At this time, Monk Huicong had already walked to Monk Huiming, stretched out his hand to snoop his breath, and his condensed brows finally sootheed, and his tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and his body slipped softly to the ground, and was supported by Monk Huikong beside him, and said in surprise: Junior Brother Huicong, Brother Huicong

Huicong only felt a dizzy feeling in his mind. He blinked his eyes a few times before he could resist his dizziness. However, his face turned pale, and he said weakly for a while: Senior Brother Huikong is not in trouble, but he was just injured.

Before Huicong could finish his words, Monk Huikong suddenly felt a slippery feeling from his hand holding Huicong's back. He stretched his hand back and saw it, and couldn't help but be shocked again, because his hands were already dyed red with blood, and the red blood slid down his palms like water.

Monk Huikong hurriedly looked behind Huicong, but saw a long knife wound on his back almost spanning the entire back, and the wound was very deep, and the pink flesh was rolled out. He couldn't help but gasp. He quickly took out a bottle of white medicine from his arms and sprinkled it on Monk Huicon's wound. Let's stop bleeding for the time being, otherwise he would die if he bleeded.

After a while, Monk Huicong finally took a breath and said weakly: Junior Brother Huiming was not seriously injured. If he hadn't been strong, he would have died long ago. Now he would have only half his life left.

After saying that, Monk Huicong looked at Wu Feng again and said with concern: Our brothers and sisters are temporarily safe, but the little donor is probably in danger. Senior Brother Huikong's little donor was also seriously injured. The poor monk glanced at him just now, and his body was covered with green energy. He used the power of true energy and consumed his life. It was also very unfavorable to his cultivation. He was young and had a high level of cultivation, but he had already struggled to deal with the masked Taoist. There was so many evil souls that he would definitely lose. Let's call him here to hide. It's just a moment.

With a crisp sound, Old Liu finally pulled out the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword from the rock, then jumped and jumped off the rock. Without saying a word, he was about to run towards Wu Feng, but Monk Huikong grabbed his wrist and said hurriedly: This donor, you can't go, you are injured, those evil souls are too powerful, you will die when you go there.

I am over seventy years old and have already lived a solid life. If I don’t save him, I will not be ashamed to see his master. Master Huikong, please let go. I know that you have done your best and are very grateful to you. Old Liu said sincerely.

The old donor should not blame me for being rude. Please ask you if you think my monk’s cultivation is higher or your cultivation is higher? Monk Huicong asked.

This is also necessary to ask, of course it is your awesomeness. I know that the monk wants to advise me not to die, but this kid has a relationship with me and has a lifelong relationship with his master. I must not watch him die with Lao Liu's eyes red.
Chapter completed!