Not even a shred of it was reserved.

This was the first time Fang Che had such an extreme explosion.

Although the other party was a master, but faced with such a huge power of spiritual consciousness, especially the evil spirit of the ancient demon, his mind was so overwhelmed that it stagnated for a moment, and his spiritual consciousness went blank.

Fang Che hugged Zhao Ying'er's body with one hand and swung out the knife.

With a pop, he slashed hard on the neck of the man in black, but due to the serious injury, he was too weak to cut. Instead, he cut off half of the throat. Blood rushed out from the side of the neck like mist.

Hong Er Laizi and Jing Xiuyun had already rushed up like crazy.

The swords all came out, slashing wildly.

The man woke up from a state of unconsciousness and felt a splitting headache. He roared, moved his feet, and made two puff sounds, kicking the two of them until blood spurted out. Then he reached out and pushed the gun hard.

But suddenly the sword light shone in Fang Che's hand, the Seven Blood Spirit Swords.

Saw this sword.

There was a look of extreme shock in the man's eyes, as if he was dumbfounded: "This! This is blood..."

Whoosh!

The sword light penetrated his throat, and half of the sword tip popped out of the back of his neck.

Fang Che roared loudly, slashed with the sword, and a head fell from his neck like a bone.

The man's head fell off, rolled twice, and faced the sky. There was no despair on his face, but shock and disbelief.

It was like seeing something incredible before dying.

The corpse let go of the gun and fell backwards.

Fang Che had also completely lost his strength, his consciousness was in chaos, and his body lost support. At the same time, he fell backwards. Zhao Ying'er's body fell weakly with his body, and fell into his arms with a pop.

middle.

On his back, the spear was dripping with blood, and the barrel of the gun was tilted into the sky.

"Mr. Fang, be careful..."

Jing Xiuyun vomited blood and jumped up, wanting to rush over.

Because... the person who was almost cut into a skeleton by Fang Che is not dead yet. All the bones in his body are almost broken, and there is only one eye left. However, he is dragging his broken leg and rushing towards Fang Che with all his strength. His bones are white and white.

In his hand is a short knife.

boom……

This skeleton was directly chopped out with a sword.

But it was Ye Meng who fell from the sky at the critical moment, struck out with a sword, and then chased after him, using all his strength to slash at the skeleton.

"Kill, kill, kill..."

Puff puff puff...

Cut off the arms, cut off the neck, split the body in two!

Then he threw the long sword and rushed over with all his strength: "Fang Che!"

Fang Che was almost completely confused, and the blood on Zhao Ying'er kept gushing out and falling on him.

A long spear penetrated Zhao Ying'er's back and plunged directly into Fang Che's chest.

The two of them are dressed together like candied haws.

Fang Che's seven orifices were bleeding, and his mind was in pain to the point of confusion, but he hugged Zhao Ying'er tightly. The remaining immeasurable power of the scriptures was desperately pumped into Zhao Ying'er's broken body. With all his remaining strength, he raised his head and shouted hysterically: "

medicine……"

Ye Meng rushed over and immediately took out a bottle of Danyun Divine Pill. He fed the first pill into Zhao Ying'er's mouth, and then fed the second pill into Fang Che's mouth.

As the medicine entered Zhao Ying'er's body, Zhao Ying'er's face only turned rosy for a moment, and then turned pale again.

The enemy's gun was still inserted into her chest. The evil energy was shaking, and Zhao Ying'er's internal organs were already in pieces. The medicinal power entered and then disappeared.

But no one dared to touch this gun.

Because if you move, you will die faster, without even having time to say a word.

"Deacon Zhao..." Ye Meng was helpless and tears fell heavily.

"Ying'er!"

Jing Xiuyun rushed forward: "Ying'er...you, what else do you have to say...quickly..."

Jing Xiuyun was also an old deacon. When he saw Zhao Ying'er like this, he knew it was over.

It's already hopeless.

Zhao Ying'er lay on Fang Che's chest and opened her eyes with difficulty. There was thinking and listening in her eyes. Then, she felt Fang Che's heart beating in his chest next to her.

A gentle smile suddenly appeared in his eyes.

She wanted to raise her head to take another look at her sweetheart's face, but she could no longer lift her head.

The fingers moved slightly.

Eyes watching night dreams.

His fingers were slightly bent, and he pointed at Fang Che with all his strength.

Ye Meng shed tears and nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, don't worry..."

There was a smile in Zhao Ying'er's eyes, and then she blinked, moved hard, and put her face against Fang Che's shoulder, showing a happy look...

His eyes suddenly lost their sparkle.

I'm staying in bed with you in the hospital. If I have nothing to do, I'll check it out myself. Well, I'll do a urine test and it turns out there's some urinary system infection. Or, if I have nothing to do, I'll take two bottles of it myself.
Chapter completed!