On the slope on the bank of the 'Luoshui River', Wang Sheng swept past the treetops, and although he grabbed the magic bag in Sun Yun's arms as he wished, he didn't want to be trapped in his right arm, and rolled down the hillside with the 'Thousand Knots of Tears' and the white-robed archbishop.

Fortunately, the hill was not very steep, and there was a gravel beach below, and the big water balloon took two people to hit the ground a few times, and then it stuck on the stone and stopped moving.

Wang Sheng couldn't move because his right hand was trapped, only his left hand was left to protect his head and face, and he was hit several times along the way, and his body was covered with sharp stones, and the blood was dripping.

As soon as the big water balloon stopped here, Wang Sheng heard the shouts of the pursuers behind him, and he hurriedly struggled to get up, and before a wind mage who was flying over, he drew a sharp knife from his waist and turned over against the neck of the white-robed archbishop.

The magician who came with the wind didn't dare to be reckless, and circled around the 'Thousand Knots of Vermilion Tears' and blocked Wang Sheng's back road. The guards who followed closely behind were also well-trained, and on the way to run, they formed an encirclement formation, and there were even two magicians who didn't know what kind of department they were already making hand seals and starting to practice.

The big water balloon that was as light as nothing just now became heavier than a thousand catties at this time, and Wang Sheng pulled it a few times, but he couldn't pull it. He only has the archbishop's trump card now, and he can only play ruthlessly.

Thinking of this, Wang Sheng was ruthless, he turned his left leg and pressed one knee on the archbishop's stomach, and chopped off the little finger of his right hand with a backhand. This action was crisp and neat, and it immediately startled the pursuers, and the Huafu city lord gave an order, and everyone stopped.

The pain of the severed finger was heartbreaking, and I was stunned and woke up from the syncope. He opened his eyes and was about to cry out in pain when he noticed a sharp knife appear in front of his eyeball, and a masked man shouted loudly to let go of his hand.

The archbishop was now dizzy, the sharp knife in front of him brought him infinite fear, he trembled and wanted to shout for mercy, but he was squeezed by the other party's knees, and he couldn't breathe, so he could only open his mouth wide and make a 'ho-ho' sound.

Under the threat of Wang Sheng's unstoppable threat, the surrounding pursuers had all withdrawn more than ten meters away. One of the archbishop's personal attendants, seeing that his master was hurt in this way, burst into tears, and he shed a healing light from afar.

At this time, the distance between the two sides was too far, and this light was naturally useless, but it made the drowsy archbishop's eyes light up, and reminded him of the 'Lord of Light' that he had believed in all his life.

Thinking of the glory of the Lord, the archbishop instantly reverted to his confident appearance, and after seeing his surroundings clearly, he immediately came up with an idea. While comforting Wang Sheng in a soft tone and promising to let him go, he endured severe pain and secretly made a handprint with his severed right hand.

Wang Sheng now needs to take into account too many dangerous factors on the court, and he has to rack his brains to shout and negotiate with the city lord, and he really didn't notice the archbishop's small movements, this time it was the Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu he practiced in his previous life that saved his life.

The city lord here is also cunning, he has already discovered the archbishop's hint, in order to attract Wang Sheng's attention, he moved his steps to the right side of the big water balloon while talking, trying to stagger Wang Sheng's gaze, who knew that this time it would be self-defeating.

Wang Sheng and the city lord have been shouting loudly and bargaining, because the right hand is trapped and it is inconvenient to turn around, when the Huafu city lord turned to his side, Wang Sheng naturally used the 'cross arm lock' in the half-trick jiu-jitsu.

His left hand did not move, and with a twist of his feet, the archbishop's right hand was twisted, and he sat down himself. Wang Sheng's move was light and natural, he was originally just to have a suitable position and continue to negotiate with the city lord.

As for the movement of his legs around the archbishop's arm, it was just an instinctive reaction of thousands of trainings, but it allowed him to inadvertently avoid the archbishop's long-standing blow.

Before Wang Sheng could sit down completely, he felt a flash of white light in front of him, and from the crooked right hand of the archbishop, a beam of light of an inch long flew out, grazing the tip of his nose and flying out.

This majestic light was unusually sharp, and in the blink of an eye, it crossed the top of everyone's heads, and with a 'boom', a large hole was opened in the opposite peak.

Wang Sheng really picked up a life this time, and the archbishop, who he thought he had completely controlled, took him around in front of the ghost gate.

In fact, the main reason for this negligence is that there has always been a misunderstanding in Wang Sheng's heart. In so many novels and games he read in his previous life, he wrote that the healing mage would only squat in the back row, adding blood and status to his teammates, even if he had a little attack power, he was soft and non-threatening.

Therefore, the moment Wang Sheng captured the archbishop, he relaxed his vigilance, who would have thought that it was this old man he had always despised almost blew himself to pieces.

Wang Sheng has made many common-sense mistakes in this magical world, and this time is the closest he has come to death.

This fatal light like a rocket launcher frightened him so much that his muscles tightened, his legs were subconsciously clamped, and he only heard a sound of 'kalala', and the archbishop's right arm was broken into three knots by Wang Sheng's legs. At this moment, the white-robed bishop no longer had the leisurely attitude he had just now, and opened his mouth and screamed loudly, and his whole body trembled in pain.

Taking advantage of the sudden change here, when Wang Sheng was in shock, the surrounding guards and monks all charged forward. Wang Sheng, who was on the verge of catastrophe, finally calmed down, he exerted his strength, his legs twisted again, and he was stunned to squeeze the bone stubble of the broken arm of the archbishop's right hand out of the flesh and blood.

The grinding sound of the bones of 'cough lala' was terrifying, and this ruthless masked man really frightened the magicians around him.

There had never been such a vicious person in the Tian Yuan Continent, and everyone looked at each other a few times, and they didn't know what to do.

In the end, it was the Huafu City Lord who made a compromise, he made everyone take a few dozen steps back, and also agreed to Wang Sheng's request to let the wind magician fly upstream to fetch a small boat.

After the city lord made the arrangements, he took out a bottle of wound medicine from his sleeve and threw it over, wanting Wang Sheng to heal the archbishop.

Now Wang Sheng has become a frightened bird, where do he dare to take medicine, he turned a blind eye to the bishop's bleeding wounds, and just kept urging the bishop to let go of his trapped right hand quickly.

The white-robed bishop has now become a blood-robed bishop, after all, he is old, and he has lost his sharpness after being tossed these few times. Zai Wang Sheng's sharp knife cut a few small cuts in his neck, and he was completely convinced.

He muttered a few incantations with trembling lips, and the delicate 'Thousand Knots of Vermilion Tears' fluoresced, turned into raindrops, and returned to the pendant around the archbishop's neck. Wang Sheng's numb right arm, along with Sun Yun in the water droplets, also landed on the beach behind them.

Wang Sheng, who was finally freed, didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly tried to tear off the purple magic pocket. But at this moment, Sun Yun, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes, pressed his clothes, and said hoarsely: "Kill me! ”

Wang Sheng's hatred, I just want to be free, why is it so difficult? Didn't I cover my face? How could this Sun Yun still recognize it, and I grabbed my weakness at once.

Wang Sheng's movement Zhenyuan poked into the magic bag and checked it, there were not many things in it, only a dozen bottles and cans, and hundreds of gold coins, and one of the small porcelain bottles had the words "Purple Lotus Piercing Heart Demon Introduction" written on it.

Now that the enemy is around, he must make a decision immediately, since you are bent on death, I will fulfill you. Thinking of this, Wang Sheng no longer hesitated, and smashed his right hand Sun Yun's 'Jizhong Acupoint', shattering her heart with one palm.

The heartbroken Sun Yun's face was peaceful, and she used her last breath to whisper in Wang Sheng's ear: "The magic power primer is in this bag, it doesn't need any spells, as long as it is destroyed, your 'Purple Lotus Piercing Heart' will no longer be able to be controlled, hehehe." ”

Sun Yun deceived Wang Sheng before he died, and passed away with a smile on his face. It didn't matter if she died, but the Huafu City Lord, who was bent on going one step further with the help of the 'Cold Refining Ice Medium' in the distance, jumped straight on the spot in anger, stood there and pointed at Wang Sheng and scolded.

The things that Wang Sheng has dreamed of for three years have already arrived, so how can he still have the heart to scold the other party. He was afraid that the night would be long and dreamy, so he took out the magic guide vial, pinched it and smashed it, and then scattered it far away into the 'Luoshui River'.

Then he shoved the purple pocket into the magic space, pulled up the archbishop and retreated to the river. At this time, the wind mage had rowed a small ferry boat and leaned against the shore.

Wang Sheng dragged the archbishop into the boat like a dead dog, forced the wind mage to go ashore and leave far away, rowed the boat to the center of the river with his own hands, and ran downstream with the oar.

The 'Luoshui River' is about thirty or forty zhang wide and narrow, and it is autumn at this time, and the water volume is large and urgent, and the boat is very fast, and it will run out for a long time in a short time. The people on the shore refused to give up, and they also ran and followed all the way on the beach, shouting loudly as they ran, telling Wang Sheng to let go of the bishop.

Wang Sheng didn't dare to hold it up, the sharp knife in his left hand never left the bishop's throat, and he was engrossed in dealing with all the threats around him.

But the water was cold and cold, and suddenly a cold wind blew, which made Wang Sheng, who had not eaten for a few days, feel cold, not only did he not eat in the past few days, but also fought several times in succession, and his physical strength had reached the limit.

This cold wind blew his appetite in, and there was a violent cramp and colic from his abdomen, and Wang Sheng, who was struggling to shake the oar, only felt that his eyes were dark, his nervous left hand finally relaxed, and the sharp knife hung down a little.

At this time, the Huafu City Lord, who had been waiting for the opportunity, finally moved, only to see him wave his right hand, and with a 'whoosh' from the sleeve of his robe, a cold light flew out, and a three-foot-long iron halberd broke through the air, and went straight to Wang Sheng's choked throat and pierced it.

The speed of this iron halberd was extremely fast, and the water surface of more than twenty zhang was about to arrive in the blink of an eye, and by the time Wang Sheng found it, he was already unable to dodge. In the crisis, he hurriedly leaned back, stretched out his hand to pull the archbishop in front of him, and the two of them poured into the river together.

Wang Sheng's reaction was still a step too late after all, and at this rate, before they could fall into the river, the iron halberd would pierce the two of them. Wang Sheng was slow, but the lord of the Huafu city on the shore was not slow at all, and at the moment when the iron halberd was about to stab the archbishop's back, he pressed down with his arm, and the iron halberd actually changed the direction of flight with his movements, and with a 'poof' sound, it passed through the hull and plunged into the river.

This scene was extremely shocking, and Wang Sheng, who fell in the water, was taken aback: "This is a flying sword! Is it difficult for this city lord to still be a sword immortal?" He hadn't recovered from the fright here, but he felt a stir under him, and the iron halberd had already turned in the water, and it stabbed his throat again.

This time, Wang Sheng's whole body had entered the water, and there was an archbishop on his body, and there was no room for maneuver, so he could only block it with his right arm in front of him under his poor skills, and silently recited with his eyes closed: "Immeasurable, I will drop a Tianzun!"

Maybe it was Grandpa Dao who heard his voice, and this majestic iron halberd disappeared the moment it touched Wang Sheng's right arm.

The city lord of Huafu on the shore only felt that the magic weapon had suddenly lost contact with him, and this mana stirred made the city lord's heart ache, and a mouthful of blood spurted out with a 'poof'.

Wang Sheng under the water was also stunned, and couldn't understand why the deadly iron halberd suddenly disappeared. However, after a little pondering, he figured out the trick and hurriedly looked inside his magic space. Sure enough, as he expected, the iron halberd was flying up and down in his space like a headless fly at this time.

It turned out that Wang Sheng's magic space did not have a magic mark as a mark. Whether it is holding or flying, active or passive, anything with magical power will automatically burrow into space as long as it touches the magic pattern on his right arm. This peculiar attribute was accidentally discovered by Sun Qi two years ago, who knew that it would save Wang Sheng's life today.

Wang Sheng once again escaped death, and he couldn't help but secretly call it lucky, he didn't dare to come out of the water, and smashed a punch on the back of the archbishop's neck, pressing him into the water, and he dived into the depths of the water with a fierce son, and swam rapidly downstream.

His actions were not in vain, as soon as Wang Sheng swam away, a water magician came out from under the ferry. This mage has been diving in the 'Luo River Water' for a long time under orders, just to give Wang Sheng a fatal blow, who would have thought that Wang Sheng had an extra heart and knocked the archbishop unconscious in the water.

In order to rescue the archbishop, the water magician naturally had no way to chase Wang Sheng, so he could only send two water arrows to his back to relieve his hatred.

Wang Sheng, who was swimming rapidly, only felt a pain in his leg, knowing that someone was attacking him, he didn't dare to fight, and he didn't look back to increase his speed by a few points.

He exercised the true element, used the turtle breath Dafa in the "Eternal Life Sutra", and dived in the river for nearly half an hour in one breath before carefully drilling out of the water to inspect it. Seeing that there was no one around, he climbed up to the other side of the river and ran all night in the wilderness with all his strength.

Finally, when dawn came, Wang Sheng's true yuan was once again completely consumed, he barely climbed a few more steps, lay down in a dirt nest with his body forked, and fell asleep exhausted.

Days of hard work allowed him to finally gain freedom, and under the rising sun, Wang Sheng slept so sweetly.