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The sharp swords like meteors in the sky exploded in unison, and the cold sword qi slashed towards the huge flame whirlwind that Wen Xiang had turned into from all directions.

Because there were more than 500 injured people lying not far behind him who had only been stabilized, Wen Xiang couldn't hide at all, so he could only do his best to urge his fire attribute Yuan Force to cast the Flame Spiral Great Burning Slash, desperately waving the huge scythe in his hand to resist.

Thundered!

A loud noise came out one after another, and the huge flame whirlwind was swept away by the exploding sword qi, and with each vibration, there would be a blood mist soaring.

After the flame whirlwind disappeared, Wen Xiang, covered in blood, staggered back a few steps, opened his mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of blood, and supported his body with the sickle in his hand.

The original powerful and domineering scythe has become tattered, not to mention many gaps, and the sword is densely marked, seriously deformed, and there is no trace of light released.

The machine spirit inside it had also been strangled by that terrifying sword intent.

Wen Xiang stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his face, took out the pill from the storage ring with trembling hands and swallowed it, and forced himself to walk towards Chao Jinyuan step by step.

But after walking a few steps, blood mist soared from the surface of Wen Xiang's body one after another, and the sword qi that had previously penetrated his body exploded and began to violently impact his meridians.

Wen Xiang's face turned even paler, and then his whole body softened, and his burly body fell heavily to the ground.

The expected sense of impact did not appear, because the next moment, Wen Xiang was supported by a person who suddenly appeared here.

Because the injury was so severe, Wen Xiang's consciousness was already a little blurred, but he still tried his best to open his eyes.

After seeing clearly who the person holding him was, and also seeing the person behind this person, Wen Xiang swallowed the mouthful of blood that was about to gush out of his throat, and hurriedly said:

"Just ......"

Meng Tianxuan, who was holding Wen Xiang, looked at the chaotic Jin Yuan in front of him, which had gradually stabilized, sighed lightly, and said:

"Don't talk too much, stabilize the injury first. ”

Meng Tianxuan's face was not good-looking.

In the past four or five years, the pattern of rebellion in Jinyuan has become more and more unstable.

And this time, it has not been a few days since the last riot in Jinyuan, and the Instrument Courtyard has no defense at all!

Glancing at the pharmacist's robe on Wen Xiang's body, which was seriously damaged and covered with blood, and then at the injured people who were still sleeping not far away, Meng Tianxuan let out a sigh of relief.

Turning his head to look at the sword marks on the ground around him, Meng Tianxuan frowned, and asked in a low voice:

"Who hurt you?"

Wen Xiang's breathing calmed down a little, and he said in a low voice: "I don't know, he is wearing the robe of the dean of the academy ten thousand years ago. And ......"

Wen Xiang's gaze then turned to the chaotic Jin Yuan in front of him: "He jumped in." ”

As soon as the words came out, Meng Tianxuan frowned fiercely, and then looked behind him:

"Teacher, this ......"

The gray-robed old man standing behind Meng Tianxuan was of medium stature and looked very ordinary.

But if Ling Hao stood here, he could recognize at a glance that this old man who was called "teacher" by Meng Tianxuan was none other than the ghost casting general of the Divine Ghost Military Dao!

General Ghost Casting stared at Ranjin Yuan, who seemed to have become stable again, for a long time, before he said, "Inform the people from the pharmacy to come and heal the injured." ”

After that, the old man's gaze turned to Wen Xiang and said, "Boy, forget about this matter after the injury, knowing too much will not benefit you." ”

"Obey the orders of the Dean. Wen Xiang said, "But the dean, my friend, was also carried down after being knocked unconscious by that man." ”

"His name is Ling Hao, he is a freshman in the Academy, and he just treated the injured with me. ”

Ling Hao?!

Hearing this name, the two bodies of Meng Tianxuan, the ghost casting general, shook at the same time.

"What did you say?" Ling Hao?"

General Ghost Casting frowned: "How did he go down?

Although Wen Xiang didn't know why the director of the Instrument Academy in front of him was so nervous, he still hurriedly told the story of how he and Ling Hao had healed the injured together after the previous turmoil in Jinyuan, and found the strange middle-aged man, as well as the experience of fighting with him.

In the end, Wen Xiang's eyes had gradually drifted, but he still struggled to grab Meng Tianxuan's sleeve and pleaded:

"Vice Dean, please save him, he ......"

General Ghost Casting stretched out his hand and gently touched the back of Wen Xiang's neck, and Wen Xiang immediately fell into a coma.

After being silent for a long time, General Ghost Casting said:

"Tianxuan, didn't you say that kid is now being tested on the first mountain?"

Meng Tianxuan heard the questioning meaning in his teacher's words, and said, "Teacher, what I arranged for him is to refine five mortal-level fine products within five days, and this is only the next day, he ......"

"Forget it, it's useless to talk more, people have already gone in. ”

General Ghost Casting frowned tightly, and it took a long time to reach out and tear off the gray robe on his body, revealing a black short shirt, and said, "You keep an eye on here, the old man will go down and take a look." ”

"It's extremely dangerous in the chaotic gold abyss, you ......"

"The fellow Daoist is in trouble, and the old man, as the person in charge of the Cangyun City stronghold, has the responsibility to rescue him. General Ghost Casting said, "Although it is very likely that it will not be saved, the old man still has to try." ”

Seeing that Meng Tianxuan seemed to have something to say, General Ghost Casting shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"Obey orders!"

Meng Tianxuan arched his hand and said in a low voice: "Yes, sir!"

After the riot in Jinyuan, it was suppressed by Meng Tianxuan, who had been stationed in the canyon, because there were basically no casualties, and the high-level officials of the academy saw that Meng Tianxuan was personally guarding, and knew that it must be nothing serious, so they did not continue to ask.

At Meng Tianxuan's request, Wen Xiang, who was extremely injured, was sent to a special recuperation area in the depths of the pharmacy, where he enjoyed treatment equivalent to that of a senior vice president, and was heavily protected.

Soon, a whole day had passed since Ling Hao was knocked unconscious by the middle-aged man and carried into the chaotic golden abyss.

The chaotic gold abyss erupts with a constant and steady eruption of metallic power, without any anomalies.

Following the ghost casting general who jumped into the chaotic gold abyss, there was no sign of returning.

Meng Tianxuan was anxious, but he could only wait in the chaotic gold abyss.

Near noon, a very ordinary-looking female student of Cangyun Academy came to the eighth floor of the library, opened the door of a quiet room with the password given to her by Wen Xiang, and walked in.

After sitting down gently, she gently touched the jade bead on her waist with her slender hand, and the rune flickered, and her beautiful true face was revealed.

The whole quiet room seemed to become bright in an instant.

It's just that she waited from noon to dusk, and she didn't wait for anyone, and there was no movement in the words of the rune array.

As a pharmacist, she has always been very patient. But even the best patience has been worn out after a whole afternoon of waiting.

"Release my pigeons?"

The beautiful pharmacist who had suffered this kind of treatment for the first time said this sentence with a very ugly face, and then changed her appearance again and left here.

(End of chapter)

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