What erupted in the absolute death situation was the absolute idea of survival, at the moment when the blade fell, Saburo's brain instantly became extremely clear and calm, he suddenly seemed to have stepped into his own world, and all the scenes were simulated in his mind, just like a frame by frame play, it was so slow!

At this moment of life and death, maybe a few hundredths of a second, a thousandth of a second, San Lang moved.

It's not so much a reaction as a prediction.

The phantom step moved instantly, feeling the coldness of the blade cutting through his body, Saburo narrowly avoided the fatal blow, but the sword qi condensed by the long knife still smashed firmly on Saburo's back.

The back armor was instantly chopped up, a huge wound slanted across the entire back, and the muscles and veins in the body were even more messy, and a mouthful of blood in Saburo's chest could no longer be suppressed.

Looking at the figure in front of him that was like smoke dissipating, Zhang Pan's expression, which was bound to win, suddenly froze, looked up and scanned, and soon found San Lang a few feet away.

His situation is not very good, at this distance, it seems that as long as he works harder and makes up for it, he can easily kill him, but Zhang Pan, who was still murderous just now, dispelled this idea in an instant, he knew that if the sneak attack failed, he had already lost the opportunity.

"Next, it's time to get ready to escape. Staring at San Lang fiercely, Zhang Pan sighed secretly, carefully designed, the original knife was dodged by San Lang, and now, San Lang has reacted, although he is seriously injured, but there is no chance to kill him.

After all, how could there be no power behind such a proud son of heaven? How could he have no means to save his life when he came to such a place? Even the inexplicable luck was on his side!

"Thief, take your life!"

Just when Zhang Pan was about to retreat, a dark golden figure full of anger and murderous intent had already struck like lightning, and in the next second, the storm-like offensive was overwhelmingly vented.

Zhang Pan, who was still feeling sorry for not being able to kill San Lang, was inevitably shocked by this powerful attack, but in the next second, the heart honed by years of walking on the edge of life and death quickly calmed him down.

"Bell!"

A knife split the spear that stabbed straight from the front, feeling the dark energy surging like a tide, Zhang Pan's arms were slightly numb: "Wanghou Realm!"

Looking at the young and unspoken face in front of him, Zhang Pan's heart suddenly sank, what kind of monster is this?

And at this moment, the other party stabbed over with another shot, and then another shot, another shot, one move after another, like a river.

In just a few breaths, Zhang Pan, who was shrouded in layers of gun shadows, completely lost his rhythm, and had to hastily parry one move from east to west.

"Die!"

After dozens of battles, the person who came grabbed a flaw in Zhang Pan, stabbed out with a spear in his hand, pierced Zhang Pan's chest fiercely, and kicked again, Zhang Pan, who had lost his vitality, flew out upside down like a ball, and fell straight into the distance.

The person who came didn't look at him much, and hurriedly ran straight to San Lang on the side.

"Goshawk!"

Looking at San Lang, who was lying in the arms of Yi Jiu Saburo, with a pale face and had already fallen into a coma, Da Lang was in a hurry: "Come quickly, save people!"

At this time, the people who came out of Mocheng didn't care about clearing out the spirit beasts that were scattered in all directions, so they surrounded them one after another, and ran straight to the city with San Lang with their hands and feet.

Not long after, before it was completely quiet, the north gate of Mocheng sounded again with a sound of hooves like running thunder, but it was the nearby Hachichiro who saw the signal here, and they led the team to support.

......

"How's the goshawk?"

As soon as they came, they heard the news that San Lang was seriously injured and dying, and Ichihachiro and others rushed all the way into San Lang's yard, looking at San Lang lying on the bed, looking at the hideous wound, and several people suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.

Hearing Ichihachiro's inquiry, Ersanlinglang and several other alchemists looked ashamed and helpless, so they had to look at Guo Lao, who was treating Saburo next to the bed.

About a quarter of an hour later, just when the anxious Da Lang wanted to open his mouth and urge again, Guo Lao finally withdrew his hand.

"How's that?" Seeing this, Da Lang asked busily.

Guo Lao let out a long sigh: "Cangtun Chang's injury is too serious, that knife has already injured his spine, and the old man can only use pills to protect his life, but he can't help the injury." ”

"What do you mean?"

"In the future, I am afraid that the actions under the long waist of Cangtun will be affected......"

"What are you talking about?" Hearing this, Da Lang suddenly became anxious, although what Guo Lao said was very vague, but Da Lang still guessed a certain possibility.

"The ability of the old decay is limited, if you can invite an alchemist above the eighth grade now, there may be a turnaround, but if it drags on any longer, alas, ......"

Hearing Guo Lao's words, Da Lang, who was originally irritable and panicked, quickly calmed down, and then without saying a word, he turned over and took out a blood spirit bead and crushed it directly.

"Buzz ......"

In an instant, an extremely strong energy fluctuation gushed out, and a layer of energy shield that rapidly expanded from Da Lang's side instantly enveloped the entire courtyard.

But Da Lang didn't care about this, they were just anxiously waiting for something.

At the same time, in the depths of the Tianmu Mountain Range, where the handsome banner of the Heavenly Lion Legion stood, Xiong Tianyan, who was drinking tea and chatting with Xiong Batian and others, suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong?"

On the side, Xiong Tianqin asked when he saw this.

Da Lang crushed a blood spirit bead. ”

"Oh?"

Hearing this, several people were slightly shocked, but they didn't expect that it was Da Lang who was the first to use the blood spirit bead, and they just wanted to call someone to deal with it casually, but another news came over: San Lang was seriously injured and dying!

Suddenly, several people were not so calm.

"Di Miao!"

"The disciple is here!" Hearing this, a man in his prime strode outside the tent.

"You can deal with this matter!" Seeing the person coming, Xiong Tianyan didn't say anything, just threw a jade slip over.

Taking the jade slip and quickly scanning the information inside, Di Miao hugged his fists and responded to a promise, then turned around and left directly.

Speaking of Da Lang's side, after crushing the blood spirit bead, Da Lang and the others could no longer sit still and turned in circles, and looked outside from time to time, every minute and second seemed so long.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

After waiting for a while, and then looking outside, Da Lang couldn't help but secretly anxiously said.

Before the words in his heart fell, a hole several meters long opened in the small courtyard, and then, a figure rushed out of it, and the thick energy shield was like a void in front of him, and when Da Lang and the others reacted, that person had already come to the front.

"Dilong has seen the ancestor!" Seeing the person who came, a portrait instantly appeared in Da Lang's mind, and then he hurriedly saluted respectfully: "Please also ask the ancestor to take action and save my brother!"

When Di Miao heard this, he glanced at Da Lang slightly, looked at San Lang again, and then said lightly: "Let's go out." ”

Hearing this, Da Lang paused slightly, and finally took the lead out of the room, leaving only Di Miao alone to heal San Lang.

Time passed minute by minute, about an hour later, Di Miao opened the door again, seeing this, the people who were waiting anxiously outside hurriedly surrounded them, although they did not ask, but the anxious look already showed everything.

"Don't worry, I have already used medicine to make up for his physical injury, and he only needs to rest for another half a month to heal. ”

Hearing this, the faces of the people gathered at the door suddenly became happy, but the joy had not yet fully unfolded, but they heard Di Miao's tone change suddenly: "However, he still has a problem, and I can't do anything about it." ”

Looking at Da Lang's surprised, puzzled and anxious eyes, Di Miao also sighed slightly: "He seems to be trapped in his inner demon!"

Hearing this answer, even Da Lang's pupils shrank.

"How...... How so?"

Looking at the people who had lost their minds for a while, Di Miao couldn't find any relief, this kind of thing could only rely on himself, no matter how strong others were, they couldn't do anything.

Called Da Lang, as the ancestor of the family, he instructed him to do some things, and left some prescriptions and medicines for San Lang to recuperate in the later stage, and then, everything was settled, Di Miao did not stay longer, and left suddenly, leaving only Da Lang and others to look at the house for a while.

After being trapped in the demons, if you can break out of the catastrophe, it will naturally be a great joy, but what if you can't?

Either San Lang will be in a slump from then on and become a waste, or he will be overly extreme, and then step by step towards the abyss in his heart!

No one can say for sure.