What kind of power can be unleashed by a wounded person?

He underestimated the high priest, he trusted his little sister too much, and the high priest was obviously healthier than anyone else

Seeing the huge blue waves turn into blades, he was about to stab his body one by one, but Haotian was powerless, and his legs were almost weak in fright.

Around, there were bursts of painful howls, which were the moans of the people he had brought with him, after they had been injured.

He flipped through the air, but unexpectedly, his right arm was cut open by the wind blade, and he kept bleeding

Unprecedented fear spread in his heart, and suddenly, a wind blade, as if it had eyes, slashed horizontally towards his neck.

Haotian's legs immediately weakened, and he didn't even have time to escape

"It's too ruthless!" a loud voice spilled into the night through the dark clouds.

With the sound of the words, the wind blade in front of Haotian was instantly intercepted by an invisible Gangfeng!

Haotian saved his life.

The next moment, he squatted on the ground, panting deeply, just now, he almost walked away from the ghost gate.

As the wind came, the high priest's left hand, hidden in the wide robe, trembled silently.

He gathered his strength, and with a cold gaze, he stared at a black-robed man who had just appeared in mid-air under the dark night.

His face was completely obscured, except for a strand of pale hair, fluttering outside.

"It's a good time. The High Priest chuckled, his tone cold.

"Huh. The black-robed man chuckled, and there was no further speech, and there was no movement.

It was the high priest, completely ignoring the black-robed man and Haotian, who turned around and walked towards the seriously injured and dying Beixin.

Seeing this, Beixin's eyes were soaked in a look of resurgence, she crawled on the ground, stretched out her left hand, and looked up at the high priest in pain and compassion, "Lord Priest, save me"

The high priest lowered his eyes lightly, staring at the woman on the ground who was begging him, but did not speak.

Lan Shengxue watched this scene playfully. Beixin became more and more uncomfortable, she almost felt a little suffocated, seeing that the high priest couldn't answer, she turned to look at Ling Xing, "Sister, I'm your own sister."

Ling Xing frowned.

"Sister, I killed Jin Feixi for me, she was the one who made our sisters unable to recognize each other"

Ling Xing's gaze suddenly sharpened, and his heart, which had been touched slightly, suddenly became cold-blooded.

Beixin still dies and does not repent!

"Say, tonight's woman, are you or not?, where did the clothes come from, and how did you suffer your injuries?" the high priest leaned over, pinched Beixin's chin, and asked in a cold voice.

Beixin's face raised a beautiful smile, blending with the blood stains on the corners of her lips, looking a little sad, "Lord Priest, have you forgotten how we got entangled tonight?"

Beauty: "This dead woman!

Caiyun, who was standing on the side, her eyes flashed slightly, and she glanced at Lan Shengxue, it was her!

The woman in the priest's mouth was not the woman in front of him, but the golden girl

Lan Shengxue Yun stood lightly aside, looking calm and unconcerned.

The high priest listened to Beixin's words and wanted to strangle her.