The sound of a palm hitting the chest was heard at the same time as the sound of a sword piercing the body.
A trace of blood escaped from the corner of the Ghost King's mouth. He looked down at the sword that had pierced his abdomen, and then at the motionless Nine Emperors Uncle. He couldn't believe that this was true.
This man was not knocked away by his palm. How is this possible? How did he do it?
The Ghost King opened his mouth to ask, but Uncle Nine Emperors did not give him a chance. He stepped back, drew out his sword, and rushed forward again...
The Ghost King was extremely lucky that his heart was naturally different from that of human beings. Otherwise, if the sword was stabbed in and then withdrawn, he would have no way to survive.
When the Nine Emperors Uncle attacked again desperately, the Ghost King's first reaction was not to fight back, but to escape!
The murderous aura emanating from Uncle Nine Emperors frightened him, and he did not have the courage to fight anymore. Ever since he came out of the underground mausoleum, he had never experienced what it meant to be afraid, but the man in front of him made him afraid.
He once again experienced what it means to be afraid.
The ghost kings have all run away, and the winner of the Hundred Ghost Palace naturally does not dare to fight again. Seeing that the situation is one-sided, Mrs. Min is afraid that Uncle Nine Emperors will come back to settle the score with her, so she runs to the edge of the cliff without saying a word, and is protected by the dead men in black.
, jumped off the cliff...
Naturally, Mrs. Min would not seek death. She jumped from this place because she had arrangements below. Even if she jumped, it would not kill her.
Her opponent was Dong Lingjiu, the child she watched grow up in the dark. She naturally knew how cruel this child could be, so just in case she left herself a way out early, she didn't expect to send him...
use.
Almost no part of Uncle Nine Emperors' body was intact, and his internal organs were also injured by the Ghost King. His whole body seemed to crawl out of the sea of blood. If it were ordinary people, even if they were not dead, they would just fall to the ground. But Nine Emperors
The uncle held on. Not only did he hold on, his speed was as if he was not injured. The Ghost King was chased by the Nine Emperors Uncle and had no way to escape.
"Damn it." The Ghost King had never been so embarrassed. He shook off the blood in his hands bitterly. The Ghost King pressed his wound again. Seeing that the distance between the Nine Emperors Uncle and him was getting closer and closer, the Ghost King had no choice but to take the one he had just snatched.
The Kyushu Token was thrown at Su Wenqing who was standing aside.
For the sake of the token and Su Wenqing, the Nine Emperors Uncle abandoned Feng Qingchen. The Ghost King's move hit the Nine Emperors Uncle's weakness. The moment the token hit Su Wenqing, the Nine Emperors Uncle decisively gave up chasing the Ghost King and jumped into the air.
Catch the token...
When he looked up again, the Ghost King was gone.
The Nine Emperors Uncle did not chase anymore, but turned around to join the fighting circle and continue to fight with the Hundred Ghost Palace and everyone standing in front of him. At this moment, the Nine Emperors Uncle had no enemy or friend in his eyes.
When Bu Jingyun settled down with Qin Baoer and came over, he saw the Nine Emperors Uncle with red eyes. Knowing the situation of the Nine Emperors Uncle, Bu Jingyun quickly ordered the people he brought to move away: "Quick, run, quick
run……"
As he spoke, he raised his sword and stepped forward to block the Nine Emperors Uncle.
Bu Jingyun was no match for Uncle Nine Emperors. Fortunately, after the fierce battle, Uncle Nine Emperors' movements had slowed down a lot. Bu Jingyun could barely survive a few moves against Uncle Nine Emperors.
Xuan Shaoqi opened his eyes and when he struggled to get up from the ground, he saw the Nine Emperors Uncles fighting with Bu Jingyun. Before Xuan Shaoqi could figure out what was going on, he saw Bu Jingyun placing him in a
Qin Baoer, who was in a safe place, ran over and yelled: "Brother Jiuqing, brother Jingyun, what's wrong with you, stop fighting, stop fighting, Bao'er is fine, it's okay."
"Brother Jiuqing, brother Jingyun, the bad guys have all run away, please stop fighting."
Qin Baoer was so anxious that he rushed forward regardless of the danger...
Xuan Shaoqi leaned on the corpse behind him and was stunned when he heard Qin Baoer's words.
Jiuqing? Lan Jiuqing?
Uncle Nine Emperors is Lan Jiuqing? What's going on?
Also, something seems wrong with Uncle Nine Emperors.
What on earth was going on? Xuan Shaoqi realized that his brain was completely exhausted. He glanced around and couldn't find Feng Qingchen's voice. Xuan Shaoqi was startled and shouted: "Uncle Nine Emperors,
Where’s Qingchen?”
What answered him was Uncle Jiuhuang's sword getting faster and faster. The uneasiness in Xuan Shaoqi's heart widened and he yelled with all his strength: "Dongguan Jiu, where is Qingchen? Where is the person?"
"Qingchen..." Uncle Nine Emperor's movements came to an abrupt halt. The sword that had been stabbing Bu Jingyun froze in mid-air, and his whole body stood frozen on the spot.
Fortunately, the person he was fighting against at this time was Bu Jingyun. If he had been an enemy, Uncle Nine Emperors would not have been able to die even if he had nine lives.
The Nine Emperors Uncle stopped, but Bu Jingyun did not stop. The tip of the sword passed through the Nine Emperors Uncle's chest, and finally knocked the sword from the Nine Emperors Uncle's hand...
"Brother Jingyun, how could you hurt Jiuqing?" Qin Baoer rushed over and saw this scene. Regardless of his physical weakness, he ran forward anxiously: "Brother Jiuqing, are you okay..."
"roll……"
He stretched out his hand to touch the Nine Emperors Uncle, but he didn't even touch the corner of the Nine Emperors Uncle's clothes, and was knocked away by the Nine Emperors Uncle with a flick of his hand.
"Bao'er." Bu Jingyun rushed forward quickly and caught Qin Bao'er before he landed.
"Ahem..." Qin Baoer saved his life without falling to the ground. After coughing out a mouthful of blood, Qin Baoer shrank into Bu Jingyun's arms and asked pitifully: "Brother Jingyun, what's wrong?
?”
"It's okay, Jiu Qing is unconscious." Bu Jingyun didn't dare to look at Jiu Huangshu, so he comforted Qin Baoer in a low-spirited manner.
Seeing Qin Baoer's ignorant and clear eyes, Bu Jingyun's heart ached for a while, wishing he could just disappear and not face what happened next.
"Oh... then Brother Jiuqing will pay attention to me when he wakes up, right?" Qin Baoer showed a smile. Bu Jingyun didn't want her to feel sad, so he nodded with a smile that was uglier than crying: "Yes."
"That's good, Brother Jingyun, help me up. Let's go find Brother Jiuqing. He's too dangerous." Qin Baoer looked worried. Bu Jingyun was also worried about Uncle Jiuhuang's situation, but he didn't dare to get close at all.
, he was afraid of seeing the blaming and disappointed look in Uncle Nine Emperors' eyes. Now that Qin Baoer said this, he took advantage of the situation and helped Qin Baoer over.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, where is Qingchen?" At this time, Xuan Shaoqi had climbed up from the ground, moved to the front of Uncle Nine Emperors with difficulty, and asked Uncle Nine Emperors about the whereabouts of Feng Qingchen.
Uncle Jiuhuang's consciousness has recovered, but the coldness on his body has not diminished half. When he heard Xuan Shaoqi's question, Uncle Jiuhuang didn't even raise his eyelids, and only said coldly: "It's okay."
The Tongsheng Curse had already produced an effect the moment Qingchen fell. He could clearly tell himself and anyone else that Qingchen was fine.
However, Tongshengshu would not tell him if something happened to their child.
With his heart weeping, Uncle Nine Emperors didn't want to talk anymore, turned around and walked towards where Su Wenqing was.
One of Su Wenqing and his children must be alive.
But unfortunately, there was a blind person blocking his way...