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Chapter 47 Survival from the dead

Forehead……

Yang Luo was speechless for a moment! How can I explain it?

"This is the reason why I practice the exercises!"

Yang Luo said truthfully.

I wonder if Yang Luoken would not teach such a coquettish technique!

South Korea was thinking with envy in his heart.

Fortunately, Han Guozheng did not continue to delve deeper. He had already seen too many weird things in Yang Luo.

"What to do next?"

Han Guozheng asked with squinting red and swollen eyes. Although he was immune to evil spirits, he was powerless against evil spirits. He still had to rely on Yang Luo to make the decision.

"I don't know either. My body here seems to be restrained, and I can't move at all!"

Yang Luo said helplessly, here, every move he makes must be done with all his strength. If this continues, he won't be able to support it for long.

After saying that, Yang Luo once again wielded the Seven-Star Broken Sword and slashed at the surrounding black mist. But soon, he put his hands on his knees and gasped for air. There was nothing he could do, it was taking too much energy here.

"It's no use at all, bring me the sword!"

When Han Guozheng saw it, he looked down upon Yang Luo and said. Yang Luo quickly offered the Seven Star Broken Sword, but he couldn't swing it.

South Korea took the Seven-Star Broken Sword with a curious look on his face, but found that it seemed to be just a broken sword, with no difference.

"Watch the boy, the sword is not meant for cutting randomly..."

Just as Han Guo finished speaking, he performed a set of exquisite sword techniques in front of Yang Luo. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, majestic, and more importantly, the posture was very graceful. Yang Luo suddenly blushed, feeling that he had just been

Juggling.

It seems that my shadowless sword technique has to be upgraded...

Yang Luo thought inexplicably.

It is said that the Seven-Star Sword fell into the hands of South Korea, just like a buried good horse met Bole, and its power was completely released immediately.

The black mist that originally shrouded the two of them began to billow again due to South Korea's sword dance.

There's drama!

The two of them couldn't help but their eyes lit up!

But what the two of them didn't expect was that after the black mist was counterattacked, it became even crazier, and the surrounding denser smoke continued to press towards the two of them!

Well……

Yang Luo felt difficulty breathing again, and it became increasingly difficult to move his body.

Han Hanzheng also clearly felt this change. Although his actions did not seem to be greatly affected, the smoke was corroding his eyes and ears. Although he had closed his eyes tightly at this time, there were still two

Bloodstains flowed from his eyes.

If this continues, you will definitely die...

Yang Luo's senses also began to be eroded by the smoke. He was breathing heavily and couldn't help but half-squinting his eyes. As the black mist became thicker and thicker, the internal energy in his body was consumed faster and faster. If this continued

, when his internal energy is exhausted and Qianyuan's body protection is no longer sustainable, that is when he will die.

Yang Luo's brain was running wildly, but he couldn't think of a way to turn the situation around.

Is it possible that someone like me, Yang, is going to die here today?

Yang Luo's consciousness gradually blurred, and his chest contracted and expanded rapidly, but he couldn't absorb much air at all.

Bang!

Yang Luo didn't hold on, he knelt on the ground on one knee, punched the ground with his right arm, and supported his body tightly. Now his whole body wanted to lie directly on the ground, but he knew that he couldn't, as long as he lay down

Once down, you can never get up again.

I can't hold on anymore...

In the end, Yang Luo even started to give up in his heart! Since death is inevitable, how about dying in a more comfortable position?

Yang Luo thought with abandonment.

However, just when Yang Luo was about to give up, suddenly, with his eyes about to close, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw something different.

What is that?

Yang Luo half-squinted his eyes and stared at the object. Finally, he could barely see it clearly.

It's the evil-proofing talisman! The evil-proofing talisman that he threw in from the beginning and was swallowed up without a trace.

However, at this time, the evil-proofing talisman had lost any brilliance and turned into a piece of yellow waste paper, floating in a cloud of black mist.

Maybe? No need to die?

Yang Luo's mind turned around and he thought of a way. Then he immediately stood up and wanted to walk to the exorcism talisman. However, although the two were not far apart, Yang Luo was unable to do anything.

"Master Han, help me get the talisman on the right!"

Yang Luo used his last strength to shout to Han Guozheng.

At this time, the situation in South Korea was getting worse and worse. Hearing Yang Luo's cry, he opened his eyes with blood, which was already covered with blood, and found the talisman that Yang Luo was talking about in the blood.

Han Guozheng didn't know what Yang Luo was going to do, but he did not hesitate. He cut through the thick fog in front of him with his sword again, rushed to the dim talisman in a few steps, grabbed it in his hand, and ran

He walked to Yang Luo and handed the talisman into his hand.

The moment the evil-proofing talisman returned to his hand, Yang Luo also saw its attributes again.

[Anti-evil Talisman] It has the effect of warding off evil spirits, protecting the body and keeping safe. (Can be recharged)

Spiritual value charging...

Yang Luo did not hesitate. In an instant, his spiritual value was reduced by 10 points, and the evil-repelling talisman, which had been turned into waste paper, once again released a dazzling brilliance.

Immediately, the black mist surrounding Yang Luo and South Korea retreated, and the pressure on the two men suddenly relaxed. Yang Luo once again breathed the ordinary but precious air at this time.

Yang Luo stood up again in an instant.

"Master Han, don't look at me, just keep cutting me!"

Yang Luo woke up the stunned Han Guozheng who was watching on the side. Han Guozheng also reacted. He held the seven-star sword and under the halo of the evil-proof talisman, he once again launched a more violent attack on the endless black mist around him.

The black mist gradually retreated, and Yang Luo and Han Guozheng couldn't help but feel happy on their faces!

However, at this moment, the evil-repelling talisman in Yang Luo's hand became dim again.

No power again?

Yang Luo did not hesitate and silently recited the spiritual value charge again...

In an instant, the evil-proof talisman that was about to extinguish once again released a dazzling golden light.

The surrounding black mist, under the dual pressure of the evil-proofing talisman and South Korean Zheng, gradually began to recede. The black mist that originally tightly wrapped the two people in it finally showed some loopholes. The people outside were at this moment.

, and also saw that the originally dark black mist seemed to turn into a sieve, and dazzling golden light pillars suddenly burst out from it.

Finally, after Yang Luo charged the evil-repelling talisman for the third time, the smoke that trapped the two of them finally burst open!

I saw terrifying faces, roaring and hovering over the crowd, and then fled in all directions.

"You're so evil, where can I escape?"

Yang Luo jumped up to one of the faces that was about to fly away, and then stuck the evil-proofing talisman into it. Han Hanzheng also rushed over in an instant, slashing at the black mist with more than ten knives in a flash.

Finally, with the combined efforts of the two of them, the terrifying faces in the black mist finally dissipated with unwilling roars.

But the other groups of black mist have long disappeared!

The two looked at each other...

"How many clouds of black mist were there just now?"

"Seven regiments!"

"What happens after you chop off a bunch?"

"Six regiments left!"

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"Now things are going big!"

The two of them sighed helplessly...

(Thanks again to Yanzhu Guanjia who wants to change jobs for the 500 coins, and Meng Mengcai for the 100 coins!)


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