Feng Xiaohan rearranged her clothes, and then began to gasp heavily.

It took him a long time before he came to his senses.

Then he saw a small black dot in the distance.

A closer look reveals two people lying on the sand.

The two men were dressed in black, and they were close to each other.

It stands to reason that the two of them are dressed in black like ink and have the same colors, and he should not be able to tell whether they are one person or two people.

But one of them was tall, and the man in his arms was graceful, and he had the beauty of a breeze and weakness, and it was hard to imagine that there could be such a delicate person in heaven and earth.

Naturally, he knew these two people.

So he picked up his sword, dragged his badly wounded body, and walked over to the other side.

He Xirou's vitality has a long history, thick and dense, and the important meridians are well protected, but it only hurts the organs, and there is another force in her body that is gradually repairing her injuries, and it is only a matter of time before she wakes up.

So the first priority is to kill those two people.

It was risky to do so, because he didn't know if his body would be able to support him that far, and the world was colorless and everything was gray, and God knew if there was any other danger hidden.

He left He Xirou here in such a big way, if even the weakest spirit dog suddenly appeared in the grass two people high, she would definitely die.

But he was still willing to go, because if the other party died, everyone would be happy.

If you don't die, make up for it, so that you can completely get rid of future troubles.

Yes, even now, Feng Xiaohan didn't take the demon beasts that might exist in the dark in his eyes, he believed that as long as these two people died, even if there was another Tyrant Tooth Beast, he was not afraid, this was the pride of the best hunters.

So he took heavy but solid steps and walked there silently.

But as soon as he was a few feet away, he turned back.

Because the graceful figure also woke up, and before he had time to look around, he was kneeling beside another person and examining his injuries.

Seeing Mo Qiu's cleanliness when he got up, even if he was injured, he shouldn't be in serious trouble, at least not like him, which was scarred and even seriously affected his mobility.

In this case, he couldn't fight Mo Qiu at all.

Feng Xiaohan bent his knees slightly, leaned over and passed his arms through He Xirou's armpits and the crooks of her legs, and picked her up horizontally.

His every movement was very light, so it seemed that the process was very slow, not for fear of involving He Xirou's secret wounds and trying to make himself gentle.

It's because it's really painful!

Feng Xiaohan has to try his best to control the center of gravity when he squats, and when he leans over, he inevitably squeezes the internal organs in his abdomen, and it is so difficult to hold a girl weighing dozens of pounds in his arms and stand up.

But he did it anyway, he picked up He Xirou and walked into the endless gray grass.

The grass swayed slightly, and walked straight ahead.

Feng Xiaohan didn't know what was ahead, his senses hadn't fully recovered, and if there was really danger, he really didn't know what to do.

Mo Qiu in the distance had already discovered the two of them, and he also saw Feng Xiaohan walking towards him with a murderous aura, but he staggered back and then disappeared from view.

The battle of changing the sky by the river was won by Feng Xiaohan.

He had prepared for the worst, preparing driftwood for his escape, which saved both of them and suffered a lot of injuries, but he didn't know where the other girl from Mochizuki Pavilion was, whether she was dead or fainted somewhere.

She should have chased after Feng Xiaohan when she found out, but she didn't.

Because Jiang Wen hasn't woken up yet, he needs himself.

Unlike Feng Xiaohan's situation, Mo Qiu's injuries were very light, and there were still fifty percent of his vitality left, and his physical discomfort mainly came from tiredness and the shock of Zhihai.

In the river, Jiang Wen didn't know how to slow down his speed in the river, and then found himself and hugged her tightly.

Jiang Wen is burly and can block all injuries for the petite Mo Qiu.

The wounds on his shoulders and chest were all from Feng Xiaohan's sword, which caused the wounds to be torn in the face of the waterfall rain and the flow of water, and the wounds of the external wounds were even larger.

Mo Qiu took out a vial from his waist, the bottle had been broken, but it was still holding the pill inside in the cloth bag.

The pill was soaked in river water and turned into a mud, and although the effect of the medicine was greatly reduced, it was better than nothing.

She carefully applied the clay to the wound, then used her fingernails to divide a thumb-sized piece and fed it to him, and used her vitality to dissipate the medicine for him, and the horrific wound healed very slowly.

Jiang Wen's wound was no longer bleeding, this was the effect of the black robe and armor on his body, both of which were extremely rare magic weapons, and after he was injured, he immediately sealed the blood around the wound, otherwise he would have died of blood.

The external injury has been treated and has been fine, but the more difficult thing is the internal injury.

The talisman can block most of the impact for him, and it can also stop external injuries, but it has little effect on internal injuries.

Jiang Wen's internal organs were knocked out of small cracks by the reef, and he was overflowing with blood, and there was a death-like silence in the sea of consciousness, and the sea-like divine consciousness was powerful but extremely silent.

In addition to his physical injuries, he was also kept unconscious by psychological problems.

The pride of the Collapse Realm was completely crushed by Feng Xiaohan, and in the endless wind and rain, he accomplished a feat that no one else dared to imagine.

Crossing one grade of cultivation, two stages of realm.

He's on par with him!

even pressed the other party and beat him at one point, and finally pushed him into the river.

With such a result, Feng Xiaohan definitely has the qualifications to be proud, and he is worthy of being the target that Candle Nine must kill.

But as a stronger but failed party, Jiang Wen couldn't face such a result, which caused his Dao heart to be traumatized and his spirit to be hit by a huge blow, so he didn't want to wake up.

If it weren't for Moqiu's comfort, he would have chosen death to ask for such a shame as early as in the river.

Mo Qiu stroked Jiang Wen's bloodless face, and said in a very soft but firm voice: "Uncle Wen, I will definitely kill them to avenge you." ”

Thinking of the desperate moment after being knocked down by that driftwood, that cold and powerful embrace gave her endless warmth, Mo Qiu's eyes began to moisten, and her nose was a little sour.

But she forced herself not to cry.

Because Mo Qiu has understood since she was a child that tears are the most useless thing in the world, except for being blinded by sand, and they are also an excuse for those stinky men to pity them.

That inexplicable desire to protect made her sick.

So Mo Qiu held back, holding Jiang Wen's hand tightly, and his heart was desolate.

Colder than her heart is the sky here.

After the rain either the weather is clear, and then the wind is beautiful.

Either it's not sunny, it's rainy, it's cold, and the wind is bleak.

The icy rain and wind can cause the most pain to the injured, and in severe cases, it can lead to illness and death.

After Mo Qiu's black robes were infused with vitality, they emitted a mist of water, becoming dry and warm.

She took out her pocket watch, looked at the time, and took out the compass again, the pointer pointed in the direction that Feng Xiaohan left, and there were two illusory flames on it.

"It seems that the female disciple of Mochizuki Pavilion is not nearby, where did she go?"

Mo Qiu shook his head slightly, and said viciously: "It's best to die, save trouble." ”

She looked at the endless gray grass in the distance, and her eyes locked on one direction, which was the direction of Feng Xiaohan and the others.

There was a low killing intent in his indifferent tone, and he said as if he was cursed: "Even if you win by luck, so what? ”

What Mo Qiu said was not wrong, without the black robe and vitality, it would be difficult to survive in this kind of place.

Feng Xiaohan was worried that Mo Qiu might chase after him soon, so he kept moving, there was no time to meditate and transform his spirits, and he had no place to hide from the rain, let alone make a fire to dry his clothes, and the two who were seriously injured for a long time would soon get sick, and He Xirou would die soon.

But he had no choice but to keep running.