Wen Shuyan said: "Is it difficult to watch Qiao Fan be killed? ”

"Then I'll ask." Poppies can't help it.

She had the heart to save Qiao Huan, but she couldn't resist Ning Yichen's move.

Especially after she killed Yu Yao'er just now, the people of the Demon Sect wanted to kill her as soon as possible.

Yu Meiren walked to Fang Zhiyuan's side and hurriedly said, "Fang Alliance Master, the young master of the Demon Sect is here, and now he wants to kill Qiao Huan, you go and help!" ”

As she spoke, Yu Meiren saw that Qiao Huan was stabbed in the shoulder by Ning Yichen.

She remembered that Qiao Huan's shoulder had been injured a long time ago......

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The pierced shoulder was bleeding profusely, and the wound was on top of the injury, and the sword in his hand was about to be unstable!

Qiao Fan took a deep breath, clenched his sword, and continued to attack as if nothing happened.

Ning Yichen dodged the sword slightly sideways, and after drawing the sword, he looked at Qiao Huan with cold eyes.

Why?

Why?

Qiao Huan glanced around, and the martial arts people joined forces to besiege the people of the Hehuan Sect, and at this time, the people of the Hehuan Sect were almost dead.

The people of the Demon Sect were fighting, and they probably understood the matter.

In the end, the people of the righteous path and the demon sect couldn't move, and they each retreated to one side and cultivated pranayama.

Everyone looked at Qiao Huan and Ning Yichen.

There are also some gossips, but they look in the direction of Fang Zhiyuan.

Those who were not injured went to clean up the battlefield and medicate the wounded.

Yu Meiren returned to Wen Shuyan's side and said, "It's over, Fang Zhiyuan is deaf and can't hear anything." ”

Wen Shuyan: ......

What a waste.

Wen Shuyan endured the injury and got up, and was about to go to find Fang Zhiyuan by himself, when he saw Fang Zhiyuan get up.

Fang Zhiyuan still remembers his mission, and the original lonely and brave blood seems to have become a burden at this moment.

Seeing that Qiao Huan couldn't parry, Fang Zhiyuan jumped over, blocked the blow for Qiao Huan, and fought with Ning Yichen.

Yu Meiren hurriedly helped Qiao Huan up, stuffed a pill into her mouth, and sprinkled medicine on the place of her wound to bandage, "Is there any other injury?" ”

"Don't move, don't move, it hurts." Qiao Huan said, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Broken bones?" The poppy looked at Qiao Huan, who was pale, and didn't dare to move anymore, so she sped up the speed of bandaging.

Qiao Huan slowly inhaled and exhaled, and said, "It may be broken, let me slow down." ”

When the poppy saw that she was bleeding from her mouth, but she was still holding a sword, she said, "Let go, I'll bandage your hand too." ”

"I've used it too hard, and I can't let it go." Qiao Huan said weakly: "You can break it open." ”

Yu Meiren forcefully broke Qiao Huan's fingers, tears fell, and said, "Are you going to die?" Only the dead can freeze. ”

Qiao smiled angrily, "I'm still panting!" ”

"It's almost the same as being out of breath." The poppy finally broke her hand open, wiped the blood next to her, poured the powder on it, and wrapped it in gauze.

Qiao Fan: ......

Fang Zhiyuan and Ning Yichen had a fierce fight, and after a while, both of them were injured.

Qiao Huan sighed, Ning Yichen was still merciful just now, otherwise she would have died a long time ago.

I guess I have some scruples.

And now that they have no scruples, the two of them are fighting as if they were not dying.

The poppy looked at it and felt frightened, and asked, "They, which of them will win?" ”

"It's not a win-loss battle, it's a life-and-death battle." Qiao Fan sighed.

If Fang Zhiyuan loses, no one on the martial arts side is Ning Yichen's opponent.

When the time comes......