The river was falling, and the water rushing from the upper stream due to gravity collided together, and the continuous impact of the water turned into a whirlpool to press the weak loose cultivators into the river and roll downstream, and the sky above was only bright and dark clouds drifted over, and sparse raindrops fell, silently plunging into the earth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Menghu!"

Duan Buqi continued to step on Ling Bo and quickly recovered his internal strength, avoiding the splashes of water several meters high, and saw the scene in the center of the river.

At this time, Menghu was covered in black and white fine fluff, the front end of the leather shoes under his feet was torn, revealing sharp claws, and the broad palm was the same, and at the corners of his mouth with black luster, there were two snow-white fangs on each side, and there were wisps of fresh blood between the gaps where the fangs intersected.

Beside Meng Hu, there was a wizard with a different head, at this time his head had left the cover of the hood, revealing an incredibly desperate gaze, on that hideous face, Duan Buqi could even see the sneer that he had frozen between the corners of his mouth in the last second, at this time, it was forming a strong contrast with his eyes, how ironic.

However, Meng Hu was not happy, in his chest, there was a hand that was slowly retracting, and the viscous blood dripped down the silver-white palm, quickly melting into the muddy water, without the pull of that hand, Meng Hu's wide eyes gradually dimmed, and the fine fluff on his body and the sharp claws on his limbs also quickly faded, and then, weakly, was swallowed by the river.

"Damn."

Duan Buqi quickly retreated, and shouted at An Ning and Qi Xiaoxi, who were still intact on the shore: "Menghu was injured and swept away by the river, and those scattered cultivators are too, you hurry up and catch up, if you don't hurry up, they are likely to drown, or die of excessive blood loss." ”

"What about you?"

An Ning withstood the icy rain and roared: "Those wizards may have absorbed the light of sacrifice, we should take advantage of the chaos to escape now, now that it is almost dawn, we will go to the mountains and hide, and when there are tourists entering, we will be safe." ”

"It's too late."

Duan Buqi shook his head decisively: "Don't you still believe in my strength?" ”

"I ......"

"Let's go." At the critical moment, Qi Xiaoxi finally calmed down: "We must save those people, especially Menghu." ”

"Let's go!" The monstrous wind and waves swept in, Duan Buqi slapped it out of a big hole with one palm, turned around and shouted, "You guys stay here, I'll be distracted." ”

"I see."

After weighing half a second, An Ning put his hands in front of him to make a trumpet shape and shouted loudly, "We will wait for you downstream." ”

"Okay, I'll be right there."

"Hehe, you killed so many of me, and you still want to leave?" The water surged, condensed into dozens of spears and shot out, Duan Buqi immediately rushed over when he saw this, but the huge wave emptied, and the turbulent waves suddenly rushed up under Duan Buqi's feet, and the huge force interrupted Duan Buqi's forward force and slapped it backwards.

Facing the galloping spear, Qi Xiaoxi's heart was crossed, and he stood in front of An Ning and shouted: "Don't succeed!" ”

The gentle attributeless internal force surged gently, running rapidly in Qi Xiaoxi's body, but it condensed into a small sharp dot, with a slight blood color, stained with Qi Xiaoxi's passionate blood and spear collided together, dozens of spears were bombarded into flowing water in the dense dots, and gently slapped on Qi Xiaoxi's weak body.

Two tender little hands stretched out and pressed against Qi Xiaoxi's back, the cool mana condensed on her back, attracting the pure spiritual power around her, the spiritual power poured into the meridians, crossed the dantian and quickly transformed into a gentle internal force, the feeling of prostration suddenly disappeared, Qi Xiaoxi turned around and grabbed An Ning's hand, and ran downstream along the river at an accelerated speed.

"Chase!"

Between the waves, the Pope angrily pointed at Qi Xiaoxi and the two of them, who were gradually moving away, and ordered to the only remaining right protector on the side.

"Yes."

When it rises to a certain height, the water column under his feet spirals like a solid rope, and then throws out the right protector like a spring, and with a wave of his right hand, a layer of water mist evaporates around him, and the light blue electric light continues to jump.

"Ray."

The mist was concentrated in the palm of the right protector, turning into a ball of light flashing with blue light inside, the blue was a little dim, making people feel the dead silence, reaching out and flicking, the dim blue light suddenly brightened, a thunderbolt with a dazzling white light, instantly across hundreds of meters to shoot, on the fingertips of the right protector and the water mist around the water mist that had not yet dissipated, there was still a subtle electric light.

"Haha, that's what happens to my Silver Hand."

In the Pope's crazy laughter, the lightning shrouded Qi Xiaoxi and An Ning, they only had time to leave a frightened look, and they were turned into ashes by the power of thunder carried by the lightning, the Pope smiled sharply, she stretched out her silver-white palm, pointed to Duan Buqi, who was completely wet by the river not far away, and shouted: "How is it, do you feel despair?!" ”

"Not really."

The golden flame ignited again, steaming the soaked clothes in an instant, reaching out and patting the stiff folds on the clothes, Duan Buqi raised his head and smiled faintly: "I see the hope of victory." ”

"Looks like you're different from those people."

The Pope smiled with some surprise, "What a ruthless fellow, I admire you." ”

"Nope."

Duan Buqi stepped forward slowly, sneered and shook his head: "I'm not the same as you. Twisting his neck, Duan Buqi flicked his wrist and smiled evilly at the Pope.

In the next moment, the Pope's vision had lost Duan Bu's figure, her eyes were round, she turned her head suddenly, and what caught her eye was a face that was not handsome, but on that face, there was endless blandness, as if it couldn't hit a trace of waves, her face moved down slightly, replaced by a wide and full forehead, she opened her lips slightly, and then the surrounding scenery began to recede rapidly, blood was fluttering, and raindrops from the sky fell on her face.

It hurts!

"Bang!"

"Pope!" Seeing that the Pope was hit into the river by Duan Buqi's heavy headbutt, the right protector exclaimed, and the old technique was repeated and flew with a thunderbolt, but before she could make a move, Duan Buqi disappeared from her field of vision again, and in a hurry, the right protector did not turn back, and shot a lightning bolt directly behind him.

"Boom!"

The silver-white lightning left a hole several meters deep in the river, and the black stones were steaming, but there was no such thing as a non-abandoning figure.

"I'm here."

The right protector turned back suddenly, and she saw Duan Buqi, as well as his blood-stained right arm, between the fingers of his bloody arm, there was a wisp of black cloth, wasn't that the material of the wizard's robe?

There was a void in his chest, and the right protector didn't even feel the pain, he just glanced down suspiciously, and then fell down weakly, leaving only a chest with a blood-colored hole and Duan Buqi's gradually falling figure, and then, everything was blurred until it was dark.