Song Qianjian pointed to the left hand of the person holding the bell.

The person who came calmly raised his hand and avoided Song Qian's sword, he slapped it out with one palm, which made Song Qian's palm deflect, and the sword blade was crooked to the side, he grabbed Song Qian's wrist, grabbed a sword flower, and pushed Qingfeng to stab Song Qian.

With the benefit of slashing thoughts, if he is stabbed, Song Qian will not just break a hole, there is a high probability that even his hands and shoulders will be cut off.

The thought of slashing buzzed, resisting the force coming from the hilt of the sword.

The person who came sighed, obviously, he didn't expect to be so spiritual.

He let go of Song Qian's wrist and slammed a palm on Song Qian's shoulder, knocking him so hard that he staggered back a few steps.

Song Qian stabilized his body, and when he raised his head, the hairband suddenly broke, and a black hair flew in the wind, and the hair blinded his eyes, as if he didn't feel pain, he raised his sword and continued to attack.

At this moment, the sword is in the hand, the mind is in the heart, and as soon as the shot is made, there will be a thunderbolt and the potential to open the mountain and crack the stone.

The person who came was a little impatient, and he couldn't make a move as calmly as before, he snorted coldly, and suddenly threw the silence at Song Qian.

Song Qian's body was stunned, and he subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but there was a fierce pain in his chest, and a slender and white palm was imprinted on his chest.

He didn't take a step back, and took the palm with his body, but his hand didn't make a sound.

The person who came was angered by Song Qian's appearance, "You are determined, you are talented, I want to see if you will let go." ”

Blood overflowed from the corner of Song Qian's mouth, and he swung his sword to force the people back.

His lungs were hit hard, and there was a faint pain, and every breath he took was painful, but his hands were firmly held without sound.

He shook his head and said contemptuously, "Rats." ”

Fighting against people, I don't even dare to use the blade I am good at, what is it if I am not a rat?

Talking to people, I don't even dare to use my own sound, what is it if it's not a rat?

The person who came sneered, and all the attacks were aimed at Song Qian's left hand, which was holding silently.

He didn't seem to be able to listen to Song Qian's taunts, and his performance became like a dragon that had been touched against the scales, and gradually went crazy.

Chopping thought cut his arm, he didn't care, cut his cheek, he didn't care, he just couldn't grab it.

Song Qian was on the verge of going mad, his brain was not very clear, his eyes could only blur vision, the battle was all instinct, and after the attack of the coming people became fierce, he gradually struggled to deal with it.

With a palm in his left hand, his phalanges clicked, and several bones shattered in an instant.

The crumbs of broken bones dug into the flesh, and cold sweat broke out uncontrollably on his forehead.

He still didn't let go.

His left hand naturally drooped down, and he did not dare to use force, while his right hand continued to swing the sword.

Both of them used the style of fighting with injuries for injuries, and neither was better than the other, but Song Qian's injuries were concentrated on his left hand, and one arm was almost shattered inch by inch.

The person who came asked coldly: "Don't you let go?" You're not going to ask for this hand, are you? A manly man, for the sake of a woman, he wants to die or live...... Song Zimu, I'm ashamed of you. ”

He slapped it again.

Song Qian's body shook, his center of gravity was unstable, and he knelt on one knee.

The person who came was about to strike again, when a group of monks from Edgeworth suddenly appeared within the range of his divine sense, and these monks were all wearing school uniforms embroidered with the pattern of the flying bird.

People of the Song family.

The person who came squinted his eyes and secretly said in his heart: Count yourself lucky, I won't play with you first.

He bent down, grabbed Song Qian's left hand, and broke Song Qian's fingers, Song Qian refused to let go, so he broke Song Qian's fingers one by one.

He stumbled, "Look, you can't keep what I said I was going to take." ”

The light in Song Qian's eyes finally went out, and he fell to the ground head-on.

The person who came stood up straight, kicked Song Qian's left hand away, and his body shook and disappeared into the wilderness.

Song Qian's breath of relief in his heart began, and the injuries he suffered began to behave strangely, the broken left arm was acceptable, but the injury to his heart made him have a high fever, and his whole person fell into a deep coma.

The few surviving crows flew back.

They stood three feet away, tilting their heads to look at Song Qian.

They remember that this human was dangerous, killing and injuring many of their companions, and did not dare to approach them easily.

However, this person seemed to be really unable to move, and did not move.

Finally, a bold crow approached Song Qian little by little, it walked to Song Qian's side, Song Qian did not react, it lowered its head and pecked Song Qian's left hand, pecked off a piece of flesh, Song Qian still did not react.

Raven Bean's eyes lit up.

This abominable man is dying, it's food in their mouths, eat it quickly!

A group of crows scrambled to pounce on Song Qian, frantically pecking at Song Qian's left hand.

The monk's meat is so delicious that you can't stop eating it.

When the Song family arrived, they saw such a scene that made them feel terrified.

Bring such Song Qian back to Nanye, even if they don't lose their lives, their lives will be lost in half.

They didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurried to rescue, the external injuries were good, and the arm used the Bone Continuation Pill, but it recovered in a moment and a half, and the internal injuries were a little more troublesome, so they had to take turns casting spells to help sort out the meridians.

They worked hard to heal Song Qian's injuries, but Song Qian's fever still did not subside, and there was no sign of waking up.

They looked at each other helplessly, so they could only bring Song Qian back to Nanye.

Song was trapped in a deep nightmare and couldn't wake up, in the dream he lost Tu Shanling, and he couldn't find it.

I can't find it.

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"Ah Qian. Tu Shanling shook Song Qian's arm, "Can you hear me?"

After she searched her half of the passage, she turned around and saw Song Qian's body standing stiff, in a very wrong state, she hurried over to wake him up.

She pointed her finger at Song Qian's spiritual platform, but Song Qian did not react.

She tried to call his name again, but he still didn't respond.

Song Qian's left hand was frequently opened and clenched, as if he was grasping something.

Tu Shanling suddenly blessed her heart, she untied it without sounding, and gently sent it into Song Qian's palm.

Song Qian pressed slightly, pinched it without sound, and confirmed that it was indeed back in his hand, and then he quieted down, and his back relaxed, as if he had fallen asleep standing up.

Tu Shanling helped Song Qian to sit down against the earthen wall, while she herself lay down at the entrance of the passage and looked in.

In the purple shimmer, it seemed as if something black was lying in the depths.

Tu Shanling: "Come." ”

Her voice is inaudible to the human ear, but the earth senses it.

The ground shook slightly, pushing something deep out.

It was a pitch-black wooden box with a soul splinter stuck in it.

Sure enough, it was here.

Tu Shanling picked up the slashing thought, swung his sword and slashed, and the soul suppression nail was cut off by the waist.

As soon as the restraint on the spirit tail was loosened, she took the initiative to break through the wooden box and pounced towards Tu Shanling, rubbing against her face, like a tired bird returning to the nest.

She spread out her palms and let the spirit tail fall into her palms.

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