Wen Cheng had already given up his sword moves, and this white shadow was so fast that his sword skills would not work at all. It's better to exchange injuries for injuries, anyway, his skin surface defense is amazing, although the white shadow can break through, but it is also easy to be stuck, taking the opportunity to counterattack is the best policy.

And he also has Changchun Gong, if he is injured, he can seal the wound as soon as possible, and then use internal qi to heal slowly. As long as there is no bleeding, the general trauma will have little impact on his strength.

On the contrary, Wencheng's internal qi was very restrained by Bai Ying, and every time he slashed at Bai Ying's body, the internal qi left behind was poured on it like sulfuric acid, constantly consuming its yin qi.

As the battle progressed, the aura of the white shadow began to become weaker and weaker, and although Wencheng also declined a little, it was still at the peak in general, and now it was Wencheng who in turn began to suppress the white shadow.

If the white shadow retreats now, with its speed, Wencheng really can't take it. But this ghost thing doesn't know what to do with madness, obviously every time it attacks Wencheng, it will be counterattacked by Wencheng and be more seriously injured, but it is more and more desperate and does not retreat, as if it has a deep hatred with Wencheng.

"Ahh

Wen Cheng also did not show weakness, and with a loud shout, his whole body defense tightened, and at the same time, the Wen family knife began to accumulate strength, ready to give Bai Ying a full blow at any time.

Poof!

Wen Cheng's abdomen was directly pierced by the white shadow's claws, ignoring the sharp pain coming from the abdomen, he directly stabbed Bai Ying in the chest, and also stabbed him through the heart. The surging scorching internal qi rushed directly into the white shadow's body along the long knife.

The terrible scream came to an abrupt end.

In this way, the white shadow was quickly turned into ashes by Wencheng's internal qi, from the inside out.

Finally, Lao Tzu won, hehe.

Wen Cheng wanted to laugh, but before he could laugh, bursts of sharp pain came from his abdomen. As soon as the enemy died, the tense nerves suddenly relaxed, sat on the ground, lowered his head and slowly moved the hand covering his abdomen, and his hands were covered with blood and stained all his palms red. I saw a wrist-thick hole on the left, and you could see the scene behind it directly from the front.

The victory was so miserable that if an ordinary person were injured like this, he would almost certainly die. Fortunately, Wencheng has Changchun Gong and has healing effects. Under the urging of internal qi, the wound first stopped the bleeding outward, and then small granulations continued to grow at the edges, and began to recover slowly.

After a long time, Wen Cheng felt relieved, and the strength in his body began to recover, and he slowly got up from the ground with a knife.

There was a mess all around, and there were big potholes everywhere, and some tree trunks were shaken into tiny filaments like wooden sticks, stuck in the ground or other tree trunks. What's more, it was simply shaken into pieces and scattered in the mud.

Holding the long knife, he left here with a shake and hurried in the direction where the convoy left.

Finally caught up with Qian Ming and the others, and everyone saw Wencheng's embarrassed appearance, and they exclaimed continuously.

Wencheng's current appearance is really miserable, all over the body, clothes are full of tattered holes, large or small blood stains soaked through the fabric, and in some places the blood stains have been dried, causing the clothes to be hard and deformed, and that's it. The body is also covered with dense wounds, although these wounds have scabbed, but dozens of wounds are still shocking to everyone.

Fortunately, Wencheng was afraid of scaring his father, so he tore off a piece of fabric in advance and wrapped his waist and abdomen. If everyone saw the wound on his waist and abdomen, I am afraid that he would not survive at all.

Poor Ming has the highest martial arts and the fastest speed among the people, and the moment he realized that Wencheng was back, he rushed to the front from the front and held Wencheng up.

"Brother Cheng, you, does your injury matter?"

I want to say that it is important, but what is the use of being important in this wilderness? It's better to grit your teeth and carry it yourself, and you can save your dad from worrying.

"It's okay, it's all skin trauma, you can't die. ”

When poor Ming heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but wonder what the results of the battle were, and asked, "Brother Cheng, is that kind of thing fighting you in the back?"

Wen Cheng was stunned for a moment, and was suddenly asked by Poor Ming. I knew that Poor Ming meant to ask if that thing was a resentful spirit like last time, but no matter how I said it, Wencheng wasn't quite sure what that white shadow was. If you want to say that it is a ghost thing, the strength is outrageous, and the news I got from the master that although the ghost thing is also a one-sided slaughter for ordinary people, but for second-rate masters and above, it is actually the same thing. If you can't beat it, at least it's no problem to run away. Once you encounter a second-rate master who cultivates masculine internal qi, you can kill ghosts in turn.

And Wencheng's cultivation of the Qianji Corona Heliocentric Method was originally the most yang and rigid divine will martial arts, and his strength had completely stepped into the divine will, and compared with Yuan Jitong, it was only a little combat experience. If it was the kind of ghost thing he had killed in the past, to put it bluntly, no ghost thing could resist his knife.

But with his strength, it was so difficult to barely kill him, which was not the strength that a ghost could achieve at all.

If this white shadow is a resentful spirit, Wen Cheng himself disagrees, because he clearly feels that the white shadow was completely killed by him, and there is no possibility of resurrection at all, and the resentful spirit can continue to be resurrected.

Therefore, Wen Cheng doesn't know what the white shadow is, anyway, the weirdness of this world is not a little bit, and now he has no experience to delve into these, and some things don't need to be too clear to poor Ming, since he thinks that the white shadow is a resentful spirit, then Wen Cheng also nodded and admitted it.

"Yes, but don't worry, I've killed it. And I found that this is different from the past, and it will not happen again. ”

Poor Ming nodded when he listened, didn't continue to ask, helped Wencheng to the front, and changed the topic: "Come, Brother Cheng, I'll help you get into the carriage and rest for a while." ”

Wen Cheng had already been supporting him with the weight of his whole body on Poor Ming's shoulders, and now he felt that there was no pain in his whole body, and he was too lazy to move.

Wen Linfeng and Mu Da saw Wen Cheng's appearance, and they all gasped in unison, the fog and cold dew were heavy in the middle of the night, and the breath rushed straight to the hearts of the two, causing a burst of excitement.

"City. ”

The two hurriedly jumped out of the carriage and helped Wencheng into the carriage with their hands and feet.

"Cheng'er, are you alright? Looking at Wen Cheng's miserable appearance, Wen Linfeng had old tears in his eyes.

Now the situation in Wencheng is much better than just now, so that he can't help but breathe. Reluctantly squeezed out a smile and comforted Dad, "It's okay, it's just some skin trauma, it looks scary, but it doesn't matter." Bandage it after you go back and rest for a few days. ”

Seeing that Wen Cheng could still laugh, Wen Linfeng's worries were slightly relaxed, but he still advised: "Then you rest more, don't be careless, if there is anything wrong, you must say it as soon as possible, don't hold it alone." Wen Cheng's appearance will seem to be fine, but he doesn't say it, and Wen Linfeng is not good at continuing to ask, but the necessary advice is still indispensable.

"Don't worry, Daddy, it's really fine. Wencheng tried to assure. He also has no choice, this time he is naturally close to death, but no matter how dangerous it is, it has already passed. Now say it, come out and let Daddy worry about it, there is no overflow. And even if he tells his father everything, he won't get any useful help, and the difference in strength is too big.

It's really too big a gap, Wen Cheng is now a master of divine realm, but even with such strength, he almost capsized, sometimes he doubts to himself, if he can't wait to raise the Qianji Crown Heliocentric Method to the sixth layer in one go, if he still only stays on the fifth layer, maybe he will be here tonight, such a danger has exceeded the imagination of ordinary people.

There was silence in the carriage, and everyone had different thoughts.

Wen Linfeng looked lonely and helpless. Although Wen Cheng had been smiling with him and talking very easily, just looking at the scars on Wen Cheng's body, he knew that Wen Cheng could come back alive, it was not easy, and a son who was not good for himself might be separated from him just now. It's just that he is an ordinary person, not even a martial artist, so he can't help at all. The feeling of powerlessness made him very uncomfortable.

Although Muda practiced martial arts, he was just a third-rate martial artist. When he was in Iron Mountain City, Wencheng's strength clearly surpassed him, and even if he wanted to help Wencheng, he couldn't do it at all.

There was no helpless look on Poor Ming's face, but the fear in his expression was the strongest. What kind of strength Wencheng is, although he doesn't know it very clearly, he has at least seen Wencheng's strength. The last time he investigated the disappearance of Boss Hu and others, Wencheng's strength made it difficult for him to match. That time it wasn't for Wencheng to protect him all the way, he was completely powerless to resist in the face of weirdness, and he couldn't survive at all.

The convoy continued on its way, and there was silence in the carriage.

Wencheng didn't bother to break the silence here, and he had the strength to speak, so he might as well put more effort into repairing the wounds in his waist and abdomen. Hoping to be able to heal this wound before Daddy and the others find it, otherwise if they were allowed to see such a terrifying hole, what kind of overreaction they would have, Wencheng couldn't predict.

As the sky was about to dawn, the group finally stepped through the gates of Helian City.

In a small place like a shop, it is no problem to live alone in the city, but it is impossible to live with the whole family. The Wen family had a lot of people, and it was difficult to find a suitable place for a while, so in the end, Wen Cheng simply decided to place everyone in the inn. After finding a suitable house, they moved out en masse.

Sitong Inn, which is an inn near the City Gate Pier. The attic is tall and majestic, the decoration is extraordinary, the main reason for choosing this place is that this inn is the industry of the money club, the poor Ming is very familiar with the shopkeeper here, and there are their own people to take care of it, how to be a little better than going to a strange place.

The convoy came to the Sitong Inn early in the morning, and as soon as the carriage stopped, Poor Ming ran into the inn to arrange it first.

As soon as he entered the door, he was seen by the shopkeeper.

"Yo, Brother Poor Ming, what kind of wind blew you here?" The shopkeeper was dressed in brocade clothes, and when he saw Poor Ming with a round face, he naturally smiled, just like the natural reaction of his facial muscles.