Chapter 381

She's going to die?!

Lan Jingrou raised her hand and hung it down weakly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

What Yibi said, she hasn't done it yet!

If Lan Bing participates in the battle between sea and land, will the cultivation realm really be gone?!

She doesn't want to die!

Not at all!

Song Jing hasn't been found yet, and Lou Jiayi's family doesn't know where they went.

Lan Jingrou bit the tip of her tongue, and a touch of blood red on her fingertips quickly wound up the ice hand!

"Rou'er?!" Lan Bing was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand why Feng Xueling was used by Lan Jingrou.

Such a moment of stunned!

The big hand in the air that was formed with spiritual power shattered in an instant!

"Go!" Lan Jingrou couldn't help but drink in pain, and the aura at her fingertips did not hesitate to infuse towards Feng Xueling.

It's just that Feng Xueling is not her thing after all, and if she shatters a spiritual power, she is a little powerless.

With Lan Jingrou's current cultivation, he can actually fight against himself, Lan Bing squinted slightly, and his hands were even more ruthless.

The icy cold power struck, and Lan Jingrou only had time to block in front of him with the ink sword he had just sacrificed.

The oppression of the ability to fit is what Lan Jingrou can withstand, and the ink in his hand makes a clicking sound.

Lan Jingrou snorted, and her body flew out directly, smashing the attic with a "bang", and smashing far away into the wall of another attic on the side before stopping.

The buzzing sound in her ears made Lan Jingrou a little dizzy, and the hand holding Mo You was already bloody and blurred, so that she couldn't even tell whether Mo You's sword was still in her hand.

Lan Bing floated down from the gap in the attic that was broken by Lan Jingrou, looking at Lan Jingrou, who was seriously injured and almost unable to move, he snorted softly: "I can't do it!" ”

Hearing Lan Bing's voice, Lan Jingrou's originally somewhat dilated pupils gradually condensed.

Blue Ice approached slowly, like a queen of grace.

Her slightly cool fingertips pressed against Lan Jingrou's forehead: "Do you let it out yourself, or will I help you?!" ”

Don't!

Lan Jingrou gritted her teeth, and the divine consciousness in her mind instantly turned into spiritual power, and she directly wrapped around Lan Bing.

Lan Jingrou only felt that there was something around her, but when she looked sideways, she couldn't find anything.

The next moment, her pupils shrank, and she looked into the distance in disbelief: "Master........."

"Sect Master?!" The group of the Holy Heavenly Sect was completely inexplicable.

Why did Lan Bing suddenly stop moving? It's about to succeed!

Lan Jingrou didn't expect her spiritual attack to have such an effect at all, and immediately propped herself up and wanted to stay away from Lan Bing.

This movement is a heart-rending pain on the body.

Especially in the ribs, she didn't have to think about it to know that Lan Bing had broken her ribs with the blow just now, and she didn't know two.

If there is no Ink Sword, this body will not be able to be saved.

Seeing that Lan Bing didn't move for a long time, the rest of the people watching from the Holy Heaven Sect immediately geared up to take Lan Jingrou down.

After struggling a few times, she really couldn't stand up, so Lan Jingrou could only turn over and lie flat.

The already blurred gaze swept over Lan Bing's body, looking at the crowd of the Holy Heaven Sect in the distance, Lan Jingrou gasped and suddenly laughed.

Although attacking Blue Ice has exhausted his spiritual power and divine sense, it should still be no problem to pull two more before he dies?!

"You killed my junior!"

A young man stepped out, and beside him, there seemed to be three people standing.

Lan Jingrou couldn't see the person's appearance clearly at all, but when she saw someone coming up, she couldn't help but pull the corners of her lips and laugh again.

She expected two, and now it seems that there are two more.

The young man looked at Lan Jingrou and smiled, his whole face was gloomy, if Lan Jingrou was sober, he could find that the young man's appearance was somewhat similar to the man who was with Wang Lanlan.

Bright red blood dripped down the corners of Lan Jingrou's lips onto the stone slab on the ground, and with her face ruined by the elixir, it could no longer be described as terrifying.

A middle-aged man stepped out of the crowd, but he just looked at the four people walking towards Lan Jingrou in front of him, and did not step forward.

This is the oldest saint among the five saints.

The remaining four are naturally also one of the Five Saints.

Looking at the person who was already close in front of her, Lan Jingrou's fingertips moved, and the Mo Youjian lying on the cold ground made a sound like a mournful roar.

The hoarse voice was like the screams of a terrible ghost crawling out of hell: "Boom! ”

The Ink Shadow Sword on the ground soared into the air and rushed directly towards the four people it had attracted.

"Hurry back!" The middle-aged man behind him drank loudly, but it was too late, so he could only hurriedly drag the people around him and quickly retreat.

Mo Youjian had already been injured when he resisted the thunder tribulation for Lan Jingrou back then, and today he was almost destroyed by resisting Lan Bing's move.

However, as a legend in the cultivation realm, its power should not be underestimated.

Before the other four of the Five Saints could come to their senses, they heard a loud bang in their ears, and then there was nothing.

Lan Jingrou thought that the self-detonation power of the Mo Youjian Sword was enough to wipe her out of the dead, but the truth did not go as she wished.

The exploding spiritual power hit her, but it did not directly annihilate her, but pushed her away directly.

The body hit the wall again, even if he didn't die, the displacement of the bones made Lan Jingrou's muscles tremble, accompanied by more intense pain.

Lan Bing, who had been closing his eyes, was closer to Lan Jingrou than Lan Jingrou when he blew himself up against the Ink Shadow Sword.

At this time, she had already opened her eyes, but the pupils were not in focus.

Her body trembled, and although the artifact gold clothes on her body were still there, the blood kept flowing down the corners of her skirt to the ground.

Obviously, he was also injured.

Although the people of the Holy Heaven Sect in the distance hid in time, they were inevitably affected.

Cultivating to a monk lower than the god of transformation, the primordial infant was wiped out in an instant.

"Damn it!"

The middle-aged man at the head of the Five Saints raised his head and swept his eyes around, where was there still a trace of the other four?!

Looking at Lan Jingrou, he gritted his teeth, and a golden light in his hand struck directly towards Lan Jingrou's dantian!

If it's dangerous to get close, then kill it remotely first!

The contracture of her body had already made Lan Jingrou unable to concentrate at all, let alone dodge!

She narrowed her eyes slightly, hiding the unwillingness in her eyes.

It's just that the next moment, the imaginary death did not come.

Instead, a hoarse, almost crying voice sounded in my ears: "Rou'er! ”

Lan Jingrou's eyelids twitched, her eyelashes trembled a few times, she opened her eyes, and in her blurred vision, it was the face in the deepest part of her heart.

His eyes were red at this time, and the liquid like salt water dripped down his cheeks and into Lan Jingrou's mouth.

Looking down, he drew a large hole in his right arm, dripping blood to the ground, and in his palm, he still held a somewhat familiar fragment.

Lan Jingrou thought for a while before remembering that this color was the color of his 'big bowl'. (To be continued.) )