Long Xi suddenly felt that his blood was surging, and he was about to vomit, he forcibly endured it, "I can't vomit", he knew that his internal injuries must be extremely serious, and this vomiting had to kill him.

"It's still dead, this palm will kill you", Dao Ran rushed over at a faster speed.

His black wings are on fire, "This king will burn you to ashes."

Long Xi struggled to stand up straight, he knew that this time Dao Ran was using the weapon on his equipment.

This is something he cannot bear.

"Can't you really fight?" , Long Xi was asking repeatedly in his heart, and the demon who was close at hand would not give him much time.

Seeing the huge disparity in strength, it can be said that it is impossible for any human being to survive more than ten seconds in front of Dao Ran.

Wu Hanjiang naturally knew this, and he shouted and pounced, "Long Xi, don't go to pick up his palm power."

Dao Ran sneered, "Get in the way, the old man doesn't have time to waste on ants."

As he spoke, he swung his fist and smashed it towards Wu Hanjiang.

"Boom" on the ground, and the explosion sounded on Wu Hanjiang's body.

Long Xi hurriedly said: "Wuhan River! ”。

A bright red gushed out of Wu Hanjiang's chest, and anyone could see that he couldn't live.

With a casual punch from the demon, Wu Hanjiang's body exploded into tatters, only his face seemed to be intact, his mouth swallowed for a while, and he struggled out of his last breath, "Longxi, run."

Long Xi went crazy and roared and ran towards the demon with its black wings.

Dao Ran's face turned pale because of the light.

He finally laughed contentedly, and at the same time tasted the pleasure of revenge.

"Long Xi, it's your turn next", he flew over energetically.

Every punch he threw seemed to require a moment of waiting.

The moment he flew up, Dao Ran's fist clenched another ball of fire.

Wu Hanjiang suddenly grabbed Long Xi's trouser leg, gritted his teeth and said: "Run, don't send you to death, I thank you, I really thank you."

Long Xi said with red eyes: "You...... I'm ......", his voice was already hoarse.

Wu Hanjiang said angrily: "You don't apologize for me, I don't apologize for you", while speaking, his mouth gasped rapidly, "You can only win if you escape, and you can only die if you stay, and it is very important to win."

Saying these words intermittently, Wu Hanjiang grabbed his trouser leg and never let go, "Longxi, I lost, I shouldn't have come, my fault."

Dao Ran looked at them condescendingly, and Long Xi hesitated for a while, "Wuhanjiang, let's go together."

As soon as he leaned down and picked up Wuhanjiang, Dao Ran struck straight down, and the black shadow pressed on Long Xi's body.

Wu Hanjiang took his last breath, jumped out suddenly, and hugged Dao Ran.

"Go," he shouted, his eyes like blood.

Long Xi's mind was blank, this was the best effort he made as a brother before he died.

Wu Hanjiang cried blood and roared: "Don't feel guilty, you must live, I, Wu Hanjiang, want to leave hope for the world, and I will die without regrets."

Dao Ran was taken aback by this sudden change, he couldn't imagine that Wuhanjiang, which had exploded into a ball of flesh and blood, could still jump.

Long Xi looked at the piece of flesh and blood, his eyes were full of tears, salty, sour and bitter, gushing up.

He almost fainted, and the pain in his chest came back to him, and he felt like his body was about to explode.

"Ah", Long Xi shouted, turned his head and ran out, his strength and ability may not be as good as that of Dao Ran Demon, but his speed is no one who can match it in a short period of time.

The wind was blowing on him, and he was already crazy.

The last moment of Wu Hanjiang gradually spread in his mind, and every nerve responsible for pain was beating.

Long Xi ran out of a maple forest, and a violent explosion sounded behind him, covering the sky with thick smoke.

Dao Ran roared and mixed with it, "Longxi, you come back to me, the old man will break your body into ten thousand pieces."

It was clear that he had broken free from the Wuhan River, but it was too late.

Longxi got rid of the pursuit of the mechanical birds and ran into a river alone, and the river was cold in the early autumn weather.

He jumped, soaking wet and his head diving, and that's when he felt his tears wane.

The river wept instead of him.

The sound of commotion lingered in my ears.

"Wuhan River", Longxi couldn't stop chanting this name in despair.

You may also meet many people in your life, some are important, and some are gone before they feel important.

They left only one thing behind, and it was called nostalgia.

They are remembered by the living, because life will prove that these people are precious from birth to death.

The river numbed his heart and lungs, and even his mind seemed to be quiet.

In the dark of the night, there is some cacophony of noises.

Young Master Longxi attacked the demon named Dao Ran again, which was probably another stroke of his legend.

Only he knew that he was not an opponent of the demon at all, and if it weren't for Wu Hanjiang, he would have died long ago.

"Wuhan River", he said in a low voice.

After soaking in the river for a long time, he walked ashore step by step.

Shore, it seems, is not very safe, he is afraid of everything he sees now.

Dao Ran once again left a shadow in his heart.

Why do people die in every encounter.

Long Xi touched his chest, and a tingling pain came, and at this time, he vaguely felt that he was actually seriously injured, and if he didn't treat it in time, he might not survive tomorrow.

He lay down completely, wiped the blood from his chest with leaves, and then felt a handful of mud in the river, sticking to the wound in a muddle.

He muttered, "I hope the bleeding can be stopped."

He was extremely casual about his life, as if he could barely hold on, he felt that enough was enough.

The war of reaction is not over, and to be attached to life too early is to take time out of courage.

He didn't want to fight Dao Ran anymore, greedy for life and afraid of death.

He only hopes that his will can be carried out to the end, even if he loses the most, he will not feel blush.

Because only in this way will life be open.

He thought of Wuhanjiang, Huang Dafu, and many, many people who had died.

As long as he has the courage, he will not be ashamed of these people.

Death is just an agreement between him and these people, either you go first, or I go first.

It's just that I'm alive to do what you didn't finish.

The mud dried outside the wound, and the wound was covered, and although it did not heal, the bleeding finally stopped.

Long Xi felt that there was no strength in his body, and he lay flat on the ground with his eyes closed.

Thinking about tomorrow's days, thinking about what hope there is for the future.

"No matter", he lay down for a while, and suddenly got up, sweating profusely, and his heart throbbed.

"Is there any other choice", he shook his head, no one in the darkness knew that he had planned for the worst.

(End of chapter)