Xuanyuan Yaotian's long hair fluttered wildly, his body was stained with blood, and he fought bloodied in the encirclement of thousands of monks for nearly half an hour, and his wounds, large and small, were innumerable.

Whenever the Qingyang League monk thought that this "Purgatory Shura" was about to fall, he would take out a drop of red golden liquid and swallow it, which was the legendary Golden Immortal Dew!

Sacrificing the soul of the blood Dao, sacrificing to the sky with his own blood, every time he sacrifices blood, his strength will increase by one point, and his strength has been increased to the limit until now. A total of thirty-six drops of Yuan Shen essence blood were sacrificed, and his combat power was no different from that of a strong person in the Tongtian One Realm, and what was even more terrifying was that his vitality was as strong as an ancient divine dragon, and he was forced out of thirty-six drops of Yuan Shen essence blood and still did not fall.

Even if it is a strong person, the sum of the bloodlines may not have thirty-six drops of Yuan Shen essence blood, essence blood is a person's vein and longevity, and one drop of death is equivalent to internal injury, not to mention thirty-six drops. From this, it is not difficult to imagine how terrifying Xuanyuan Yaotian is!

In fact, just by sacrificing the blood Dao soul, it is difficult for Xuanyuan Yaotian to support it until now, but because of the golden immortal dew, it is very different, the golden immortal dew contains the essence of heaven and earth, which can just replenish the essence blood of the human yuanshen, which is also the main reason why he spit out thirty-six mouthfuls of the essence blood of the yuanshen in a row, and every time he is about to be unable to support it, he can be replenished.

In this battle, he can be said to be a hearty killing, showing his skills in the chaotic army, and the monks of the Qingyang League, who were frightened by the bloody breath, were a little afraid to approach, because the blood on his body was his former brother's, and when he smelled the familiar smell, it was like seeing his former brother become the soul of Xuanyuan Yaotian's sword.

When Xuanyuan Qingyun smashed the heads of the two hundred and three monks in a row, his facial expression was hideous and terrifying, and he shouted: "Qingyang League took advantage of the fact that my Xuanyuan family was besieged by the eight foreign races, and took the opportunity to suppress the forces of our clan, killing people and setting fires, and the people of all tribes resisted to the death, sacrificing and shedding countless blood, today, everyone does not need to show mercy, just kill happily!"

As soon as these words came out, all the Xuanyuan family monks were aroused, and they shouted: "Yes, today is to kill a happy person and avenge the former clan!"

The Qingyang Alliance was already leaderless, so even though Wu Heng's side was weak, they could rely on this iron-blooded posture to directly shock thousands of enemies on the scene.

The one-sided slaughter, there was nothing to say, even some of the gentle and elegant friars were red-eyed, and their white clothes were dyed red.

Wu Heng, who is usually called a "war machine", was idle at this time, sitting in a cloud and closing his eyes, his face was very pale. Xuehua was also in this cloud, holding the Nine Turns Soldier Lotus, using the imperial soldiers to heal him, and said with some resentment in his mouth: "You, how hard do you have to fight to be so seriously injured......

It was originally a Xuanbing ancient god body, and he was reborn with Nirvana, and he had developed a golden body that was not bad, and it can be said that few people in Zhongzhou could beat him to a serious injury. But today, Wu Heng's qi and blood are already as weak as mortals, and even the kind that can't help but be weak.

But I have to say that it is a miracle that Wu Heng is alive. First, he regarded himself as an iron wall, blocking two consecutive waves of range attacks from tens of thousands of monks, and then forcibly summoned the spirit of the Xiling Emperor, sacrificing a golden body that was not bad, and when the power of the essence was exhausted, it was sacrificed at the cost of essence blood.

Facing Xuehua's full of complaints, Wu Heng didn't care, Yun Qingfeng smiled lightly and said: "It's just a flesh injury, it doesn't hurt, and you can fight by yourself!"

After saying that it was harmless, Wu Heng's facial expression suddenly distorted, and he exclaimed: "Hey, it hurts, can you light it" Xuehua was holding a ball of herbs with colorful fairy light in her hand, and tried her best to gently stuff it into the fist-sized blood hole on Wu Heng's back, and said angrily: "Didn't you say that the flesh was just a flesh injury, a dignified man, what is there to hurt." ”

"I ......" Wu Heng smiled bitterly, he was just a hard mouth just now, and a fist-sized blood hole appeared on his back, could it be a flesh wound

"The legendary human race god body was actually injured by a mere psychic-level murderer, if this is spread, wouldn't it be a joke. Snowflake grumbled like a little woman while dressing her medicine.

Although it was only a mere psychic level magic weapon, the number of thousands was already comparable to the power of the ancient saint soldiers, which was really unguardable. Wu Heng can block a large area, but there will always be a small piece on his body, and his body was already weak to the extreme at that time, so he was broken through the defense, leaving such a hole.

Wu Heng touched his nose in embarrassment, and said happily: "Fortunately, you have the colorful fairy grass on your body, otherwise my toned body will have to leave scars." ”

"Bah, I'm still fit, skinny, it's just unsightly!" Xuehua glanced at him, but this glance gave people a very warm feeling, like a young couple flirting.

"It's unsightly, you see it too?" Wu Heng countered.

"Do you think I want to see it?" Snowflake pouted playfully, she was so cute at the moment.

Wu Heng showed his signature hooligan demeanor, his eyes showed greed, and he looked at Xuehua and said, "No, I will suffer too much in this way, and I have to take a look at you." ”

Xuehua's jade face of the closed moon and shy flowers darkened, and the hand that was dressing Wu Heng with a little force, and there was a cry of killing pigs: "Hey, eldest lady, can you take it lightly, it hurts hotly......"

"Okay, since it hurts, then you can apply it yourself. "Snowflake is gesturing to shake off and leave.

"Apply it yourself, apply it yourself, what's the big deal" Wu Heng said very hardly, in fact, he was thinking in his heart, how could Xuehua leave his seriously injured self alone?

However, Xuehua really threw Wu Heng away and left, very decisively, and didn't even look back.

At this moment, Wu Heng doesn't even have the strength to raise his hand, and a slight movement of his body will affect the entire wound, where is the ability to apply medicine by himself?

But Wu Heng did not relent, and he was completely sure in his heart, thinking that Xuehua must be testing himself, and he would definitely come back obediently later. But she went farther and farther, and seemed to be heading in the direction of the main battlefield, could it be that she really wanted to leave herself alone?

After a while, Wu Heng's confidence had already begun to waver, and he comforted himself: "It's okay, she can't die anyway, she joins the main battlefield, and the battle will end sooner and shed less blood." ”

"It seems that I have to be self-reliant. After a long time of seeing Xuehua come back, Wu Heng began to try to raise his right hand, and continued to apply the herbs placed beside him to the wound on his back, but in any case, he couldn't exert his strength, weaker than a child, hey, it was really sad, the dignified human god body would fall into such a situation.

Just when Wu Heng was a little lonely in his heart and felt that he had become a loner, a soft jade hand suddenly stuck to his back, continuing to instill the power of Jing Yuan into him. He felt a warmth in his heart, but he didn't look back, just asked, "Aren't you going to help them?"

Both of them are hard-mouthed masters, and Xuehua replied indifferently: "The battle is almost over, and there is no need for me to join, anyway, if I am idle, I might as well come and help the disadvantaged." ”

"Disadvantaged group, I have become a disadvantaged group......" Wu Heng was speechless, this time, he did not harden his mouth, and quietly enjoyed the warmth of his words with action.

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