Updated: 2013-10-20

Yi Rong is like a killing god, and there are constantly thin-waisted wasps flying over, constantly pierced by Yi Rong's long sword and falling to the ground.

With just one sword, that sword pierced the weakness of the thin-waisted wasp, and that sword pierced the thin-waisted wasps, destroying their central nervous system.

The thin-waisted wasp fell to the ground and struggled, but it could no longer fly, and could no longer even move its little thin legs at will.

A lair with hundreds of thin-waisted wasps, Irong knew that he was caught in it, he couldn't get out of it, and as soon as he had the slightest thought of leaving, these lost fellows would swarm him, completely annihilate him, and use the stinger on his ass to corrode him into a pile of mud.

So Yi Rong will not flinch, the long sword in his hand is waving, the fierce purple combat power on it is constantly beating, Yi Rong used the purple combat power to carve a circle of spells around him, restricting the invasion of the thin-waisted wasp, and with the help of the power of the five elements attribute, he carefully maintained his abdomen and back.

This is a tug-of-war, a contest between Yirong's combat power and the number of thin-waisted wasps.

In front of Yirong, there were already mountains of slender lobs in front of him, and the one-meter-long slender wasps were constantly struggling, but their companions kept falling and pressing on their bodies.

Yirong did this mechanically, and it looked effortless, but each stab consumed a lot of his combat power.

Because of the good herbs he obtained, all of them refined a lot of pills, and at this time, Yirong relied on these supports.

Yi Rong could already feel that his meridians had begun to spasm, which was caused by the excessive amount of combat power he had expended.

Those pills were only able to moisten the meridians if they were eaten, and Yi Rong's face was already pale, and he was now almost supported by perseverance.

There were already thousands of thin-waisted wasps dead at his feet, but there were still thin-waisted wasps coming closer.

"Have you reached your limit?" Yirong took a deep breath.

He thought of Leng Yan, the person who had been engraved into his heart since the first time he saw Peiyun Town.

Yi Rong was able to become the Holy Son of the Vast Alliance step by step, and he stepped on everyone's corpses, but in the face of Leng Yan, his heart softened, as if he was destined in his previous life.

It was a feeling of being willing to do anything for her, a feeling of wanting to be there for her.

With a light smile on the corner of Yi Rong's mouth, he was still standing there, but he could barely support his body because he had almost exhausted the last of his combat strength, the long sword was still in his hand, but he could feel that his arm had begun to lose strength.

It's just that you still can't give up!

A cold light flashed in Yirong's eyes, and at this time he could already feel that the number of thin-waisted wasps was running out, or that there were only a few dozen left.

He took a step forward, and although Yirong had been defending well, he was inevitably stabbed, and his white shirt was stained with black blood.

Even though he had already eaten the antidote pill refined by the strings, the strong corrosion of the bee sting still made him feel the passage of life.

Every time Yi Rong took a step forward, he had to pay a certain price, the corpses of the thin-waisted wasps in front of him were piled up, and he stepped on the slender waisted wasps that were still struggling, and the creaking sound under his feet caused the flying thin-waisted wasps to attack frantically.

But Yirong is not afraid at this time, and his goal is the queen bee in the nest!

The queen bee, the master of a swarm, is also the aggregator of the collective wisdom of the entire thin-waisted wasp.

As long as the queen bee is killed, these thin-waisted wasps will be in chaos, and then disappear into the fog completely.

At first, there were too many Slender Waist Wasps, and Yi Rong could be buried if he moved slightly, but now, the Slender Waist Wasp was almost killed, and he could walk towards the nest.

But even so, Yirong was stabbed several times.

In particular, the injury on the shoulder was the most serious, almost half of the shoulder was numb and could not move, Yirong had no choice but to change his left hand.

The thin-waisted wasp obviously understood Yi Rong's intentions and attacked frantically, but Yi Rong's long sword was unusually calm, one after another, and it was just the rhythm of moths fighting fire!

It is already possible to see the nest of the thin-rumped wasp.

Towering and huge, it is natural for this place to be home to a nest of slender wasps thousands of meters long.

It's just that Yirong didn't expect it to be so high!

Moreover, in a place like the Misty Forest, the thin-waisted wasp actually circled a place, and all the fog in this place was absorbed, and the air was very clear, and even the sun shone in.

Yi Rong squinted his eyes slightly and looked up, but there happened to be a thin-waisted wasp attack with no eyes. Yirong's long sword was a little, and the thin-waisted wasp fell from the sky, struggling at Yirong's feet!

"You're going to die!"

A coquettish but majestic voice came, and it was obvious that this was the queen bee.

"I'm here to kill you!" Yi Rong said calmly, at this time he was already in pain, but he still endured, he held the long sword in his hand, at this time, the long sword because of killing too many thin-waisted wasps, even if the level was high, it has now been corroded to black.

But even this long sword, which looks like it has reached the end of its powerful crossbow, is still standing like Yirong.

The original level of this long sword was not enough to recognize the master, but after this battle, it has obviously evolved, and it has agreed with Yirong, which is why it will burst out with such a powerful potential.

Yi Rong looked at the long sword in his hand, and he thought of Leng Yan.

Flame, I still hope to be able to accompany you on the next road!

Yi Rong thought so in his heart, and the long sword in his hand that was corroded like a black burning stick suddenly burst into a brilliance.

At this time, Leng Yan, who had been looking for it, only felt a pain in her heart, and she looked in one direction with her senses, and she could feel that it was there, and there was something that made her heart ache.

"Bai Ling!" called Cold Flame.

Bai Ling's clone swarmed down, heading in the direction of the Cold Flame Point.

The fog is still the fog, but the uneasiness in my heart is becoming more and more obvious.

Leng Yan relied on her own feelings, kept moving forward, the more she went, the pain was obvious, when she walked in front of the corpses of the mountain of thin-waisted bees, Leng Yan's face instantly turned pale.

Cold Flame quickened her pace, and as she swooped into the nest of the thin-rumped wasp that had blocked out the fog, she saw the destroyed hive, a large fat bug that was dead......

and Yirong who fell to the ground.

Leng Yan lifted Yi Rong up from the ground, but saw a smile on the corner of Yi Rong's mouth, who was covered in injuries.

Yi Rong's face was very pale, and his body could almost be described as a thousand holes, but fortunately he was still alive.

Leng Yan took out all the pills that could be taken out of his body, whether it was the detoxification pill, the hemostatic pill, the rejuvenating pill, the spiritual power supplement, or the combat power supplement......

But Yirong's mouth was tightly closed, and he was sweating all over the cold flame feeding.

Finally, Leng Yan took out a pot of water from the Ring of Life, swallowed it, and then stuffed the pill into his mouth, and crossed the pill mouth to mouth.

Seeing Yi Rong's face slowly soften, Leng Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

But Leng Yan soon felt that something was wrong again, her spiritual power was very amazing, and there was no influence of fog around the hive, and Yi Rong was now unconscious, so it could be said that she was defenseless, so Leng Yan's spiritual power easily entered Yi Rong's body.

This is the first time that Leng Yan has released his spiritual power into someone else's body, Yi Rong was seriously injured, and his mental power was also limited, so his spiritual power only symbolically resisted, and he was driven aside by Leng Yan's spiritual power and didn't dare to move.

Leng Yan immediately discovered that there was a problem with Yirong's meridians.

Yi Rong's meridians are like destroyed sponges, even if the cold flame fed Yi Rong the pills to replenish his combat power, but these pills are just a drop in the bucket, penetrating into the broken meridians, and disappearing immediately.

If the meridians are broken, it means that the person cannot cultivate spiritually. Cold Flame's tears flowed out.

Yi Rong is the holy son of the Vast Alliance, a popular figure in the entire Vast Continent, and a young man on the first day.

But now his meridians have become like this because of the battle, and maybe he won't be able to cultivate his spirit in the future.

What's more, all of this is because of the cold flame.

Leng Yan's heart was like a knife, she hugged Yirong's body tightly and began to tremble a little, tears sliding down her cheeks like beads with broken threads.

"No, you'll be fine!" Leng Yan said as he wiped his tears, but still unstoppable tears slipped down his cheeks, and some even fell on Yirong's face and neck.

Yi Rong was still lying there, very calm, very calm, if it weren't for the paleness, weak breathing, and wounds all over his body, he could almost be considered that he was just asleep.

Leng Yan took off Yirong's white coat, hesitated, and took off his underwear as well.

At this time, Leng Yan saw the skin on Yirong's body......

Except for the one left by the battle with the thin-waisted wasp just now, there are scars all over his body.

Although there are a lot of drugs to remove scars in the Vast Continent, just like the strings that were given to Lan Zhonghao, these on Yirong's body can't be removed with medicine!

These are the scars of the oath!

It is a blood oath that needs to be sworn with blood, and the wound left behind will leave a mark, which is the scar of the oath.

Yi Rong, what the hell has you been through! Leng Yan hugged Yi Rong's body, she couldn't cry anymore!

"Why, why do you torture yourself so much!" Leng Yan was secretly angry with Yirong in her heart, but what identity did she have to talk about him?

Leng Yan touched Yi Rong's handsome face and said in a low voice, "Yi Rong, you will definitely be fine!"