Before the red cloud fell, Wang Jingmeng had already lost consciousness and fell backwards.

The eldest grandson Qianxue subconsciously reached out to support him, but when her hands touched his back and felt the heat on his back, she realized that she had never been so close to a man.

At this time, she had already determined that the crisis had passed, and when a shy red cloud naturally appeared on her face, she looked at Wang Jingmeng, who was still holding her small sword, and her heart swelled with great emotion and shock.

Wang Jingmeng was already powerful beyond the limits of her imagination.

However, this strength is only equivalent to her.

If he escaped with all his might, the chances of survival would naturally be high.

But when the sword light that was enough to kill her instantly fell, he was still like a mountain, blocking her in front of her.

More cries rang out.

The surroundings of the Falling Moon Residence, which was originally extremely quiet, were like a boiling ocean in an instant, with the sound of the wind sweeping everywhere, and the rampaging heaven and earth vitality everywhere.

But before the red cloud landed, the man in the black shirt had stopped breathing.

It was not the owner of the poison-bellied sword who killed him, but himself.

His meridians were broken, his heart was broken, and the best physician in the world could no longer save him.

The owner of the Poison Belly Sword was a cultivator who also looked very young, wearing the coarse cloth clothes of the kind of subordinates who did rough work.

And with the red cloud landing, it was a square-faced man who was also dressed in a black shirt, with a figure like iron, standing straight, and holding a red sword in his hand.

The poison-bellied sword has been unsheathed, but the red-colored sword has not been withdrawn.

The black-shirted square-faced man was still absolutely vigilant, he looked at the owner of the Poison Belly Sword, and said very slowly and cautiously: "Below Su, the Lord of the Poison Belly Sword?"

The poison-bellied sword master who was dressed in a coarse cloth shirt listened to the other party's surname Fang, and looked at his really square face, and couldn't help but want to laugh, but looking at the cultivator who had just died, he instantly restrained his smile and shook his head, "Yunmeng Sword Sect, Guo Qiujue." This poisonous belly sword was only picked up by me at the Mirror Lake Sword Meeting. ”

When he said this, the shadows of several cultivators had already appeared on the edge of this small courtyard, but when he heard the four words of Jinghu Sword Society, the figures of these people were unconsciously stunned.

There are many cultivators in the world who can cross the Six Realms to reach the Seven Realms, and many cultivators who have reached the Seven Realms are easy to climb on the sword weapon list, but most of the people on the sword weapon list dare not go to the Mirror Lake Sword Club, and even if they go, only a small number of people can really see the Mirror Lake.

The Yunmeng Sword Sect is not famous, but if he can climb the Mirror Lake Sword Society, and he can also bring the poisonous belly sword down the mountain, and keep it to this day, he is naturally already a rare great sword master in the world.

"You're not from Qin, why are you here?"

Fang Su bowed, but still asked softly.

The eldest lady of the Gongsun family almost died here, this matter was too important for the entire Changling, and he had to ask.

"Yu Zuochi, Baili Tassel, met me at the Jinghu Sword Club, and was my friend. Listening to Yu Zuochi said, his junior brother Gu Liren is stronger than him, and his comprehension of the Sword Sutra is unparalleled, I have a few sword moves puzzled, and later I wrote to inquire, it was Gu Liren who answered questions. I was very excited about it, but I didn't have time to go to Bashan, but I had already heard the bad news. ”

Guo Qiujue's eyes fell on Wang Jingmeng's body, "Later, I heard that he was coming to Changling, and I was just closer to Changling, so I came in advance." Yu Zuochi was relieved to know that they lived in the Falling Moon Residence, and I was near the Falling Moon Residence. It's just that there are too many of you here today, so I don't want people to know easily, so I'm going to be a little slower. ”

Fang Su was naturally worried about Gongsun Qianxue's safety, but at this time, Gongsun Qianxue was already angry, "What are you asking, don't save people first!"

"I'm sorry. ”

When her angry reprimand sounded, Guo Qiujue had already arrived in front of her, and at the same time that one of his hands fell on Wang Jingmeng's body, the other hand had already taken the sword from Wang Jingmeng's hand and handed it back to her.

Fang Su's brows frowned slightly, of course he understood what Guo Qiujue meant by this apology.

For Wang Jingmeng, today is an unwarranted disaster.

The black-shirted cultivator who died on the spot was from the Gongsun family, and now he apologized this time, faintly with the intention of expelling guests, because he didn't want any people from the Gongsun family to contact Wang Jingmeng, so as not to have more accidents.

"Thank you. ”

In an instant, he also arrived at Gongsun Qianxue's side, and said softly to Gongsun Qianxue in an unquestionable tone: "Miss, you go home first." ”

Gongsun Qianxue's body stiffened slightly, and before she could speak, Fang Su had already said to Guo Qiujue: "When my young lady returns home, our family will naturally come to thank you." ”

Gongsun Qianxue didn't know the injury of Wang Jingmeng, so she naturally refused to move, but when she stood frozen on the spot, five or six cultivators had already gathered around her, and they moved together, and the aura on her body was agitated, but it was directly like an air mass enveloping her, leading her out.

These people have not yet walked out of the courtyard, but Feng Jiewu and Lin Zhujiu have already entered the courtyard.

Feng Jiewu and Fang Su nodded to each other, and he arrived in front of Guo Qiujue, he slightly sensed Wang Jingmeng's qi and blood running, and sensed that Guo Qiujue's true yuan slowly flowed between Wang Jingmeng's meridians, so he frowned deeply and said: "The internal organs are violently shaken, and the displacement is also very heavy, but you must be careful in dealing with it, otherwise it is easy to leave hidden injuries and cannot be healed in the future." ”

Guo Qiujue didn't know who the other party was at this time, but Wang Jingmeng's injury made him feel a little tricky, at this time, it seemed that he didn't hurry up to treat Wang Jingmeng, but in fact, he didn't dare to move Wang Jingmeng easily, but first used Zhenyuan to recuperate, and first stopped Wang Jingmeng's injuries from deteriorating.

"I've waded through muddy waters today, and I'm somewhat responsible for his serious injury. ”

Feng Jiewu stretched out his hand, took out a small jasper wine bottle from his sleeve, and said: "This medicinal wine is very useful for treating hidden injuries, and after he is in good health, he can take it, so that he will not leave a bad disease, and it will not affect his future cultivation." ”

Lin Zhuojiu had already heard why Guo Qiujue made a move outside the hospital before, he looked at the unconscious Wang Jingmeng, and his face quickly turned pale: "Senior, how long will it take for his injuries to recover?"

"It's already a miracle to survive under the hands of the Seven Realms. His injuries are worse than you think, and if you have a way to contact Yu Zuochi quickly, you can try to contact him immediately. Guo Qiujue said seriously: "Even if there is enough elixir, I'm afraid it won't be able to recover in half a year." ”

Lin Zhujiu's face not only turned pale, but even turned a little blue, he nodded subconsciously, but when he found that Yan Xinlan hadn't appeared yet, he couldn't help but let out a low voice, "What about Yan Xinlan?"