The elder quickly took rescue measures against the white light sword, however, the white light sword was so badly injured that there was no way to wake up immediately. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

No matter how much spiritual power the elder inputs, the white light sword has always been in a coma.

The white light sword was still able to survive under such circumstances, and I have to say that his luck was too good.

It stands to reason that with Yang Qian's martial master's triple cultivation, he would not be able to touch the wrath of the Thunder God at all, let alone the Eight Directions Thunder that was used to resist the white light sword.

But it just so happened that here.

The most fundamental and difficult part of Thor's Wrath is to induce the Celestial Divine Thunder. If you don't have enough spiritual power as a foundation, you can't do it at all.

But this time it was different, after the white light sword and the thunder light giant beast merged, they cast the Eight Directions Thunder Movement, which was equivalent to helping Yang Qian complete the first half of the Thunder God's Fury and trigger the Divine Thunder.

Yang Qian's long sword pointed at the sky, and the divine sword resisted thunder, but he used the magic trick to borrow the power of thunder and lightning from the eight directions.

In this way, Thor's wrath can naturally be unleashed.

This is Yang Qian's cultivation is limited, and he can only barely use it, and his power is greatly reduced. Otherwise, under the wrath of Thor, the white lightsaber would not have a chance to survive at all.

The white lightsaber was taken away by the elders, and the atmosphere at the scene became a little weird.

The presiding disciple glanced at Yang Qian, who had struggled to support him and did not fall, and announced tremblingly: "In this competition, Senior Brother Yang Qian won......"

The presiding disciple's voice fell, and instead of enthusiastic cheers, there was a terrible silence.

That kind of silence is a kind of palpitation!

That silence is a kind of extreme worship and admiration!

Of course, that silence is more than that, but it represents a kind of extreme astonishment and disbelief.

Thump!

Hearing the voice of the presiding disciple announcing his victory, Yang Qian finally couldn't support it anymore, leaned back, and fell backwards.

Elder Xuyun reached out and caught it. His expression was solemn, but he shook his head helplessly.

"Why bother, hurt a thousand enemies, and injure yourself eight hundred......" Elder Xuyun picked up Yang Qian, his body flew up, and disappeared on the test table in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Qian Duoduo and Xue Wu in the audience had ugly faces and followed behind Elder Xuyun.

Not far away, Qing Luo showed a little worry on his face. After hesitating, his figure flew and caught up with Qian Duoduo and Xue Wu.

Three people walking together.

……

The battle between Yang Qian and the White Light Sword was so destructive that the test bench had completely collapsed. There are potholes everywhere.

Under Elder Qingyun's arrangement, the third round of competition was interrupted, and even Elder Qingyun himself didn't know when the rest of the competition would continue.

In Yang Qian's room, Yang Qian was helped by Elder Xuyun to sit on the bed.

By this time he was unconscious.

Elder Xuyun snorted, pressed his palm on Yang Qian's back, and a large amount of spiritual power was input into Yang Qian's body, repairing the damaged muscles and meridians for him.

However, as time passed, Elder Xuyun's face became more and more ugly.

Because, in the process of healing Yang Qian's injuries, he found that Yang Qian's injuries were even more serious than he imagined.

Although the injuries to the meridians were not serious, the meridians throughout the body were damaged to varying degrees. His muscles were torn apart, covered in fine cracks, shocking.

"Such an injury must be recuperated for at least half a month. It's just a competition, why should these two people be so desperate! Elder Xuyun's face was solemn.

After the palm of his hand was withdrawn, Elder Xuyun took out the medicinal powder from his arms and sprinkled it on Yang Qian's scarred body, causing Yang Qian, who was unconscious, to snort.

After doing all this, Elder Xuyun stuffed another pill into Yang Qian's mouth before leaving Yang Qian's room.

As soon as Elder Xuyun stepped out of the door, Qian Duoduo Xue Wu had already Qingluo and the three of them hurriedly greeted him.

"Elder Xuyun, is Xiao Qian okay?" Qian Duoduo asked eagerly, and both Xue Wu and Qing Luo's eyes fell on Elder Xuyun, waiting for his answer.

Elder Xuyun glanced at the three of them and said, "It's not a big problem, it's just that it may take half a month to cultivate." ”

Elder Xuyun's words fell, and the faces of the three couldn't help but become ugly.

The injury that requires half a month of recuperation is definitely not light.

"Can we take a look at him?" Qian Duoduo asked.

Elder Xuyun frowned, and was silent for a long time, but finally nodded.

Seeing that Elder Xuyun agreed, Qian Duoduo and the three of them gently pushed open the door with a heavy heart.

When they entered the room, their hearts couldn't help but become heavier.

Because, they saw that when they put it on, Yang Qian's whole body was covered with bandages, revealing only his eyes, nose and mouth.

At this time, Yang Qian was like a silkworm cocoon.

Motionless.

"Little boyfriend, you must not be fine." When Xue Wu saw Yang Qian like this, she couldn't help crying.

Although Xue Wu is a little playful, her heart is extremely kind.

Qingluo slowly walked to Yang Qian's body.

For some reason, seeing Yang Qian's tragic situation, Qingluo had tears in his eyes, and his heart ached. It's just that she doesn't allow herself to shed tears, and she doesn't allow herself to show the softness of her heart in front of others. So, she held back her tears.

However, the more she held it, the more her heart was like a needle prick.

She looked at Yang Qian for a long time, silent.

Qian Duoduo also looked solemn, grasped Yang Qian's pulse, and his face turned pale instantly.

Are the meridians around the body completely damaged?

Qian Duoduo's body shook violently.

"You...... He, how's it going? Qingluo asked.

Qian Duoduo glanced at Qingluo, and he could probably feel some of Qingluo's feelings. In order not to worry Qingluo, Qian Duoduo said: "It's not a big deal, it's just that the spiritual power is excessively consumed, causing muscle damage, and it takes a period of cultivation to recover." ”

Qingluo heard this, but did not speak.

……

In the heart of the room.

The white lightsaber lay on the bed. Several elders gathered in the room, their faces not very good.

"Xuyun, your apprentice is really ruthless." The head Xuanyun reproached.

Elder Xuyun had never had a good impression of the White Light Sword, so he snorted coldly and said, "All of this is the White Light Sword's own fault, if he didn't kill Xiao Qian, there would be no situation like this." Moreover, Xiao Qian's meridians and muscles all over his body were damaged, and compared to the white light sword, it was not much worse. ”

Hearing this, the other six elders all looked serious.

What Elder Xuyun said is indeed true. Although they were not at the competition site, they also learned from the disciples of the sect that it was indeed the white light sword that had murderous intent against Yang Qian at that time.

Therefore, although Yang Qian had a certain amount of responsibility for the serious injury of the white light sword, he could not completely blame Yang Qian.

Xuan Yun sighed, and said in silence for a long time: "The situation of the white light sword is not optimistic, the injury of the broken arm has not healed, and now the meridians of the whole body are broken, and the muscles are seriously damaged, and I may not be able to cultivate martial arts again in this life." And since then, he has used sacrificial power, and his essence and blood have lost a lot, and he is afraid that his life will not be long. ”

As soon as Xuan Yun said this, the room fell silent again.

After all, the grandfather of the white lightsaber is not a character to be messed with.