At this time, Monk Huicong had already walked to Monk Huiming's side, stretched out his hand to probe his breathing, the condensed brows finally relaxed, the tense nerves finally relaxed, his body slipped to the ground softly, and was supported by Monk Huikong on the side, and exclaimed: "Senior Brother Huicong ......"

HC only felt a feeling of dizziness in his head, and blinked his eyes a few times before he couldn't hold back and didn't faint, but his face turned pale, and he said a little weakly after a while: "Senior Brother Huikong...... The poor monk is fine, but he has some injuries......"

Without waiting for Hui Cong to finish speaking, Monk Huikong suddenly felt a slippery feeling from the hand on Hui Cong's back, and stretched his hand back to take a look, and couldn't help but be shocked again, because his hands were all stained red with blood, and the red blood stains slipped down his palm like water.

Monk Huikong hurriedly looked at Hui Cong's back, but saw that on his back, a long knife wound almost ran across the entire back, and the wound was very deep, and the pink flesh rolled out, he couldn't help but gasp, and hurriedly took out a bottle of white medicine from his arms, and sprinkled it on Monk Huicong's wound, stop the bleeding for the time being, otherwise the light bleeding will bleed to death.

After a while, Monk Huicong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then said weakly: "Senior Brother Huiming's injury is not light, if it weren't for his strong body, it is estimated that he would have died a long time ago, and now he only has half a life left...... Ahem......"

After speaking, Monk Huicong glanced in the direction of Wu Feng again, and said worriedly: "Our senior brothers are temporarily safe, but that little benefactor is probably more than lucky, Senior Brother Huikong...... The little benefactor was also seriously injured, just now the poor monk glanced at him, and his body was shrouded in green energy, but he used the power of the true yuan, not to mention the loss of Yangshou, and it was also very detrimental to his own cultivation, he was young, although his cultivation was high, it was already very difficult to deal with the masked Taoist, so many fierce souls besieged, he would definitely be invincible, let's call him here to hide first, it will be a while to be able to hide......"

With a crisp sound, Lao Liu Tou finally pulled out the seven-star Longyuan sword from the rock, and then jumped off the rock, without saying a word, he was about to run towards Wu Feng, but was grabbed by the wrist of Monk Huikong, and hurriedly said: "This benefactor, you can't go, you are injured, those murderous souls are too powerful, you used to be sent to death!" ”

"The old man is over seventy years old, and he has already lived enough, if he doesn't save him when he dies, he won't have the face to see his master, Master Huikong, let go, the old man knows that you have done your best, and I am very grateful to you." Old Liu Tou said sincerely.

"Old donor...... Hugh blames the poor monk for being rude, and asks you a question, do you think the poor monk's cultivation is higher, or is your cultivation higher? Monk Hui Cong asked.

"This doesn't need to be asked, of course it's your awesomeness, the old man knows that the monk wants to persuade me not to send him to death, but this kid has a lot of connections with the old man, and he has a lifelong friendship with his master, so he must not watch him die!" Old Liu's eyes were red.

Monk Huicong shook his head and said slowly: "Old donor, it's okay if you don't go, once you go, it will only distract the little donor, he will die faster, that little donor has a great creation, the poor monk thinks he won't die like this, you still listen to our senior brother and wait and see what happens......"