The sky thunder struck down one after another, with a huge momentum. The thousand-year-old blood demon had no sound. The turtle spirit of the Xuanwu elder was shocked, and his soul was also damaged. It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. The Xuanwu elder took his ghost head crutch and ran towards Li Lao Ni and the others. -\      Classic book friends uploaded - see the latest update chapters on Baidu search for book titles plus 8&48;&48;Xiao&35498;

Above the sky, dark clouds gathered, and the thunder rumbling, but it became smaller and smaller. Even the strong wind stopped whistling, but no more thunder fell on that day.

After another cup of tea, the wind stopped, the clouds stopped, and the heavy rain stopped, turning into drizzling rain flowers, covering the world in front of us in a faint mist.

Old Liu still maintained the sword-raising movement, with a tall and tall figure. However, the purple light on the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword had dimmed, and then there was no glory.

Old Liu stared at his head and stood there like a sculpture, motionless.

The whole world finally became quiet. Xue Guiyi climbed up from the ground tremblingly. His eyes were filled with tears at some point and rolled down silently. He moved towards Lao Liu's head step by step, his upper and lower lips kept shaking. He wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't even say a word.

Wu Feng took the medicine of Xue Guidian, and the wound on his body stopped bleeding, and his consciousness gradually became much clearer. The scene of thunder just now came down, which was extremely shocking. Wu Feng naturally saw it. He didn't know what was happening to Lao Liu's head, but a very bad premonition lingered in his heart. The purple talisman was like a spell, and it couldn't be removed in front of him. Lao Liu turned his head to look at him, and the resolute expression teared Wu Feng's heart again and again.

He dragged his broken body and crawled on the ground, crawling towards Lao Liu's head with difficulty. The tears surged out again and fell to the ground.

Uncle Liu, I will take you out now. You must hold on. Wu Feng choked and murmured, and his body was on the ground inch by inch of difficulty.

This short distance was as far as ten thousand miles away, but Wu Feng still climbed to Old Liu's side.

Old Liu still stood like that, with his body straight and proudly standing, but he didn't say a word.

Doctor Xue Gui stretched out a hand tremblingly and gently placed it on Lao Liu's arm, but the beginning was covered with stickyness, stained with blood from one hand.

Wu Feng raised his head, looked up at him, and called Uncle Liu softly.

Suddenly, Old Liu's head swayed, and he smashed it backwards like a big tree that was cut down. He didn't even have time to help him up.

Cough cough

Old Liu's head finally made a sound, but he vomited blood from his mouth. Wu Feng was anxious, endured the stinging pain all over his body, and crawled towards Old Liu's head again.

Wu Feng hugged Lao Liu's shoulder and cried bitterly: Uncle Liu, you must hold on. We must return to Dakong Temple to save my senior brother.

Before Old Liu could reply, Wu Feng looked at Doctor Xue Gui and said in a pleading tone: Mr. Xue, please save him quickly, Mr. Liu can’t die.
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