"If that's why you're failing, it's obviously not enough. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" the masked man said coldly.

The left wing's face changed and said: "Is it because the information you provided is wrong, and you can blame me for the failure?"

"Hey, hey. If you don't understand it, even if you succeed. Do you think I'm going to let you go?" said the masked man, seemingly pleased with his decision.

The left wing protected Luo Chan and took a step back and said, "In this way, what you promised us to let us enter the Spirit Gate is also fake?"

"That's right. It's a pity that the dead can't join the Dongchuan Spirit Gate, otherwise I might send you there. ”

Step by step, the masked man stepped forward.

The left wing only felt a mountain on his shoulder, as if he was about to crush himself into powder.

"Cicada run!" the left wing suddenly clenched his hands into fists and struck at the masked man's chest in front of him.

Luo Chan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly ran towards the woods behind.

The masked man, just by tilting his body, threw his left wing into the air and fell to the ground.

The masked man glanced at the left flank and said, "I'm stupid to put my hope in the two of you waste. ”

"Binding!" an earthy yellow light lit up on the masked man's waist.

I saw that the left wing clenched his sword fingers with both hands, and his face was extremely pale.

I'm afraid this is the only spiritual skill with a little combat ability that he can perform in addition to healing spiritual skills.

The masked man snorted coldly, and his body moved slightly, and the all-earthy yellow light shattered.

"Wow!" the left wing spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face was extremely ugly.

"Rubbish!" the masked man snorted coldly, took three steps and made two steps, and after a few steps, he came behind Luo Chan, and turned a big hand towards Luo Chan's shoulder.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a thud at his feet, and when he looked again, it was the left wing hugging his thigh.

The masked man's thigh stomped the ground, only to hear the ground shake a few times.

The weak body of the left wing shook the ground a few times like a piece of tissue paper, and spat out a mouthful of blood again.

Despite this, the left wing hugged the masked man's thigh tightly and performed a healing spell on himself with a flick of his fingers.

After a pale green glow, the left wing's complexion looked a little better, but it was short-lived, and it returned to a pale color again.

There was time for the left wing to delay, and Luo Chan ran forward for more than a dozen feet.

Suddenly, I heard a muffled sound behind me.

As if struck by lightning, Luo Chan stopped to look, only to see that the body on the left wing was sliding down from an ancient tree.

The rough and ravine-lined trunk of the ancient tree left a long trail of blood that spread to the side of the left wing below.

"Cousin!" Luo Chan said in a lost voice, and when he said this, he turned around and was about to run to the left flank.

Suddenly, at this moment, I only heard the hoarse voice of the left wing: "Cicada, don't come here." Quick, run, I won't forgive you if you have to come. ”

Luo Chan was stunned, tears gushing out.

"Hahahaha. The masked man clapped his hands and walked up to Luo Chan and said with a smile: "What a brother and sister."

It's a pity that the person you met was me!" As he spoke, the masked man raised his palm and waved it slightly, like a death scythe that harvested life, and slashed towards Luo Cicada's snow-white neck.

Burst!

A soft bang!

The crimson blood, like a bewitching flower, blooms silently in the dark and cold night.

Luo Chan stood there dumbfounded, looking at everything in front of him.

Big tears fell like beads with broken threads.

In front of her was a figure, weak but standing in the way of a mountain.

The left wing slowly turned his head, smiled miserably, and reached out to wipe the tears from Luo Chan's eyes with a trembling hand.

But somehow, the cicada's tears seemed to be unstoppable, just wiped them down, and flowed down again.

"Don't cry. I'm fine!" said the left-wing astringently.

"Cousin, cousin. Luo Chan cried, but his gaze fell on the left side of the left wing's chest, which was the palm of the masked man's hand straight into his wrist and deeply inserted into his heart.

"Humph!" the masked man snorted coldly and pulled out his palm.

A huge hole in the left wing's chest appeared, and blood spurted wildly.

In a hurry, Luo Chan's face burst out with more than a dozen pale green rays.

On weekdays, he tried all kinds of healing skills, but when he fell on the left wing, he didn't react at all.

Helplessly, Luo Chan stretched out his little hand to cover the wound on his left chest.

I don't know if it's because her hands are too small, or because the wound is too big.

The blood was always coming out of her fingers.

"Cousin, hold on, you'll be fine. Luo Chan said urgently.

"Hey, hey, don't worry! You two will hit the road together. The masked man shook the blood off his hand, and his cold voice was like that of nine ghosts.

The body of the left wing fell weakly, and Luo Chan supported him and squatted on the ground.

She didn't seem to hear the masked man's words, and her attention was focused on the left wing.

The masked man looked at the crouching Luo Cicada, and the blood-stained palm was raised again.

At this moment, a cold drink broke through the air.

"Stop!"

Before the words fell, a sharp roar sounded that seemed to be nothing.

The masked man was startled, and suddenly realized that a qi machine was firmly locked on him.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from the heart.

The masked man looked up and saw that there was a transparent hole in the palm of his raised hand.

But he saw a figure, as if flying.

A hint of fierceness flashed in the masked man's eyes, but he suddenly felt the return of the locked qi, which made him feel a kind of fear from the bottom of his heart.

I saw him reach out and take out something from his bosom and throw it hard.

When a cloud of gray-white smoke rose, the masked man disappeared.

The Burning Sun Divine Bow, which had already been pulled apart by Wuchen, suddenly had a feeling of suddenly losing its goal.

Wuchen had no choice but to put away the divine bow and come to Luo Chan.

"Brother Wuchen, save your cousin. Please, please. Luo Chan grabbed Wuchen's arm and pleaded.

Wuchen looked at Luo Chan's blood-stained hand, and then at the wound on his left chest.

The chest cavity of the left wing was smashed with the palm of his hand, and even if the Da Luo Immortal came, it couldn't save his life.

"Wu, black dust. I'm sorry!" the left wing said intermittently and humbly.

"Left, don't talk yet. If there's anything, I'll talk about it until you're well. Wuchen said with relief.

The left wing shook his head and said: "You don't have to lie to me, I, my own body, I know it myself."

I'm sorry to you, because I, the left, really owe it to you.

You saved me and Luo Chan, but I want to harm you. Ahem, ahem!"

The left wing coughed violently, and the blood in his chest became more intense as he coughed.

"It's all in the past. You don't have to take it personally.

It's all my fault, if I don't let you go.

Maybe none of this will happen. ”

Wuchen blamed himself.

(To be continued.) )