When Wu Feng fell to the ground, he sprayed blood again and his face changed drastically. If he hadn't been wearing the soft golden cicada armor given by Mr. Meng Chiyou, he was hit hard by the Green Dragon Elder, Wu Feng would have died long ago.

Miss Wu Feng Yuanyue reached out to support Wu Feng, but she was also seriously injured and did not have much strength. After working hard for a few times, she still couldn't move Wu Feng's body. It seemed that Wu Feng was really seriously injured this time.

Zhou Ming was anxious and angry when he saw Wu Feng being injured by the Qinglong Elder. In a flash, the Chiwen Bone Sword burst out once and swept towards Special Envoy Yang with a sword.

The Envoy Yang hurriedly used the black sword to block it, and the remaining thunder spirits suddenly fell on the black sword. The Envoy Yang felt his whole body numb, and the black sword in his hand fell to the ground, and his body was immediately bounced out and rolled into the grass.

The wizards and black iron masked men around him were immediately forced to retreat. Some of them were hit by Lei Yi and fell to the ground on the spot, with white smoke rising all over his body.

He turned around with his sword, and Zhou Ming walked quickly towards Wu Feng and helped him up. However, seeing that Wu Feng's face was as pale as paper and blood was still dripping from the corners of his mouth, he must have suffered serious internal injuries.

Junior brother, Zhou Ming said anxiously.

I can't die. Elder Qinglong is really amazing. He is the first person to break my Yin-Yang Eight-Combination Infinite Marrow Cleansing Sutra without any damage. Wu Feng said, taking a deep breath and leaning on the big tree. After sitting firmly, Wu Feng looked at Zhou Ming again and said a little discouraged: Senior brother, I'm afraid he really can't get out of this Blood Witch Village this time. Now that they are seriously injured, they have not finished speaking, and Wu Feng coughed twice again and vomited a mouthful of blood foam.

On the other side, Elder Qinglong was not in a hurry to take the lives of Zhou Ming and Wu Feng. In his eyes, these three people were almost the same as dead people.

Elder Qinglong is now standing in front of an old body. This person is his apprentice Yin Qianshang. Although he is not dead yet, he only breathes in one breath. His essence and blood were almost sucked dry by Wu Feng's Yin-Yang Baquan Wudi Zhuo Shuan. His skin was wrinkled, like a skin sticking to a bone. Even his eyes turned dim and turned slightly. However, at this time, Yin Qianshang did not lose hope of survival. He trembled with a dry hand and grabbed Elder Qinglong's black robe. He opened his mouth, but fell a few teeth. Finally, he squeezed out a few hoarse and ugly syllables from his throat: Master, save me, save me

Elder Qinglong looked at the disciple he had taught carefully and became like this, which was neither human nor ghost. In addition to being sad, he was more angry. He looked down at Yin Qianshang and said lightly: Shang'er, you have been practicing as a teacher since childhood, and your teacher treats you as your own flesh and blood. Now that you end up like this, your teacher can't help you, you can only give you a ride, but you don't worry, your teacher will definitely avenge you.
Chapter completed!