Chapter six hundred and fiftieth eighth sword is reversed
If this continues, blood loss will kill him.
At this time, a figure appeared on the river bank. It was the little boy. He plunged into the river. The water was very good and dragged Jiang Chen to the shore.
Jiang Chen's body was very heavy, making the boy panting from exhaustion.
If the boy hadn't been very strong, he wouldn't have been able to do it, and he would have drowned.
After resting for a while, the boy dragged Jiang Chen to the hard ground again.
The strange noise startled the little boy and he quickly hid to the side.
The sound came from Jiang Chen's body, or his bones to be precise.
The broken limbs were repairing themselves, and the weird posture gradually returned to normal.
During the whole process, the bones kept crackling, and Jiang Chen was still in a coma.
This is also one of the benefits of the divine body, which is comparable to the recovery power of Ning Haotian's strange beast.
Jiang Chen let out a weak cry, raised his arm, and pressed back the ribs in his abdomen.
Immediately, the puncture wounds on the skin surface healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
“How amazing!”
The boy's eyes were shining, and although he didn't understand what was going on, he was already full of yearning.
At this time, Jiang Chen woke up faintly and kept spitting out river water with blood and broken bones.
Jiang Chen has never felt so uncomfortable as he does now, and he is vomiting all over his body.
After finally not vomiting, Jiang Chen quickly gave himself a magical elixir, which restored calm to his turbulent body.
"Probably dead."
Jiang Chen looked into the sky, feeling a little proud. It was a big deal for the Spirit Lord to kill the Heavenly Lord.
But when he looked around, there was no one to share with, and no one knew how powerful he was just now.
"I will always be a loner."
Jiang Chen sighed, stood up holding a tree, and raised his left hand high.
Two rays of light flew from two different directions, one red and one black, which were the Red Sky Sword and the Black Knife.
Jiang Chen turned around casually, and the sword was sheathed perfectly.
"Green Demon? Black Dragon?" He called in his heart, but there was no movement.
He quickly opened the Eight Heavenly Dragons and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the two pages of the Heavenly and Dragon Tribes still had spiritual consciousness.
As long as it doesn't dissipate, it can be recovered.
The Asura page became blank.
"Who?"
After the pain in Jiang Chen's mind stopped, he noticed someone was nearby.
The breath is very weak, there are two possibilities.
An absolute master, he restrained his aura and approached.
There is another kind of... that is the little boy Jiang Chen saw right away.
He is about seven or eight years old, with black hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, full of anxiety.
Jiang Chen noticed that his body was all wet and there was his own blood on him, and he understood.
"Did you save me?" Jiang Chen asked.
"It's you, your body...your body is just like that..."
The little boy didn't know how to describe Jiang Chen's body's automatic repair, and he was trying hard to make gestures with his hands.
"Haha, without you bringing me to the shore, my body wouldn't be like that."
Jiang Chen followed his example and stretched out his hands to make gestures.
The little boy smiled, but he was still a little shy and scared.
"Brother, was the person you fought with just now a bad person?" the little boy asked.
For a child of this age, everything is black and white, and he is worried that he will save the bad guy.
"A very, very bad person."
Jiang Chen glanced at the little boy and planned to fly away, but found that the sea of spirits in his body was undulating, and he was sweating profusely in pain when he exerted force.
My body recovered, but my strength was no longer needed.
"Let's get out of here first."
Jiang Chen was not sure if anyone from Shengwu Academy would come, so he planned to leave.
He didn't go far when he couldn't help but turn around and saw the little boy following him.
"Why are you following me?"
Jiang Chen thought that there was nothing in the storage spiritual weapon to give to the other party.
Things that are too valuable can bring danger to the little boy.
"That's the cliff over there." The little boy pointed in the direction he was going.
Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly. His current body really couldn't handle the cliff.
If you break into the ferocious beast area, you will die in unknown ways.
"Can you get me out of here?"
The little boy was very happy, nodded vigorously, and began to lead the way for Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen soon learned his name, Xiaofan.
A name without any characteristics is not even a name, but a name.
Jiang Chen noticed that the bamboo basket on his back was filled with various herbs, and his hands and feet were injured to varying degrees.
"Poor child." Jiang Chen thought to himself.
It does not mean that in the Three Realms of China, everyone will be like a dragon and there will be peace and prosperity.
On the contrary, because of the complexity of the Three Realms, survival is more difficult for the weak.
However, Xiaofan didn't show any signs of practicing, which made him curious.
Practicing and becoming stronger is the only way to get rid of fate. Maybe you don't have the ability to get the skills.
But by simply absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, you can figure it out yourself.
He walked up and took Xiaofan's hand, and found that it was not a physical condition that could not be cultivated, but a very good foundation.
When you have your pulse opened at the age of twelve, you may discover that you are a rare genius.
"Xiaofan, do you want to practice?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Do you just fly in the air like big brother?" Xiao Fan asked.
"It's not just about flying, it can also do many, many things."
"I know, but grandpa said that if I can't practice, it will lead to disaster." Although Xiaofan acted very sensible, he could still hear his disappointment when he said this.
Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, he vaguely realized that things were not simple.
After about twenty minutes, Jiang Chen couldn't help but ask: "Xiaofan, how long until we arrive?"
He was accustomed to flying and leaping a thousand meters, but now he could only walk on the mountain road like an ordinary person, which was very unaccustomed to him.
The journey that usually takes just one breath now takes so long.
"there!"
Xiaofan stretched out his hand and pointed not far away, where there was a dense cluster of buildings.
Suddenly, Jiang Chen noticed that Xiaofan's hand holding his suddenly became very tight.
Then Xiaofan let go of Jiang Chen and started running wildly.
Jiang Chen was confused, and then he discovered that the village was billowing with thick smoke and all the houses were burning.
"Fire?"
Jiang Chen was worried and ran as hard as he could regardless of the stinging pain from the sea of gods.
But Xiaofan, who had never practiced before, was faster than he expected, as fast as a gust of wind, and his small body exuded terrifying power.
"Inherit the bloodline?"
Jiang Chen didn't expect that a little boy he met casually would have such good fortune.
Because of this, he was more curious about why he couldn't practice.
When he approached the village, Jiang Chen's expression changed drastically.
What he heard was not the sound of putting out fires, but the sounds of fighting and screams.
Going further, he could see a group of men in black holding butcher knives, killing and chopping anyone they saw.
"Xiaofan!"
Jiang Chen was about to grab Xiaofan, but he had already run into the village.
"hateful."
Jiang Chen couldn't rest assured that this was his savior, so he had no choice but to follow him.
With such a big target, he was immediately noticed by the man in black.
A man in black with a long knife stained red by blood came towards him, his movements were skillful, and the blade fell on the person's weakest point.
The knife struck Jiang Chen's neck, as if it fell on steel.
"What's going on?"
The man in black was greatly frightened, and his exposed eyes widened.
"You held the knife backwards." Jiang Chen said.
"Yeah?"
The man in black pointed the blade at himself and found that he was right.
"idiot."
Jiang Chen pushed hard on his arm, and the blade cut his throat.