"That's right, Nanyao Golden Crow, come here. I am indeed exhausted. If you bring more Golden Crow, you can definitely kill me." I stood up and said angrily.
It's not that I'm pretending, but the injury on my back is burning and hurting now.
I really didn't have the strength to shout to him.
But what I didn't expect was that after hearing what I said, Nan Yao Jinwu, who was striding forward, suddenly retracted his foot. So fast that he almost tripped over his own right foot.
He stumbled abruptly and lost all his previous majesty.
"Nanyao Golden Crow, what are you doing!?" The demon king was furious when he saw this scene.
If he hadn't been beaten so hard by Lin Zhenhua, how could he be so passive?
What's even more irritating is that the damn Commander-in-Chief of Middle-earth has obviously been greatly reduced to level 4. As a demon king, he is about to be promoted to level 5, but he can still be stopped by him.
"Demon King, I..." Nanyao Golden Crow looked at me and hesitated to speak.
But his fear and worry were too obvious.
So the Demon King immediately said: "What the hell! Don't you believe me? Zang Ling'er is a weakling. If you don't kill her now, will you kill us when she recovers?"
"Yes! Demon King." After hearing this, Nan Yao Golden Crow didn't delay any longer.
There was no point in fearing him if he was going to die anyway.
When I saw the Nan Yao Golden Crow spread its wings and flew towards me, I instinctively closed my eyes. The Spring and Autumn Pen in my hand was also loosened, because I had already hidden a ghost seal pattern and was ready to fight with it.
Nan Yao died together.
But what I didn't expect was that Nan Yao didn't fly in front of me in the end.
On the contrary, they were blocked by a group of soul-suppressing soldiers, but how could the soul-suppressing soldiers who were only at level 2 or even not even at level 2 be able to stop the level 4 Nanyao Golden Crow.
"Get away!" Seeing Nan Yao waving his wings angrily, I shouted quickly.
Instead of listening to my words, the leader of the soul-suppressing soldiers shouted: "Everyone forms a formation and will protect Zang Guoshi to the death."
"Okay, I want to see how you level 2 soul-suppressing soldiers can stop me." The Nanyao Golden Crow flapped its wings violently, and countless feathers turned into flying lings.
He stabbed at the soul-suppressing soldiers quickly and accurately, and all the soul-suppressing soldiers waved their swords to resist.
But the insurmountable gap between Level 2 and Level 4 makes their resistance seem weak and useless.
But even so, they still did not give up. One died in the battle and the other immediately came on the bench, in order to stop Nan Yao Golden Crow from coming to me at all costs.
"Stop! Don't do this, it's useless." I shouted anxiously.
I really want to tell them that my situation will never recover for a while. And with the advent of the End of the Dharma, their strength is getting lower and lower.
On the contrary, the evil spirits will become stronger and stronger, which is like hitting a stone with an egg.
"Master Zang, you won't know until you try it." At this time, Jiao Mujiao, the soul-killing general of Kyoto, also led people to surround me: "Giving up now is not in line with your style."
I was stunned for a moment and didn't react, but Jiaomu Jiao continued: "When you faced the four kings, I was deeply impressed by your bravery and fearlessness, Master Zang."
"I……"
I really want to tell Jiao Mujiao that the situation now is different from then.
I can't even draw the basic ghost seal pattern now, and all the ones I drew before have been used up.
But looking at the Jiaomu Jiao and a group of soul-suppressing soldiers fighting the enemy bravely, I still couldn't say these words in the end.
It was at this time that Lin Zhenhua's voice came: "Zang Ling'er, a strong man above level 4 is not only strong in body but also in soul. Otherwise, how could Anyang Zhenhun General still be able to do this when his legs were crippled?
Kill the evil spirit."
"What do you mean?" I looked at Lin Zhenhua suspiciously, not understanding what he meant.
After all, my current situation is completely different from that of Anyang Zhenhun General.
"What you care about often limits you. Zang Ling'er, you are not only the national master of Middle-earth, but also the great luck master. The great luck master can mobilize the luck of the world!"
After saying this, Lin Zhenhua's shoulder was penetrated by the demon king's sharp claws, and blood spurted out instantly.
"Hahaha, Commander-in-Chief of Middle-earth, you are too busy caring for yourself and still thinking about others." The Demon King, fast in and out, immediately retracted his claws.
Without the claws to cover it, Lin Zhenhua's shoulder injury looked even more horrific.
"Chief!"
"Lin Zhenhua."
Seeing this scene, Jiaomu Jiao and Demon Queen Chi Ling'er immediately shouted out.
Unfortunately, it was at this moment that Zhuang Daoran finally found Chi Ling'er's weakness and slashed with his sword without hesitation. Three of Chi Ling'er's nine tails were immediately cut off.
Having lost her fox tail, she rolled on the ground in pain and was no longer able to stop Zhuang Daoran.
"Hahaha, Demon Queen, I will spare your life just because I look at the Demon King's face." Then Zhuang Daoran immediately slashed at Lin Zhenhua with his knife: "Mr. Zhongtu, let me send you on your way today."
Upon seeing this, Jiaomu Jiao immediately rushed forward, trying to block Zhuang Daoran.
But he was no match for Zhuang Daoran before, and now under the suppression of the Dharma Ending Era, he is even less so.
Zhuang Daoran naturally didn't take him to heart, and immediately swung his sword and said, "General of the Soul of Kyoto, since you are anxious to die, I will help you."
Jiaomu Jiao tried his best, but due to the difference in strength, he still couldn't dodge the knife in the end.
In an instant, his back was stained red with blood.
Seeing this, Zhuang Daoran took advantage of the victory and pursued him. He raised his sword again and prepared to cut off the head of the hornwood dragon. Fortunately, this time the hornwood dragon reacted quickly and managed to escape by turning over.
But even if he escaped the fatal blow, he was still thrown to the ground hard.
Zhuang Daoran was no longer interested in him at this moment. After all, killing Lin Zhenhua was the most important thing at this time.
But Zhuang Daoran could see clearly, how could the Jiaomu Jiao not know?
He immediately hugged Zhuang Daoran's feet, making it difficult for him to move even an inch.
"Go away!" Zhuang Daoran shouted angrily.
Zhuang Daoran was extremely angry when he was stopped at the last moment.
But the Jiaomu Jiao held on tightly and refused to let go.
When Lin Zhenhua saw that he was injured, the Demon King seemed to have his fighting spirit rekindled. He launched another more violent attack on him.
But even so, Lin Zhenhua still didn't forget to complete what he just said: "Zang Linger, haven't you figured it out yet?"
Although I didn't want to admit it, I still looked at Yao and shook my head heavily.
I do not understand.
I really don’t understand, and this cannot be false at all.
"Just like how you saved Feng Zhixiao back then, all the energy and blood in his body were exhausted. You were able to save him, but you only had such a small wound on your back, why couldn't you do anything!" The last part of the sentence
Lin Zhenhua almost shouted the words.
yes.
I didn't react until I was reminded of his words.
At that time, in order to resist Feng Qingyu's corpse knife, Feng Zhixiao had no choice but to turn his blood into a knife. The blood all over his body was gone, and I could help him take it back.
So now the injury on my back seems to be nothing. This chapter has been completed!