grabbed his arm.
Li Yundong turned his head and saw this woman who was as beautiful as a fairy biting her lips hard, her brows full of pleading, gently shaking her head towards him, as if she was begging him not to play again.
Zhou Qin, who was beside him, also looked shocked and said in a trembling voice: "Master, this is their plan to provoke the generals. Don't fall for it!"
Li Yundong smiled and turned to look at Su Chan, only to see the little girl's tears rolling down her face. She just looked at him without saying a word.
Li Yundong couldn't help but asked with a smile: "Little girl, why don't you persuade me?"
Su Chan wiped her tears with the back of her hand, forced a smile, and choked with sobs: "Yundong, I know what you are thinking. You want to solve them once and for all, don't you? You are afraid that we will be implicated in the future, right? You
If you want to go, go for it, anyway... you know that I will always be behind you, no matter what you do, I will not stop you. It was like this before, it is like this now, and it will still be like this in the future!"
Although there was a hole in Li Yundong's chest and he lost a lot of blood, he felt warm in his heart. He looked at Su Chan tenderly, stretched out his hand to gently caress her face, and looked at her as if there was no one else around. He said softly:
"Little girl, you understand me best after all!"
He laughed and said softly to Su Chan: "Help me up!"
Su Chan casually wiped the tears off her face, quickly rubbed them on her body, and then gently helped Li Yundong up.
At this time, the people watching were all shocked. They looked at Li Yundong in disbelief, as if they couldn't believe their eyes: This guy who almost died just now still wants to play? Is he crazy?
Zhang Kongyun on the side couldn't help but advise: "Zhenren Li, there are still practitioners from other sects who can participate, so don't force it!"
Mao Yuchang, who was sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued, also advised: "Zhenren Li, stop showing off, you, you will die if you play again!"
Li Yundong smiled slightly and said softly: "The other party challenged me by name, how could I avoid the fight?"
As he said that, he walked slowly to the field. He looked at Otsuka up and down, with a somewhat sarcastic smile on his face, and said softly: "Hey, a mere Yang Shen master wants to come and take advantage? Come on, let's go.
come over!"
Although Li Yundong spoke softly, everyone heard him clearly, and the place was extremely quiet for a while.
Practitioners from various sects in the Japanese spiritual world also looked at Li Yundong solemnly, with extremely complicated expressions, including shock, surprise, and a bit of deep awe...
Otsuka looked at Li Yundong standing on the field, his handsome face was pale, one hand was touching his chest, his body was a little shaky, as if he could be pushed over with a finger, but he felt that this man's figure could fall at any time.
It's as majestic as a mountain, like a towering mountain with no top visible standing in front of you!
Otsuka was horrified in his heart and thought to himself: This man was so seriously injured and still has such power. If he is allowed to survive this test, we in the Japanese spiritual community will really be unable to hold our heads up in front of him in the future! This is so terrifying.
The enemy must not stay in this world!
Otsuka's heart was shocked, and he let out a fierce shout like a wild beast. He held a spear in his hand and slammed the tail of the spear on the ground!
With a crisp sound of "zheng", two sharp prongs popped out from the tip of the spear. It was the king of spear skills in ancient Japanese martial arts: the Hohoin style cross spear!