The powerful being in the white mist smiled slightly, and said, "You can try it and you will know the way?"

"Uncle, you want to kill me. Bu Li struggled in Da Hei's arms for a while, and he also knew that the time was not waiting for me, and if he couldn't nail this person here after a series of battles, he was afraid that countless changes would occur. The things that fall short will not be done, and those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety, and Si is reasonable. However, in his current state, can he really do it? I don't know how to do it, but even if I can't, I can't die in Da Hei's arms, and I have to die on the way to kill that guy.

If it's a little fairy...... If you're dead, you're dead, and there's nothing to regret about it. Buli thought so, and felt a slight regret in his heart.

After struggling for a while, he had almost no strength in his body. Bu Li's face was pale, and he stood up firmly and persistently with the help of the big black body. The light of self-healing is still flashing in the lower abdomen and the left ankle, and the ankle injury is recovering quickly, but the lower abdomen is not improving at all.

Clenched his teeth, his messy long hair scattered on his shoulders, and his upper body was naked, and the tattoos of the carved beast came to life on his body, and with every movement of his movements, his muscles trembled, and the carved beast seemed to come to life.

"Bu Li, are you okay?" Da Hei didn't dare to move, at this time Bu Li was already extremely weak, as if a gust of wind could blow Bu Li down.

All with one breath to support the step, Dahei Zhilu said. But I still couldn't help but ask, no, let's not hold on, let's recuperate first. Buli's injuries at this time were so serious that Da Hei couldn't stand it, and every time he took a step, Da Hei felt pain for Bu Li.

Step off the masseter muscles on either side of the cheek and bulge high. The teeth have almost been crushed. Every movement hurts like a thousand cuts, and the strength of the whole body doesn't seem to be enough to support your body.

"Of course. Buli said. Words out. Even Bu Li was stunned, and his voice was hoarse and low. It doesn't seem like I'm talking about it.

What an unfamiliar voice, with a bloody and murderous aura, awe-inspiring like a blade.

Da Hei was stunned and watched Buli stand up, watched Zhang Xitong come over timidly like a little rabbit, looked at the cruel face on the cliff, and felt that he had a nightmare, but he didn't know when he would wake up from this nightmare.

With one foot on the ground, Buli was very confused, how did he get to the cliff?

The situation couldn't be simpler. The powerful presence in the white mist sustained the lotus flower, making it impossible for the black soul to escape. The only thing that could cause damage to that soul was the sharp knife in his hand, except for himself and the powerful existence in the white mist, I am afraid that no one could use the strength of the sharp knife. But I ...... How do you get there?

Tentatively taking a step forward, the white bone on the left ankle that was scratched by "Bai Liang" had not completely healed itself, and there was a crisp "click", and the broken end of the bone stubble poked into the flesh and blood. Half of the intestines that flowed out of the lower abdomen also stumbled, and the steps staggered forward, falling directly to the dark red ground.

The long hair that walked away flew as he fell. It's like a small black flower blooming at this moment.

Zhang Xitong ran two steps quickly, caught Bu Li's body, looked at Bu Li's face, and before he could speak, two lines of tears fell.

"Not dead yet. Don't cry. Bu Li lay in Zhang Xitong's arms and said softly. Although Bu Li did not have the gentleness of relying on the red and green in his heart, he also lacked a little bit of the heroism of Jin Ge Iron Horse. The image in my mind is like the picture before the end of the movie, when the actor is about to die.

Master, I just don't die. What can you do to me?!

Zhang Xitong nodded in a panic, when he heard Bu Li say the word "death". A heart feels like it's been broken. The crystal clear tears were like pearls, flying around with Zhang Xitong's nod.

Whose tears are flying~~ Bu Li thought in his heart, slowly stretched out his hand, and raised his trembling left hand with difficulty.

Zhang Xitong didn't know what to do, so he shook his right hand. Feeling the coldness of Zhang Xitong's little hand, Bu Li smiled and continued to raise his hand, slowly stretched it out to Zhang Xitong's cheek, gently wiped away the tears hanging on Zhang Xitong's eyelashes, and whispered, "Help me." ”

After speaking, Bu Li's left hand fell weakly on Zhang Xitong's shoulder. The weight of half of his body slowly fell on Zhang Xitong's shoulders, leaning on his thin shoulders to prop up his body.

Help him? He's hurt like this, what else do you want to do? Zhang Xitong doesn't know what Lu Dao Buli is going to do, isn't it the most important thing to heal at this time? At this time, Zhang Xitong only hates that he is not a soul healer, and he can't help Buli heal.

With the help of Zhang Xitong's willow shoulders, Buli adjusted his body. Feeling the elasticity of Zhang Xitong's soft carcass, Bu Li secretly felt guilty in his heart. When the hell is this, how can I still have the heart to think about this? I can't die like this.

Snuggled in Zhang Xitong's arms, the sharp knife was in his mouth, and he grabbed the white and blue intestines that flowed out of his lower abdomen with both hands, punched a few knots, and stuffed them back into his lower abdomen.

Damn, the bloody battle in the previous life was not like this...... Step away and distract yourself hard, or you will faint in pain the next moment.

Women, very beautiful women, men, very strong men. These elements are all there, how did the gut war become like this?

Bu Li smiled, fantasizing about those inappropriate pictures for children, took the sharp knife from his mouth, and stood up from Zhang Xitong's arms again.

Zhang Xitong's hand stretched forward slightly, trying to hold Bu Li, but it was frozen in mid-air.

Seriously injured, to the extent that he can no longer be injured, what is this young man of the Xishan remnant clan still insisting on? The left ankle was shattered, and after walking a little just now, the broken bones were broken again, although the light of self-healing has been bright, but under the toss of Bu Li, he can only stop the bleeding, and he can't do more.

Bloody battle, and then he'll die. The appearance of the old vines engraved on the upper back of the fine red is vivid, and every time the muscles move away from the tense steps, it seems that a gust of wind blows, blowing up the old vines coiled on the trees, blowing the dusty hearts for a long time, and blowing the sad past in the years.

Looking at the back of Bu Li, Zhang Xitong's eyes were hazy with tears, and the whole person lost his strength. It was as if the pain in Bu Li's body was inflicted on his body, and just standing alone made Zhang Xitong unbearable, and he wanted to stand up and help Bu Li, but he couldn't do it anyway.

"Hey, what's your name?" Bu Li asked with a smile as he looked at the face on the cliff, holding a sharp knife in his right hand. There was a lingering bloody murderous aura in the words, and the ferocity was overflowing.

An ordinary greeting that can't be more ordinary, like the two of them meeting by chance on the street, Buli said something casually, not polite, but it seemed a little kind. It's just that this kindness looks so gloomy against the backdrop of the serious injury of the step away and the grimace of the cliff.

"You're reluctant. Grimace didn't answer Bu Li's question, but looked at the seriously injured Bu Li and said.

"It's true, it's all painful all over, and even taking a step hurts to the bones. Buli still had a smile on his face, his right foot supported his body, and his left foot was not raised, making a mark on the dark red ground, and he "walked" forward.

This step hurts to the bone marrow, but the smile on Bu Li's face has not changed, as if it is a soul array engraved on the rock, no matter what happens, it will not change.

The grimace on the cliff looked at Bu Li in disbelief, and said dumbly: "You are doing this, you are doing a lot of harm to yourself." There is no contradiction between us that cannot be resolved, just say whatever you want, as long as I can do it. ”

Bu Li's pale, bloodless face was covered with an unhealthy flush, the corners of his forehead were bruised, and he looked at the grimace on the cliff, his left foot supporting the weight of his body, and his right foot generally swiped on the ground, "walking" forward.

"It's convenient to be with people, it's convenient for yourself. Grimace looked at the sharp knife in Bu Li's hand, looked at the lotus flower blooming in mid-air, and saw that Bu Li was so ruthless and resolute, and soon he was enveloped in a kind of despair. In desperation, he is still persuading him to leave, and language is sometimes a weapon to dissuade him from parting and fighting hard. At the very least, we must resolve a little bit of Buli's insistence, maybe in the next moment, Buli will fall down because of his words and never get up again.

"What I want, I can't afford it. Bu Li's black hair covered his eyes, and through the black hair, Bu Li looked at the grimace on the cliff, and there was a faint sonorous sound of a sword in his words.

"You haven't said it yet, how do you know that I can't afford it?" Although Grimace felt the ruthlessness in Bu Li's words, he still had a glimmer of life, did not give up, and continued to persuade.

"Don't talk nonsense. There were two deep scratches left behind him, one slightly shallow, with occasional broken bones and scattered flesh. One was slightly deeper, like a sword scratching the ground.

The dark red fragments of the plane were silent, and the rustle of the feet on the ground like frost swords was harsh. Dragging the stump of his body, I don't know what kind of force Lu Dao is supporting him in the body without falling.

Kamito Feng looked at the steps in the deep pit, and his mood was complicated to the extreme. In the Ancestral Desolate God Sect, when he had just learned that he was leaving, Kamitokaze, like everyone else, thought that it was just a young man with good luck, and that was it. But the more he came into contact with Buli, the more he felt that he couldn't see this young man clearly.

In the "Three Wars", the three princes of the Blood Evil Sect defeated the three sons of the Blood Evil Sect at all, and did not give the three sons of the Blood Evil Sect a chance to admit defeat and beg for mercy at all. But this battle, the impression left on the wind is the mighty and domineering spirit of the shadows and the stinginess that must be repaid when they leave the eyes.

Since then, news of the departure has come one after another. Shanghu Feng was told by the old grandmother of the Ancestral Desolate God Sect that he would follow Hu Wu for a period of time, and then he would go to Canglan Academy. In the future, I will have contact with this young man of the Xishan Relic Clan? Kamito Feng would not refuse the arrangement of the old grandmother of the Ancestral Desolate God Sect, but he still felt a little awkward in his heart. When I came into contact with that kid, I didn't feel right. (To be continued......)