The young man named Da Luo, due to excessive blood loss, his whole person was abnormally white as paper.

A little boy of seven or eight years old knelt beside Da Luo, his eyes were full of tears that could not be shed, he silently held the young man's weak hand, and looked at the pharmacist beside him with hope.

The medicine man was looked at by the bright eyes of the little boy, and suddenly felt a sense of shame, and his voice choked, "There is no more life elixir." Xiao Luo, don't worry, Mr. Murong has already led people to loot the medicine store, and your brother may still be able to save ......"

His voice became deeper and deeper, he was a pharmacist, and he knew better than anyone that with Da Luo's current situation, he could only last a quarter of an hour at most.

Mr. Murong took people back and forth to the medicine store, and it took more than a quarter of an hour to go back and forth.

The boy is still so young, but his life is being ruthlessly destroyed by time.

The little boy bit his pale lip tightly, not knowing that holding his brother's hand had used all the strength of his body.

The boy was clenched tightly by his small hand, felt a trace of warmth, lifted his heavy eyelids with difficulty, and struggled to move the fingers of his hanging left hand.

The little boy immediately sensed his brother's actions, and his gaze was fixed on the blood-stained sword he had fallen to the ground, and even the blade had been crumbled and mutilated from repeated fighting.

The boy nodded vigorously, got up and ran to the broken sword, and with all his strength it took to pick it up.

The dull blade was held in his arms, but the hilt was dragged to the ground, and the little boy said loudly to the young man, "Brother, Yun Xiaoluo won't cry!" I will follow your example and fight to protect our family! Until the last drop of blood is shed. I'm definitely not going to cry! ”

As he spoke, the tears accumulated in his eyes were like opening the floodgates, and they couldn't be closed, and they poured down all at once.

The pharmacist had already raced against time to help Da Luo bandage his wounds, and the young man's face was still pale and frightening, without the slightest trace of blood.

"Da Luo, don't sleep." The medicine master took off his robe, wrapped the young man's slightly cold body, and hugged him tightly, "Da Luo, think about my brother. Xiao Luo is still young, how can you rest assured to leave him behind. ”

The boy's eyelids struggled to lift and lift, and the last thing he saw seemed to be a flying dragon with huge wings, huh? Wyvern! His heart suddenly tightened, could it be that the enemy had added a new type of flying beast?

Can the people resist it?

But he has done his best! Where would their cousin, the one who was as gifted as a dazzling light, where would they be at the moment......

The eyelids were so heavy and heavy, and the twilight in the gap between the eyes gradually turned into endless darkness.

The pharmacist who was holding Da Luo hugged his thin body tightly, lowered his head and swallowed the tears back into his stomach.

There is no time for him to mourn and mourn, and there are many more people who need their treatment. The pharmacist quickly stood up, and greeted the new group of wounded with a determined expression.

"If the medicine is not enough, feed them the herbs first, it can help a little bit!"

The pharmacists in the backyard were busy again. The pharmacists are well aware that there are countless casualties in the bloody battle ahead, and there is very little they can do.

The elite disciples guarding the middle gate of the Yun Clan kept falling down, and they were constantly dragged to the backyard.

The smooth and immaculate white jade marble steps have been paved all the way with red and bright blood.

An Shiyuan stood beside his aunt An Yang, looking at the smoke and dust in the distance with a smile.

The Yun clan is about to be wiped out by my aunt.

Under the iron hooves of the monster, how can there be a living mouth? Qin Shuntian claims to be a descendant of the Yun clan, and he looks down on him if he is noble and extraordinary, and at this moment, he is not facing the fate of the dead clan.

Without the support of the Yun Clan behind her, a Qin against the sky is simply vulnerable.

At that time, he will make her kneel before him and weep bitterly and repent.

When An Shiyuan thought of this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his whole face was flying.

Lu Rin stood on the other side of An Duck, bowed his head and flattered the horse and said a string of compliments, An Yang heard this, and glanced at Lu Rin in a good mood, "Lu Rin, you can be regarded as a manufacturable material." Don't say that your aunt won't promote you, you will go down with Shiyuan now, each lead a group of people and horses, and cut off the heads of the children of the Yun clan. Whoever kills more Yun people will have greater credit. When the time comes, in front of the envoy, there will be a lot of rewards and rewards for the two of you. ”

An Shiyuan and Lu Rin were overjoyed when they heard this, and hurriedly bent down to receive the order, and each led a group of Holy Blood Palace disciples to rush towards those Yun Clan people who were still resisting.

At the same time, a huge air flow exploded in the sky in the distance, and several inner door elders who were facing the masters of the Ink Infant Realm of the Holy Blood Palace were thrown off the ground by this air current, and several mouthfuls of blood were spewed out.

The Fire Venerable Envoy jumped into the air, squinted a pair of fox eyes, raised his hand to brush the black hair that covered half of his face, and smiled at Yun Zhenghong on the opposite side, "Do you still want to continue fighting?" You old guys have been bombarded by us and lost half of your combat effectiveness. The rest is up to a few of you cats and dogs, still trying to escape from my Huozun? Dream on. ”

Yun Zhenghong sneered, "The Yun Clan only has the Yun people who died in battle, and there are no Yun people who escaped. ”

Hearing this, the Fire Venerable Envoy smiled, stretched out a white and slender orchid finger, and shook it vigorously in front of Yun Zhenghong and several other elders, "No, no, no, no, what you said is not right. Did you Yun Clan divide into a second line, do you know that our Holy Blood Palace sent two teams to attack your Yun family's territory and the Luchuan Plain respectively. ”

Yun Zhenghong's heart sank.

I only heard the Fire Venerable envoy squint at those fox eyes, like a cat teasing a mouse, and muttered for a few seconds, before he smiled and said, "Do you know that the second lineage of your Yun family has all been subordinated to our Holy Blood Palace!" Therefore, you people, don't continue to resist! Isn't it good to follow us in the Holy Blood Palace to eat and drink spicy food? The struggle ended in the end, but it only ruined the whole clan. ”

Yun Zhenghong and several inner door elders behind him were all so angry that their hair was open, and their old eyes were red.

"Shut up!" Yun Zhenghong scolded angrily, "Don't say more!" If you want to fight, you will fight! My Yun clan's own family, even if he dies to the last person in battle, will never bow his head like the Holy Blood Palace! ”

"I don't know what to live or die!" The Fire Venerable Envoy narrowed his eyes, sneered, raised his flaming red sleeves, and raised them high in the wind, "Since the Yun Clan doesn't descend, there is no need to be polite to them anymore!" Shoot me! ”