It's like a rough wave that overwhelms everything.

In the gap between the trees, the mighty true qi spread out.

This is an indescribable suppression of true qi, as if the air in the entire space has become viscous, and all the people who are soaked in it cannot move an inch.

It's a hassle to talk to smart people.

Just after her sentence ended, there was no need to explain, Duan Lizheng immediately released a large amount of true qi, suppressing the audience with the vast internal force that belonged to the middle stage of ascending to the extreme.

I don't know if this is the full strength of this young man, Zhu Luan felt his back soaked in cold sweat, if this is not his full strength, it seems that he is going to take a risk in the subsequent martial arts test.

But now she had no time to think about anything else.

Under the suppression of the powerful force, the silver-armored guards around the carriage were all shaky, and the movement of the black-clothed man hanging upside down on the branch was not as agile as before, and he still seemed to be able to move, but it was much slower.

The biggest advantage of this man in black is that he is flexible, but at this time, under the suppression of absolute power, he can no longer kill people as quickly as before.

Zhu Luan's thoughts flowed in her heart, if Duan Lizheng's state could maintain more than one stick of incense, she stroked the flower protection bell on her chest, and it was not impossible to kill this man in black.

She glanced at the figure not far away.

There was a ray of moonlight, which happened to shine through the gap in the leaves, and sprinkled coldly on him.

Then Zhu Luan found that the man in black had a thin body, a small skeleton, and even a little childish.

Wrong! That's a kid!

Recalling the incredibly soft body of the man in black when he was dragging a branch through the forest just now, Zhu Luan's body stiffened for a moment.

This is a very young teenager.

At this time, Duan Lizheng's voice called Zhu Luan back from shock.

"The military attache is coming, no matter what you have to do as soon as possible!"

Zhu Luan immediately lowered his head and walked towards the Wei Commander, who had fallen to the ground softly under tremendous pressure.

Duan Lizheng's state is not good, and the burden of Zhenyuan's release on him is not clear, but while maintaining suppression, he is really curious about what this woman will do.

Although she was such a messy woman, Duan Lizheng had to admit that she also brought surprises when she frightened him.

You never know what she knows.

Every time we meet, we know more things, but the really important things are hidden by her in a deep, deep place.

Even if there is such a marriage contract, Duan Lizheng's exploration of Zhu Luan can only stay on the surface, like the oil slick on the chicken soup, and there is no way to dive into the soup base.

Duan Lizheng quietly turned around, and then saw the woman kneeling on the ground beside the guard leader, and took her hand into her mouth.

What is this doing?

However, without waiting for Duan Lizheng to snoop, Zhu Luan lowered his head to the silver armor guard lying on the ground.

Because it is facing the neck, at first glance it looks like it is going towards the face of a person on the ground.

Duan Lizheng's breath almost fluctuated, and the young man frowned to stabilize his breath, but before she could look behind her again, a burnt smell suddenly came.

The smell of being burned.

Zhu Luan's body fell very low, blocking Duan Lizheng's view.

The sharp pain of the ten fingers connected to the heart came, followed by the howl of the silver armor guard, who had been falling into a coma due to blood loss.

The Silver Guard is a tough guy trained in interrogation, but the pain of the bloody wound being burned raw is too terrible for even a tough guy to resist.

Commander Wei's originally silent consciousness was awakened by the pain, and he barely opened his eyes, only to see a vague figure.

The girl's face was stained with blood, and she looked a little demonic in the moonlight.

He wanted to say something, begging for mercy or thanking him, but the pain in his neck made him scream like a wild beast.

"It'll be fine soon, bear with me."

In such a horrific situation, only the girl's expression was calm and powerful, and her slender fingers were inserted into his wounds, and blood was constantly dripping from her fingers.

On the battlefield, once a large wound appears, there is only one most common and effective method.

That's – branding.

Commander Wei has been on the battlefield and has seen countless military doctors pick up the soldering iron on the stove and burn it directly in order to stop the bleeding of the soldiers.

But now it was different, he clearly felt that it was not the soldering iron that was attached to his body, but the woman's slender fingers.

But I don't know what this woman's fingertips have, and there is only one feeling at the moment of contact.

That's the pain!

The man's body struggled, but under the suppression of Duan Lizheng Zhenyuan, he could only struggle in vain like a fish thrown ashore.

"No......" Commander Wei's chapped lips spat out a vague word.

"Knowing the pain proves that you are still alive." Zhu Luan was engrossed in feeling the blood beads flowing from his fingers and the flames that turned into them, burning the man's broken blood vessels one by one to stop the bleeding.

Zhu Luan carefully discerned this, and cauterized the broken parts of those meridians to stop the bleeding and avoid harming the extremely thin and brittle blood vessel walls.

This is very delicate work, and even more so, it is also suppressed by Duan Lizheng's True Yuan, coupled with extremely tight time constraints.

In such a bloody scene, only the movements of this woman's hands are not chaotic.

There are seventy-three places in total.

Zhu Luan's hand was like electricity, using ten fingers together, and quickly set fire to extinguish quickly.

The smell of burnt paste in the air faded.

And at this moment, Duan Lizheng's anxious voice came from his ears, "Okay, okay?" The military attache is only a mile away from here! ”

There are sixteen left.

Beads of sweat oozed from the tip of Zhu Luan's nose.

Duan Lizheng's outgoing aura gradually weakened, and he kept looking back at Zhu Luan anxiously.

And Zhu Luan was motionless like a statue, just stretching out his arms.

"Who's here?" The shouts of high-level cultivators were heard in the distance, full of energy.

"Ten more seconds here." Duan Lizheng's extremely serious voice resounded in his ears, but Zhu Luan had no time to take care of it.

Five seconds to go.

There are six left.

"Five, four, three, two, one."

The last one is done.

Zhu Luan opened his eyes and looked at the silver armor guard on the ground, all the bleeding wounds on his neck were burned and coagulated at this time, he didn't continue to bleed, whether he could survive it tonight depends on his creation.

The person who made the sword had not yet arrived, but he had already warned with the sword qi.

The figure of the military attache gradually appeared at the end of the road.

"Alright." Zhu Luan stood up, but at this moment, there was a sound of breaking the air in his ears, and a sharp sword qi attacked.

"Let's go!" Duan Lizheng finished the release of his true qi, grabbed Zhu Luan's collar, and left the place like an arrow from the string.

"Don't want to leave!"

Two middle-aged military attachés appeared a hundred meters away.

The two mobilized all their true qi and ran wildly.

A second before running wildly, Zhu Luan turned his head and took one last look at the black-clothed young man who was surrounded.

A terrifying sense of déjà vu suddenly hit Zhu Luan's heart.

Why is his figure so familiar?

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