The battle started, and Qiong Ling'er originally wanted to go up and help, but when she looked at Wan Xin, who was already crumbling not far away, she moved, her afterimage flashed by, and she helped Wan Xin.--
"Sister Xin'er, are you okay?"
Looking at Wan Xin's pale face, Qiong Ling'er asked worriedly, her bright eyes flashing with water.
"It's okay, I'm just a little dizzy. I'll be fine after taking a rest!"
Although Wan Xin wanted to pretend that she was fine, the bursts of severe pain in her mind made her pretty face paler and she almost fainted. If Qiong Ling'er hadn't supported her, she would have almost fainted.
It fell.
"Sister Xin'er, stop talking and take a rest!"
Qiong Ling'er brought her back to the ground and persuaded her in a tearful voice.
"Um!"
Wan Xin didn't want to continue to hold on, because if it left hidden diseases, it would be even more troublesome, so she took a few elixirs to calm her mind, closed her eyes, and began to recover.
This was a tough battle. As soon as Haotian fought with Wu Yun, his expression changed and he finally understood why Qiong Ling'er couldn't take him down.
The body of witch veins.
He soon understood that even though he tried his best, it was just an even fight, and neither side could do anything to the other.
And the dozen or so Xuantian Palace disciples and the four Wuling Tribe people were similar. It was impossible to tell the winner in a short period of time. A few of them had to deal with one by one to even out the situation.
To deal with the Witch Spirit Clan, the human race also has certain tactics, which is wheel fighting.
The tyranny of witchcraft can attack people's souls. Every time they collide, their souls will be affected, and wheel battles can change this disadvantage.
"Damn it, damn it, I will turn you all into puppets!"
Wu Yun jumped violently and screamed again, and when the four Wuling clan saw this, they also screamed, and the harsh sound spread far away.
"No, Junior Sister Ling'er, please take Junior Sister Xin'er and leave here quickly!"
Seeing this, Haotian's expression changed. He wanted to force the guy in front of him away, but he still couldn't. He had to shout to Qiong Ling'er who was not far away.
He understood very well the importance of Qiong Ling'er to Xuantian Palace, and he must not be killed here, otherwise, he would be the sinner of Xuantian Palace.
"But…"
Qiong Ling'er hesitated a little. She knew that if she left like this, Haotian and others would undoubtedly be in a desperate situation.
They were here to save her, so abandoning them and running away, such a selfish thing, would make her uneasy.
"Come on, do you want us all to die here?"
Seeing her hesitant look, Haotian felt anxious and immediately yelled at her.
Just when Qiong Ling'er gritted her teeth and wanted to take Wan Xin away, it was already too late...
"Chichi,..."
The sound of breaking through the air continued, and people from the Wuling Tribe came from everywhere. There were only a few people, but more than a dozen people from the Wuling Tribe came and surrounded the place.
"Give them all to me and kill them all. I will use them to make puppets!"
Wu Yun shouted loudly, abandoned Haotian, and rushed directly towards Qiong Ling'er.
Obviously, he was still bitter about Qiong Ling'er's killing of his cronies, and he wanted to take him down and torture him severely to make up for the pain of losing his cronies.
Although Haotian wanted to stop him, he soon fell into the siege of the Wuling Clan, and within a few seconds, some of the Xuantian Palace disciples died.
Qiong Ling'er was the same, once again caught up in a bitter battle with Wu Yun, and had no time to care about anything else.
"ah!!!"
Another disciple of Xuantian Palace cried out miserably while holding his head, bleeding from all his orifices, and fell down.
"kill!"
The Wuling Clan who killed the descendants of Xuantian Palace glanced around and saw Wan Xin sitting cross-legged on the ground. He immediately rushed down and killed her, taking the head straight away without mercy.
"Um!"
Although Wan Xin was in the middle of adjusting her breath, she reacted quickly when the murderous intention hit her. She resisted the headache and turned her hand to make a frost handprint. Although she luckily escaped, she was also hit.
She flew out, spat out a mouthful of blood, her vision was a little blurry, and the whole world shook before her eyes.
"Sister Xin'er!"
Seeing the Wu Ling tribesman charging towards him again, Qiong Ling'er still couldn't get away. She suddenly let out a cry like a cuckoo weeping blood. She was not prepared and was almost plotted by Wu Yun. Such a situation made her blood boil.
Unable to stop, there was a sharp pain in my head, and I had to deal with the powerful enemy in front of me.
"Die!"
This Wuling tribesman had a hideous face. The pimples on his face were like air bubbles in the sewer. He was very disgusting. He condensed a wave of witchcraft power in his hand and stabbed Wan Xin directly on the head, who had no ability to resist.
.
If he succeeds this time, Wan Xin's soul will definitely be destroyed.
"Um!"
Listening to the evil smile coming from his mouth, Wan Xin subconsciously stood up and tried to escape, but she fell down again. Just when she was about to close her eyes and wait for death to come, she found that her body had not touched the hard surface.
The ground fell into a warm embrace.
"So familiar..."
She was about to struggle, but she smelled a smell deep in her memory. She gave up struggling and tried to open her eyes. In the haze, she saw a face that made her think about it day and night.
"Brother Hao..."
Tears filled her eyes and fell down her cheeks. She took a deep look and slowly closed her eyes.
Obviously, she regarded this as a dream.
You know, Feng Hao is in Tianwu Continent, how could he come to Hongmeng Realm, how could he come to Source Realm.
This was impossible in her subconscious mind. Perhaps, God heard the last prayer in her heart, so this virtual image appeared in front of her.
"Xin'er, Xin'er, wake up!"
Looking at the pale and pretty face in front of him, Feng Hao felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if it had been torn apart, and there was a sharp blade slowly cutting on it.
This pain goes deep into the soul.
"Go to hell!"
The Wuling Tribe was just stunned for a moment, then immediately charged towards Feng Hao to kill him.
"Tsk!"
An afterimage flashed by, and a huge ugly head flew into the sky. Blood spurted out like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding land red, and finally fell to the ground like a wooden stake.
"Brother Hao!"
Hearing this familiar voice, Wan Xin was startled, excited, and hit by severe dizziness. She fell into a coma and fell into Feng Hao's arms.
"Xin'er!"
After confirming that Wan Xin had just fallen into a coma, Feng Hao breathed a sigh of relief.
After a while, an icy cold murderous intent spread between heaven and earth...--
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