[Ran^Text^Library] It turned out that when Lingwu launched an attack, he was afraid that Longxihou would not die, and his spiritual power was basically concentrated on Longxihou. [For more exciting novels, please visit] didn't care about Zhong Wu, the general, just attacked a little. Zhong Wu just fainted for a while and fell to the ground. By the time Lingwu walked in front of him, he had already woken up, and his years of combat experience made him understand that he had been attacked by Lingwu.

In this case, only when the spirit priest is close and suddenly attack, he must be killed with one blow, and he will not have a second chance. But he was sure, because the speed of an ordinary spirit warrior would definitely not be able to dodge the sudden attack launched by the general from a distance of about a meter.

He succeeded and failed. He didn't expect a spirit warrior to have such a fast speed, Lingwu could quickly turn sideways and dodge the fatal head, Zhong Wu had no choice but to hit wherever he could. This also doomed him to death, even if it was only for a moment, the spirit priest could put him to death.

Pitch black night, desolate mountain passes, the night wind howling through the mountain passes. On a rugged mountain road, two people lie in the middle of the road. Lingwu was shot down under a slope in the distance, facing the sky on his back, bleeding from his seven orifices, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

No one knows what is happening here, although it will surely shock the whole of Liangzhou. In one day, the two gods were killed one after another, and they were all real overlords!

Long Weihou died in the midst of thousands of troops, and his death was clear, although it attracted attention, but it was understandable. After all, confronting the Martial Saint, the way of death is still within the understanding of the world. But Longxi Hou, a marquis who had just made a war exploit and killed the god general, died in the wilderness for no apparent reason. Who killed him? Why kill him? How did you kill him? This series of question marks is sure to attract countless curious people. The bizarre nature of the matter is enough for some good people to write a lot of scripts such as "xxx secret history" and "xxx love history".

The glimmer of the sun showed a little red light in the eastern sky, and it was not clear in the distance, but there were about seven or eight people hurrying over from the direction of Fumian City. The men got closer and closer, and soon came to the mountain pass. A man's exclamation came from the originally silent mountain pass: "Come and see, there is a situation here." ”

A few people who were left behind hurriedly ran over, asking as they ran, "What's wrong?" What's wrong? The man who had spoken out earlier squatted down, looked at it carefully for a while, and then turned around and said, "Miss, come and take a look." Two people died here, and something was wrong. ”

Everyone else hurriedly and respectfully stepped out of the way, and a woman in a long white dress with a white scarf on her head stepped out of the crowd. The sky was still dark, and I couldn't see it clearly, but I saw her tall, graceful, and concave and convex. In this hazy morning light, there is a noble and dusty temperament, which makes people feel reverence for holiness.

She came to Long Xihou's corpse, squatted down, and gently lifted some of the veils, revealing a delicate face.

"Huh!" She was also taken aback, stretched out her hand, straightened Long Xihou's belt, and looked at it for a long time before standing up. He walked quickly to the other man and reached out to wipe his nose.

"I've been out of gas for a long time, I guess I've been dead for a while," someone next to him whispered. The young lady nodded and said, "You guys look around and see if there are any other abnormalities." The voice was very gentle and clear, but everyone around him bowed their heads very respectfully and replied, "Yes, Miss." ”

She didn't speak again, just stared at Long Xihou's belt motionlessly, obviously trying to think about something. A figure who had been following her suddenly said, "Miss, this kind of belt is not something that ordinary people can carry, right?" I don't think this person is simple. "Listen to the voice, this is also a woman.

The young lady pondered for a moment, then turned around and responded to her question, "Ziyun, wearing a golden tiger made of pure purple gold on his belt, and a tiger pattern embroidered with gold thread on his chest, this is the costume of the god general." Certainly not ordinary people. ”

"What? God will? Oh my grandma! Such a powerful character! The woman named Ziyun exclaimed, "Who can kill him?" He died so miserably. ”

"How do I know who it is? Am I having a hard time? Those who can shoot arrows and arrows will definitely not be simpler! It's just that in this wilderness, where did the gods come from? Who is he? Who will be the murderer? The young lady was talking to herself.

"Come here, you guys come quickly" someone shouted in the distance: "I found a man here, and there is still air." ”

Everyone rushed over, and the young lady was no exception. Ziyun helped her beside her and said, "Miss, slow down, slow down, the road is not good, don't fall." ”

By the time she approached, someone had straightened the man on the ground. The young lady looked at it and was astonished. I saw that this person was wearing a white robe, embroidered with a cloud-shaped pattern on his chest, and a huge jade pendant hanging from his neck. Blood soaked the jade pendant and robe, and the man's mouth was covered with blood, and blood flowed from his nostrils and ears.

The young lady no longer had the composure she had just now, and saw him quickly take out a handkerchief from his body and gently wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth and face for him.

"Miss, this person is still angry, not dead. It's just that the injury is very serious, I don't know if I can still live? The person next to her obviously saw the solemnity of the young lady and hurriedly reminded her.

"This is a spiritual man," said the young lady softly, "we need to think of saving him." After the blood on her face was wiped dry, she was presented with a well-defined, handsome and tough young face. Although the injury was too serious and dying, it could not hide his dusty temperament.

"Quick, take out my family heirloom elixir. Ziyun, you come to feed him medicine. The young lady instructed as she wiped the blood on the jade pendant with a handkerchief.

"Miss, that's a holy medicine! Only you can use it, how can you use it for someone you don't know? Someone next to me reminded.

"Don't bother, I can do whatever I say, who made you talk too much?" The person who spoke next to him immediately responded: "Yes, miss, the slave should be damned." ”

Ziyun took out a pill about the size of a quail egg and put it to Lingwu's mouth. I saw that she pinched it gently, and the pill became a medicinal powder and fell into Lingwu's mouth, and someone next to her immediately handed over the kettle and slowly soaked it in water.

The young lady squatted in front of Lingwu, constantly playing with the jade pendant on his chest, and a series of questions flashed through her mind. Everyone didn't speak, for fear of interrupting her thinking, these should be people who have followed her for a long time, knowing her habits, which is obviously thinking about something important.

"Quick, come and take a large piece of cloth, put him on it, and take a corner of each of them. Let's continue to walk south, we can't stay here for long," the young lady said suddenly, and she personally reached out to support Lingwu