Just when Zhang Yi fell to the ground, Ling'er and Zhang Xin'er had already rushed to Zhang Yi's side, and the reason why they didn't come over to help Zhang Yi before was because everything happened too fast, and it was too late to help.

Seeing Zhang Yi's miserable appearance, Zhang Xin'er was completely panicked, and she didn't know what to do at all, just stayed there and watched Zhang Yi's big tears flow out and drip on Zhang Yi's body.

Although Ling'er's eyes were also swirling with tears, she didn't cry. Take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down. Then he said to Zhang Xin'er: "Xin'er, don't cry first, or Zhang Yi is the only one who can help me, can you help me?" Ling'er looked at Zhang Xin'er with pleading eyes.

As soon as Zhang Xin'er heard that Zhang Yi was still saved, she immediately wiped her tears and turned around vigorously at Ling'er.

Seeing that Zhang Xin'er hadn't panicked to the point that the six gods had no owner, Ling'er was also relieved in her heart, and she was completely sure to cure Zhang Yi with Zhang Xin'er's help. So he said to Zhang Xin'er: "Xin'er, I want you to pull out this knife in a while, and then I will seal Zhang Yi's wound with fighting spirit." This will stop the bleeding for him, can you do it?"

Zhang Xin'er looked at the long knife deeply embedded in Zhang Yi's shoulder, and couldn't help but hesitate in her heart. Although Zhang Xin'er always shouts and kills, she has never killed a chicken since she was a child. I was already a little stupid to see such a bloody scene today, and now looking at the huge wound on Zhang Yi's shoulder at such a close distance, it was already good that she didn't faint. If she was asked to draw a knife for Zhang Yi, she wouldn't be able to do it anyway.

Seeing Zhang Xin'er's hesitation, Ling'er said anxiously: "Don't hesitate, Zhang Yi is running out of time, if you don't stop the bleeding for him, at the current bleeding rate, he will die of excessive blood loss in less than a minute." Hurry up, Xin'er, I beg you!"

Although Zhang Xin'er knew that she had to do this now, she was so scared that she couldn't control her trembling hands at all, she desperately told herself not to be afraid, to save Zhang Yi...... To save Zhang Yi...... After reciting it silently several times, Zhang Xin'er finally felt a lot more settled, glanced at Ling'er, and after receiving Ling'er's encouraging eyes, she took a deep breath again, nodded at Ling'er, and signaled that she was ready.

Ling'er took a deep breath again and said softly, "Let's start!"

After receiving Ling'er's order, Zhang Xin'er tightly grasped the handle of the Golden Tiger Blade with both hands, hesitated slightly for a moment, and then suddenly exerted force, and the Golden Tiger Blade was pulled off Zhang Yi's shoulder by her. Ling'er also sealed Zhang Yi's wound with his fighting spirit at the moment when the golden tiger blade was pulled out, and Zhang Yi didn't shed a little more blood during the whole process, which shows how hard Ling'er is.

Seeing that Zhang Yi's wound had been successfully sealed, Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief, and then used a handkerchief to help Zhang Yi carefully wipe the dirty blood on his face.

Zhang Xin'er sat on the side, gasping for breath, as if pulling out the Golden Tiger Blade from Zhang Yi had exhausted all her strength. Looking at the golden tiger blade that was pulled off by her, she couldn't help but feel a little complacent, and felt that she was very brave.

It may be that Zhang Xin'er has already panted evenly, and leaned over to take a closer look at Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi's face is still pale, but there is no painful expression. Ling'er was carefully examining Zhang Yi's injuries, and apart from the knife wound caused by the Golden Tiger Blade, Zhang Yi had no other wounds on his body.

Seeing that Zhang Yi was no longer bleeding, Zhang Xin'er breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at the wound that almost cut off Zhang Yi's shoulder, Zhang Xin'er's heart twitched fiercely. Worriedly asked Ling'er: "Ling'er, Zhang Yi will be fine, the injury on his shoulder ......"

Speaking of this, Zhang Xin'er was a little afraid to ask, she was really worried that Zhang Yi would lose her entire left arm because of the injury on her shoulder, in that case, it would have a bad impact on Zhang Yi's cultivation path, and she might not be able to fight God in this life.

Ling'er knew what Zhang Xin'er was worried about, so she comforted: "Don't worry, Zhang Yi will be fine." This kind of injury is fatal enough for ordinary people, but although an injury like a person like us who cultivates Dou Qi is very serious, it will not be dangerous, as long as Zhang Yi is given a period of rest, he will recover as before. ”

Knowing that Zhang Yi would not be left disabled, Zhang Xin'er was not so worried. Then he asked Ling'er again: "Then what can I help you do now?"

Ling'er said: "Zhang Yi's fighting qi has the existence of fire attributes, and I can't stop the bleeding for too long if I use the fighting qi of the water attribute to stop him, otherwise a bad one will aggravate Zizheng's injuries because of the fighting spirit." We're going to find some herbs and gauze to bandage Zizheng, and you can ask those two people if they have any. ”

"No problem!"

Zhang Xin'er agreed very simply, and turned around to go to the two people to ask for medicine. As a result, when they turned around, there were still shadows of those two people, and they had already run away when they rescued Zhang Yi. Zhang Xin'er scolded angrily.

"Two ungrateful things, the next time the old lady sees you, you must look good. ......”

Hearing Zhang Xin'er's angry scolding, Ling'er also looked back, and the two people of the Jing family said goodbye without saying goodbye, which also made her very angry. But now Zhang Yi is important, since he can't count on them, he has to find another way. So he said to Zhang Xin'er: "Okay Xin'er, it's useless to be angry, you look at Zizheng and I will go find some herbs and come back." ”

Handed Zhang Yi over to Zhang Xin'er's care, Ling'er quickly went into the depths of the woods, looking for herbs to treat Zhang Yi.

Just when the second daughter was busy with Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi was wandering leisurely in another world.

"Hell is like this, it's too broken. I didn't say anything, I couldn't even see a figure, eh...... It should be said that it is a ghost. ”

At this time, Zhang Yi was in a world composed entirely of red, and Zhang Yi had turned this world several times, and there was nothing but a giant sword that reached the sky. Just when Zhang Yi was bored in this world, a somewhat muffled voice sounded.

"You're finally here, boy!" the voice seemed to come from all directions, and it was impossible to tell where the sound was coming from.

Hearing someone speak, Zhang Yi's attention was immediately attracted. And listening to the meaning of what he said, he seemed to know himself, Zhang Yi meditated hard, but he still couldn't remember that any of the people he knew were short-lived ghosts, who died earlier than himself, and came to this ghost place in advance.

Since I couldn't think of it, I simply asked him. So Zhang Yi asked: "Who are you, how did you know me, how did you die, died so early?"

For Zhang Yi's unabashedly questioning, the voice was not angry, but a little sad.

"I died very early, and I can't remember how many years it was. But it's okay, I finally waited for you to come. ”

Zhang Yi was very surprised, what kind of situation is this, people who have been dead for I don't know how many years have been waiting for me in hell, is this the fate of the legendary entanglement for several lifetimes. But listening to the voice is a man, it shouldn't be my enemy in my previous life!

Just when Zhang Yi was thinking wildly, the red light on the heavenly giant sword flickered slightly, and a figure condensed in that red light.

When the red light disappeared, Zhang Yi saw a tall middle-aged man with a face like a knife. He just stood there quietly, but it gave Zhang Yi a feeling that he was the center of the whole world. Everything was so small in front of him, and Zhang Yi couldn't help but feel ashamed.

The middle-aged man's figure flashed slightly, and he had already come to Zhang Yi, and he tried to reconcile for a long time before putting on an expression that he thought was kind, and then he said to Zhang Yi in a very stiff tone: "Your name is Zhang Yi, right, I am the Spirit of the Blood Sword, you can also call me the Blood Sword Fighting Demon." ”