The teammate next to him roared and rushed over, firmly protecting him behind him.
"Puff puff puff puff..."
A series of countless muffled sounds.
The teammates' eyes widened in anger, their voices were stuck, and their entire backs were stabbed with countless black needles.
A face instantly turned black and purple, and a large amount of black blood rushed out from the seven orifices, dripping to the ground.
He was panting rapidly, and his body was still in front of his teammates, but he seemed to have exhausted all his strength and slid down little by little.
"Ah!!" The protected Hidden Dragon Guard's eyes were splitting, and his right arm that had been hit by a hidden weapon could no longer use his strength. He could only hold his teammates with his left arm, and the two fell to the ground at the same time.
"Pan Wu——!!"
"Chen Hu!!"
Several Hidden Dragon Guards roared heartbreakingly.
Many people even gave up resistance and rushed towards the two of them desperately.
Just like Pan Wu blocked Chen Hu's attack, in order to protect his teammates, the Hidden Dragon Guards didn't even think about it.
"Resist with all your heart, no one is allowed to move!" Long Yi roared loudly like thunder.
All Hidden Dragon Guards have received Long Yi's devil training, and have a conditioned reflex instinct to his voice. Before their brains can react, their bodies have already subconsciously obeyed the command.
The next second——
Long Yi swung his sword down, and the dazzling sword light swept across the hall like a thunderbolt, shattering the black needles within a ten-meter radius into powder!
He did not stop, but quickly retreated, and in the blink of an eye, Pan Wu and Chen Hu appeared next to him.
There was no time to check on my subordinates.
The dense sword light in Long Yi's hand intertwined into a network, and the range became larger, protecting the three people including himself.
"Ding ding ding——" the rapid crashing sound continued.
Although he seemed to be able to handle it easily, in fact, Long Yi was gritting his teeth and holding on.
Before breaking through to the seventh level, the spiritual power in a warrior's body is very limited.
Even the sixth level peak is the same.
Long's one or two explosions have already consumed most of the spiritual energy in his body. Now he has to protect two injured subordinates, which is even more difficult.
His cheeks were tightly tensed, and his muscle lines were extremely obvious. Cold sweat had already soaked through his forehead and eyebrows, flowing down the contours of his cheeks, and bloodshot eyes burst out.
However, the sword in his hand is very stable, fast and sharp, and powerful!
"Dadutong..."
The Hidden Dragon Guard next to him resisted and looked over worriedly.
Long Yi said sternly: "Take care of yourselves! If you can't hold it any longer, speak up in time!"
"Yes!"
After a brief panic, the Hidden Dragon Guards quickly calmed down.
This time, no one dares to hold on.
While everyone is protecting themselves, they will also always pay attention to the situation of their teammates around them, and slowly approach them, in small groups, taking care of each other.
Two quarters of an hour passed...
Three quarters of an hour has passed...
More and more Hidden Dragon Guards are exhausted spiritually and physically exhausted.
A heavy cold sweat rolled down everyone's pale cheeks.
The copper-skinned wooden pillar where Yun Changmao was hiding was riddled with holes, sawdust was flying from the stabbings, and was teetering on the verge of collapse.
Just when Long San's spiritual power was about to fail, Emperor Cangyun clenched the hilt of his sword and prepared to take action himself.
"Boom!!!"
A dazzling thunder light suddenly exploded in the cracked gap in the wall.
Thousands of lightning bolts roared out from the cracks in the wall like dragons, catching all the black needles flying in the sky and exploding into powder!