Without waiting for her to think carefully, soon, the second batch of arrows rained down, and dozens of feathered arrows composed of pure spiritual power attacked from all directions.

An Jingbai quickly put the tent away, just covering everyone in it.

Then came the third and fourth batches of arrows, with no specific goal, just like to consume their spiritual power.

The tent gradually became untenable, and it became damaged, up to two rounds, which must have caused irreversible damage.

An Jingbai pinched the last moment, put away the tent, and the four of them were exposed to the swamp again.

An Jiayi's nose fluttered: "It smells." ”

The very shallow coma powder hit the qi cultivation disciples of other peaks with one blow, and it was a little bit worse for the disciples of Wansheng Peak.

She was thinking like this, but she was never able to filter the coma powder out of her body.

On the contrary, the medicinal powder seemed to have taken root, clinging to her spiritual power, and the operation of her spiritual power was jerky and stiff. How so?

Others are also aware of anomalies in their bodies.

An Jingbai: "It's not good, this poison is different!" ”

At this moment, a strange sound of breaking the sky came from the darkness, but it did not look like an arrow.

"Woohoo!!"

"Ah!!h

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck, and An Jinglan screamed uncontrollably.

A small bird of illegible color flew from nowhere, and went straight to his left hand, which was not protected by his vestment.

The bird's beak was sharp, piercing the palm of his hand through and passing it through directly. The kiss is buried in the wound and stirred and torn, enlarging the wound and sobbing the mouth.

An Jingbai supported the disobedient Ling Li and stepped forward and held down his moving body. An Jia also took action, pulled out the bird with his bare hands, pulled out a sharp knife, and wiped it the bird's neck.

Although her spiritual power was abnormal, she was extremely fast at changing knives. In just an instant, the bird's blood burst out, and its feathers twitched with the bird's body, obviously about to die.

The monk in the forest suddenly palpitated, his soul was in severe pain, the rain of arrows in the air stagnated for a moment, and the spiritual arrows turned into misty spiritual power and disappeared into the air.

The corpse of the little bird was held in An Jiayi's hand, and a red mist was dissolved from it, which unreasonably burrowed into the meridians in An Jiayi's arm, ignoring her many obstacles with all her might, and happily climbed upward, invading An Jiayi's sea of knowledge.

In an instant, there was a riotous red in the sea of knowledge, An Jiayi's desire to fight was abnormally high, and the knife in his hand was raised high, straight into the back of An Jingbai's heart beside him.

An Jingbai was half-kneeling on the ground, handing over his back to An Jiayi with confidence, and taking the fallen An Jinglan into his arms.

An Jiayi's eyeballs burst out, the blood on them cracked, and the person and the knife trembled violently.

The knife stopped two inches behind An Jingbai.

Her body fell silently, and the sound of flesh colliding with the ground was masked in An Jinglan's non-stop voice at this time.

"Ahh

An Jinglan's hands were dripping with blood, and the flesh and blood were blurred. The pain of his palm being pierced was heartbreaking, and he couldn't help but gasp in pain.

The volume is average, but the frequency is high.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the enemy hidden in the shadows quietly attacked, and the real body flashed through the forest, and in a moment it was close to the two siblings.

The enemy in a night suit snatched An Jinglan, who was almost demented, from An Jingbai's arms, and raised his sword with his backhand to slash at Ji Xuan, who had a faint sign of collapse, and took her life for granted.

In the middle of the night when the five fingers were missing, the female cultivator in the place where the sword blade fell suddenly opened her eyes, and her sharp eyes were illuminated by the reflection of the silver-white sword, how could she look like her spiritual power was unstable.

Nocturnal Monk: !!

Ji Xuan wanted to smile at him kindly, but he couldn't laugh, and there was only a condensation on his face.

The spiritual power received the impact of the upgrade, and the influence of the toxin was weakened by half, but there was still half of the remaining strength.

Damn it! The sluggish spiritual power does everything half a beat slower.

Ji Xuan leaned back to dodge the sword, and the dagger in her hand stabbed at the enemy in front of her who was closest to her weakness.

I'm sorry, but my heart is slightly higher, and the next three roads are closer.

The dagger, which condensed all the spiritual power that could be condensed, directly pierced the night robe embroidered with the magic circle, and accurately pierced between the two strands of the male cultivator.

Blood flowed down the vestments.

"Ahh!!h

There is one more screaming chicken in the swamp, and the character of the male cultivator of the cold-faced killer is broken, but the remaining reason still remembers not to shout loudly and attract dangerous beasts.

Under such circumstances, he even had the perseverance to snatch An Jinglan away and hobbled into the forest.

As soon as he called, he attracted An Jinglan's attention. In contrast, An Jinglan sobered up a little, and finally remembered her sister's anxious voice, and realized that she was a monk who was good at healing, and she was not poisoned.

An Jinglan condensed the healing technique in her hand, covering it directly on top of the wound. Although he couldn't grow the flesh back, he successfully stopped the bleeding and relieved the pain, and he felt a lot better.

The Nightwalk Friar bowed his head sharply.

"Heal me." The Nightwalk Friar brutally threw An Jinglan between the roots of the tree and the water, and the muddy water stained An Jinglan's beautiful black hair.

The Nightwalk Monk crossed his sword against An Jinglan's throat and leaned forward slightly, "Hurry up, or I want you to feel better." ”

The red blood flowed down An Jinglan's neck, and he shook his hand to pull out a healing technique, and sent it to the night monk under the pelvis, in the thigh, where the bleeding was broken.

An Jinglan was not a complete straw bag after all, and his heart collapsed: it was over, it was broken, it was hopeless, and his healing technique was not enough.

What's the matter, didn't you just say that you could just take him away? Does this man know that they are in a group?

The pain stopped, and the Nightwalk slowly withdrew his hand.

In this work, the other people's requirements are "to kill as much as possible", only this one is beautiful, and the above wants this person, but cannot hurt this person.

What does a monk do when he looks so good? I can't fight, my face is good, and there may be some perverted stories in it.

If he really becomes the forbidden side of any big guy another day, it will be enough for him.

An Jinglan's technique was so good that the Nightwalker only noticed that the pain in his lower body had stopped, but he had not yet realized that his life had been broken, and there was still leisure and malicious speculation.

In the night, above the heads of the two of them, two blue-black butterflies flapped their wings, sending out information that they had not noticed at all.

In situ, Ji Xuan incentivized.

"Running away, at the junction of the outer and middle layers." She frowned, "Only the position, the others can't detect it." ”

"Thank you." An Jingbai also released the tattered tent of the defensive circle to block the sudden rain in the swamp.

The space inside the tent was adjusted by her, and the common area became much larger.

An Jia was also placed on the bed in the corner, and Ji Xuan reached out to probe her forehead, still with a high fever.

"The second senior sister has not been able to wake up, how can this be good."