The frisbee returned to Eamon's hand, turned into a spear, and stabbed at Jun Wunian again.

Jun Wunian covered his right arm and stepped back, and Lan Sheng held a water shield to resist the blow for Jun Wunian.

In the next second, Jun Wunian exclaimed: "Be careful!"

I saw that the spear in Aemon's hand turned into 8 flying knives, 4 pieces flew towards Jun Wunian, and the other 4 pieces flew towards the magic smoke on Aemon's right hand.

Aemon shouted like crazy: "Charm Fox, you actually betrayed Xiyi, you all go to die." ”

Meiyan didn't move, with mockery in her eyes, and looked at Jun Wunian.

In a moment, Jun Wunian released the wind rail, connecting Lan Sheng and Mei Yan, Lan Sheng was guided by the wind track, and quickly came to Mei Yan's side.

"Water Dissolve—" Lan Sheng used most of the water elemental power to block the four flying knives that were attacking the magic smoke.

Lan Sheng looked at Jun Wunian in a panic, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Jun Wunian's sword barely picked up the two flying knives as he wished, but due to the injury to his right arm, his speed slowed down, and the remaining two flying knives pierced Jun Wunian's chest at the same time.

Aemon laughed and recalled the Hundred Blades, and the flying knife flew from Jun Wunian's chest back to Aemon's hand, blood gushing out of his chest.

Jun Wunian fell to the ground weakly, and the sword also fell to the ground.

Lan Sheng hurriedly ran towards Jun Wunian, knelt beside Jun Wunian, covered the wound on Jun Wunian's chest to stop the blood from flowing out, and raised his left hand slightly to release the hydrotherapy technique to alleviate Jun Wunian's pain.

However, the effect of the hydrotherapy technique was a little pale in front of Jun Wunian's wound.

Lan Sheng's hands trembled a little, and there was distress and panic in his eyes.

"It's fine. Jun Wunian smiled lazily and comforted Lan Sheng, "I just had the power of the elements in my chest, and it's fine." ”

Mei Yan looked at the blood spurting out of Jun Wunian's chest, watched Jun Wunian fall to the ground weakly, looked at Jun Wunian's pale but lazy and gentle smile at the moment, there was something more in her eyes, she turned her head to look at Eamon, and the charming voice sounded: "Eamon—"

Aemon turned his head to look at the smoke of the charm, the smoke of the smoke of the eyes glowed red, and when he came into contact with the smoke of the smoke turned red with a bewitching look, Aeon was suddenly in a trance.

At this time, 20 disguised mages downstairs rushed into the room, each unleashing their ranged skills and hitting the confused Aemon.

"Ahh

Although none of these mages have reached the 20th rank, the elemental power is not strong, but the cultivation is not enough, and the number is to make up. Aemon suddenly became a bloody man.

Seeing this, Jun Wunian reluctantly stretched out his left hand, picked up the sword on the ground, and threw it at Aemon with all his strength.

The sword came out of his hand and plunged into Aemon's right leg.

Emonn screamed in pain and fled through the window.

Jun Wunian looked at Aemon's back, couldn't support it anymore, and fell into a coma.

Seeing Jun Wunian's hand hanging down, Lan Sheng was a little panicked, with panic in his eyes: "Jun Wunian-you wake up-Jun Wunian." ”

"Stop the bleeding for him, or he'll die. Meiyan walked over, leaned down, and helped Jun Wunian up, "Help him to my bed." ”

Lan Sheng came back to his senses and hurriedly helped to support Jun Wunian.

The two worked together to help Jun Wunian onto the bed, Meiyan took out hemostatic medicine and healing medicine, took out a dagger, and slashed at Jun Wunian's chest.

Lan Sheng stretched out his hand to block the dagger, staring at the charm smoke vigilantly, not paying any attention to his palm that was cut by the blade: "What are you doing?"

"Let go—" Meiyan glanced at Lan Sheng, "I'm going to cut his clothes, or I won't be able to apply the medicine." ”

Lan Sheng stared at the smoke and didn't let go, a trace of blood oozed from the right finger of the dagger's blade.

"If I want him to die, as long as I don't save him, why bother with another knife. Let go, if you don't let go, he'll die. Meiyan glanced at Jun Wunian's still bleeding wound and said.

"I'll come. Lan Sheng said, "Give me the dagger." ”

Meiyan handed the dagger to Lan Sheng, glanced at Lan Sheng's bloody right hand and said, "Can your hand still work?"

Lan Sheng ignored her, endured the pain from the palm of his right hand, and steadily cut through Jun Wunian's clothes, revealing the wound in front of Jun Wunian.