Lin Xiong could manage to support it. After all, he was a master of martial arts master level, and Sun Xu's teaching method was very different from that of the earth. His strength could suppress ordinary martial arts masters. Three or five would not be a problem.
If he had to fight to the death, even a Golden Core cultivator would dare to leave a few wounds on his body.
However, Lin Ran and Xu Yuan could not survive. Lin Ran himself was not strong enough, and he had to take care of Xu Yuan. Soon, he was covered in wounds, and there was a wound of nearly 20 centimeters on his back.
The T-shirt itself and the underwear straps on the upper body were directly scratched, and blood dripped for a while, and the spring suddenly appeared, and it was in a miserable state.
Although Xu Yuan said he was very scared, now was not the time to be scared. His eyes were wide open, he was looking at who he was, and he was gritting his teeth, lest he scream out in fear.
Another dagger appeared silently behind Lin Ran. Lin Ran, who was already a little staggering, was about to die.
Lin Xiong, who was ten meters away, suddenly rose up, and soon he hit the man heavily from a distance of more than ten meters.
He directly killed the guy who was about to assassinate Lin Ran. He vomited blood at the mouth and passed out directly. However, the price was two long swords that penetrated Lin Xiong's body and almost nailed him to the man behind him.
"Junior brother!"
Lin Ran suddenly turned around and saw Lin Xiong struggling. He suddenly felt his head was hot, his mouth was dry, and his throat seemed to be on fire. The true energy stopped flowing and instead merged into the meridians. Even the blood almost stopped flowing.
.
The beating of his heart was getting slower and slower, making Lin Ran feel very heavy all over. Even breathing was becoming more and more difficult. His hands and feet were cold, his face was pale, and he seemed to be scared to death.
It's a long story, but in fact it only lasts a few seconds, and the enemy won't be stunned.
A man standing in front of Lin Ran and Xu Yuan suddenly stood up and slapped Lin Ran on the back. Xu Yuan, who was holding Lin Ran with one hand, already knew that he was a
man.
The hardships he suffered as a child made him extremely mature.
"Senior sister, wake up quickly!"
Lin Ran remained motionless, as if his soul had been sucked out. The flow of blood was still slowing down, and the blood had begun to fluctuate. A mysterious power was slowly being awakened.
Seeing that the palm force had already reached Lin Ran, Xu Yuan had no choice but to push Lin Ran hard, pushing the senior sister to the ground, exposing himself instead.
A palm was directly printed on his shoulder. His little body was sent flying for more than ten meters. He rolled several times and one of his arms was completely disabled. Even in such pain, Xu Yuan still did not cry out, but struggled.
Wanting to get up.
Sun Xu, who was secretly observing, couldn't help but feel warm in his heart when he saw this scene. No matter how talented his disciples were, their character could be said to be passable, and his hard work was not in vain.
Before Xu Yuan could get up, a hand fell down and picked him up directly.
Lin Ran, who was lying on the ground, turned his head with difficulty, looked at Xu Yuan, and uttered three words with difficulty: "Little Junior Brother!"
Suddenly his whole body was shaken and he stood up from the ground: "Let go of my little junior brother!"
A palm was heavily printed on her back vest, but the scene people wanted to see did not appear. On the contrary, the owner of the palm felt that what he touched seemed to be a corpse, cold and stiff.
Before he could react, the true energy in his body had already leaked out. In just a few breaths, he collapsed to the ground, and a woman's palm without any blood fell on his neck.
With a slight exertion, the head drooped down under the influence of gravity.
Lin Ran took a slight step forward, and her long hair, which was just under her shoulders, began to grow crazily. The Pacific sea breeze blew by, and her long black hair, which was more than one meter long, was flying in the wind.
A hard roar came from his mouth, as if he was experiencing extremely difficult pain.
A little bit of tiny blood droplets emerged from her skin, and her whole body almost turned into blood, looking extremely horrifying.
"Stop her!"
Some of the enemies already felt that something was wrong, but it was too late. From the moment Lin Ran stood up, everything was broken. It was time for the senior sister of Tianxing Sect to prove herself.
"Kill over and help Miss Lin!" The Chinese monks who were blocked on the outside also shouted and began to rush towards this side with all their strength. The guys who were blocking them also started to take action.
However, it is not for the purpose of hurting people, it is just to stop these people. But for the Chinese monks, these are their enemies.
I already knew that this time was the Hongmen Banquet for the Chinese monks, so I had better start it in advance. If it wasn’t just killing people or being killed, who should be afraid of whom?
No need, Lin Ran's figure rose into the air, and those who came towards him were many masters of the martial arts master level.
Her long black hair seemed to be flying around, and the blood that seeped out from the front was sucked back by her half-heartedly. Apart from being a little frighteningly white, there was nothing different about her from ordinary people.
She had a ghost-like figure. Sun Xu had been teaching her for a year, but she couldn't perform it before. However, now Lin Ran could perform it without any problems.
With a gentle step, he stepped over a distance of more than ten meters, and ripples seemed to appear in the air one by one, which was breathtaking to watch.
A martial arts master seemed to have been delivered to Lin Ran by himself. His slender white jade-like fingers touched the center of his eyebrows. His thin black body suddenly fell to the ground. There was a black hole between his eyebrows, but there was no trace of blood.
flow out.
The martial arts master who was holding Xu Yuan looked at Lin Ran with a horrified expression and staggered back a few steps. It was obvious that this soft persimmon had now become extremely hard.
Lin Ran was faster than him, but he felt a dark shadow flash before his eyes, a few hairs flashed past his eyes, and then he fell into boundless darkness.
The moment he fell to the ground, people saw the man's face. There were dense blood marks on it, as if someone had brushed it with a roof, but there was no blood flowing out either.
Pulling Xu Yuan over, Lin Ran squatted down and touched Xu Yuan's face: "Junior brother, does it hurt?"
"Senior sister, I don't feel pain!" Xu Yuan held back and struggled to speak a few words.
"It doesn't hurt yet, I'm almost crying!" Lin Ran smiled and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of Xu Yuan's eyes.
The three golden elixir monks who were entangled with Feng Hui looked at each other. One of them suddenly moved away, and the next second a sword beam of more than ten meters fell on Lin Ran's back. (To be continued)