"The game is over." The huge scaly tail behind the short old man raised boldly.
"boom."
Thick smoke billowed and the mountains shook.
The final blow from the short old man smashed out a hole more than two meters long where San Bo was. The force was so powerful that it was unimaginable.
My heart almost jumped into my throat, so fast that it became difficult for me to breathe.
"It's okay, Uncle San must be okay." I muttered to myself, my mind going blank.
Lingxi held my right hand tightly and said nothing, but I could clearly feel her shaking.
The short old man waved his sleeves, and the smoke and dust in the sky were instantly swept away, revealing the scene inside the pit.
"Huh?" He said softly, with an ugly look on his face.
"I'm here." At the top of the waterfall, on the raised rock, Sanbo was sitting cross-legged, covered in blood.
He half-bowed his body and coughed heartbreakingly.
Every time he coughed, large spurts of scarlet came out of his mouth and fell on his tattered blue shirt. He couldn't stop it no matter what.
The short old man suddenly turned around, his eyes filled with cold light and said, "How did you do that?"
Sanbo smiled and said nothing, while the talisman in his palm burned into ashes.
Qu Changan sighed and said: "Kunlun Body Changing Technique uses talismans to replace the physical body. While changing body and position, half of the damage suffered will be shared by the prosthesis."
"Oh, that's it." The short old man nodded to himself and said: "You are really good for being able to hold on to my hand for so long, Su."
"I can be even more powerful." Sanbo stroked his eyebrows with his hands, and traces of purple energy flowed out from his burnt hair.
Unlike Kunlun's Heavenly Eye Technique, where the eyes contain thin purple energy, the purple energy on the top of San Bo's head is extremely rich.
The dense lines formed one after another, pouring into the void and disappearing at the end.
"Kunlun has good luck, Taixuan creatures..." Sanbo muttered, his face flushed like the sunset.
Qu Changan said horrified: "Hurry, stop him quickly, he is sensing the Taixuan Sword at the end of his life."
The short old man's eyes were half-squinted, and he sneered: "Kunlun is tens of thousands of miles away from here, why does he summon the Taixuan Sword?"
"Pretending, pretending to be a ghost."
"Even with the Taixuan Sword, I will still kill him here."
...
In Nanning City, on a speeding bus.
Tang Jingyue felt restless and anxious.
Further ahead is Tonghe County, which is still half a day's journey from the Mojiazhai that Ji Qinghe mentioned.
After traveling all night for the past few days, she was exhausted both physically and mentally.
It wasn't that the spies who were following her all the way were too troublesome, but that she couldn't contact Lingxi and the others, so she couldn't know the situation there at all.
She was afraid that when she arrived, it would be too late.
Whether it's Lingxi or Suning, these two people are really important to Kunlun's future.
It was so important that the moment she left the Kunlun Hall, the headmaster Ji Xuanqing said something to her: "You can abandon Qinghe as a last resort."
The understatement of these nine words made Tang Jingyue's heart beat like a drum, and she was so stunned that she couldn't even move her feet.
She knew that Ji Xuanqing was dedicated to Kunlun, but she said that Tang Jingyue hoped that everyone would be safe and that no one would become an outcast.
She had watched these children grow up. How could she be so cruel when they asked her to make a choice?
The palms and backs of her hands were all flesh, and she didn't want to feel guilty for the rest of her life.
She looked out the window with a frown, holding the Taixuan Sword wrapped in black cloth in her hand.
Yes, the Taixuan Sword suppressed the five peaks of Kunlun. Its departure indirectly consumed Kunlun's little luck.
Logically speaking, Taixuan Sword should not be brought.
But Ji Xuanqing personally took out the Taixuan Sword, and Tang Jingyue had no reason to refuse.
