Tang Hao and Sword Douluo took Jiang Siming and flew out of Wuhun City quickly, but Bibi Dong and other Wuhun Palace masters were chasing after them.
"Dirty old man, Uncle Hao! Put me down, take me with you, you can't escape!" Jiang Siming, who was already injured due to the bumpy running, couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood, and said with some relief.
Even if Wuhundian lets Tang Hao go, it is impossible for him to let him go. Even if he escapes back to Shrek Academy, what can he do? He will just bring disaster to his lover and companions.
Tang Hao and Sword Douluo were both a little silent. The current situation had exceeded everyone's expectations. Even Bibi Dong himself did not expect that Jiang Siming would get the attention of God just from the Fourth Ring Soul Sect.
Nearly ten titled Douluo, a group of powerful soul saints and above, do they really have a chance to leave unscathed?
"Boy Jiang, first use your soul power to stabilize your injuries. I don't believe that his Spirit Hall can really cover the sky with one hand!" Sword Douluo's eyes showed a hint of determination.
"Dirty old man!" Jiang Siming seemed to see Sword Douluo's intention.
Tang Hao, who was carrying Jiang Siming, was also surprised by Sword Douluo's choice.
Sword Douluo suddenly stopped, and the huge Seven Kills Sword appeared again. The sword was swung, and a gap temporarily blocked the powerful men in Wuhun Hall.
"Let's go!" Sword Douluo shouted with all his strength.
"Dirty old man! What are you doing? Come back!" Jiang Siming shouted almost frantically, his dry cough making his voice growl.
"Calm down! Si Ming, do you want Sword Douluo to die in vain?" Tang Hao was also deeply shocked by Sword Douluo's decisiveness.
"You bastards of Wuhun Palace! Remember this, I'm Jian Chenxin, come on!" Sword Douluo roared with a loud smile. Originally he only had a few white hairs, but now they are all silver-white. Seven Kills
The giant sword surged again, and its overwhelming momentum even turned the surrounding vegetation into powder in an instant.
"Uncle Hao, put me down, I beg you, put me down! I beg you! What's the difference between living like this and dying!" Jiang Siming struggled crazily as he looked at the back that had gradually become blurry.
"Si Ming!" Tang Hao's mood was extremely complicated at this time and he didn't know what to say.
"Uncle Hao! Put it down." Jiang Siming's voice suddenly became deeper and he stopped struggling, and his whole body began to exude a terrifying aura.
"Si Ming, what did you do!" Tang Hao felt Jiang Siming's increasing aura, but he also noticed that Jiang Siming's body seemed to be shrinking little by little. This situation that should not have occurred at the same time made Tang Hao suddenly
Time is also very shocking!
"Uncle Hao, this cheap old man deserves to live!" Jiang Siming slowly raised his head. His originally handsome appearance had become haggard, as if he was about to burst, and the voice in his mouth seemed to have dried up.
Tang Hao looked at Jiang Siming's changes in shock. He couldn't help but stop and let go. He let go of Jiang Siming's hand that he was holding tightly.
Jiang Siming staggered and stood still.
Blood kept dripping from Jiang Siming's body, and one hand had already reached into the Dantian. The heartbreaking pain did not make Jiang Siming show any expression at this moment. The Dantian was broken, and a large amount of original energy was lost.
Jiang Siming's face was already like a piece of dry wood.
The bloody hand slowly pulled out, carrying two original sword energies, one gray and one red. The Absolute Immortal Sword and the Immortal Killing Sword quietly emerged.
Jiang Siming opened his hands, and two sword energy merged into the sword body, exuding an aura that even Tang Hao was moved by.
Jiang Siming quickly grasped the two immortal swords with his withered hands and rushed towards Sword Douluo at an extremely fast speed, blood spreading everywhere he passed.
Looking at Jiang Siming's galloping back, Tang Hao's eyes sparkled, and the huge Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand again.
"The sword breaks the nine heavens!" The silver-haired Sword Douluo held a huge sword that exuded a terrifying aura and kept swinging it, forcing back a group of Spirit Hall experts. Not even Bibi Dong dared to come any closer.
"Hahaha! Rejoice! I have spent my whole life, and I shall have all the fun today!" Sword Douluo laughed, but the vitality in his body was weakening little by little. This kind of strength gained by consuming vitality is ultimately a fleeting thing, just for life.
The final splendor.
"Damn it! That old guy is going to die!" The strong men in Wuhun Palace looked at Sword Douluo who was burning with life at this moment, with a hint of admiration in their eyes.
"Give them all to me, he wants to die! I will help him!" At this moment, Bibi Dong seemed to be going crazy, and there seemed to be a trace of jealousy in Jian's mind.
A group of titled Douluo joined the battle again, constantly consuming Sword Douluo's vitality. Sword Douluo's bleeding wounds could no longer heal, and they were about to run out of fuel.
"Sword Dao Chen Xin! I'm afraid I won't be as good as you in this life, but today, die!" A Titled Douluo from Wuhun Palace holding a snake spear grabbed Sword Douluo's flaw and pointed it at Feng's throat.
Feeling the snake spear that was about to pierce his throat, Sword Douluo already felt the sting even though he hadn't touched it.
Sword Douluo slowly closed his eyes, as if giving up resistance.
"Well, it doesn't matter if I die, I just want to see the boy no longer. I can't see Rongrong getting married, so I'm a little sad." Sword Douluo slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.
There was a "bang", and a sudden gray sword energy suddenly opened a huge hole in the chest of the titled Douluo holding the snake spear, and the whole person vomited blood and flew backwards.
Jiang Siming's ghostly figure drew a sword energy barrier around Sword Douluo at an extremely fast speed, and blocked with his two swords, blocking the attacks of other powerful men in Wuhun Hall.
"Boy Jiang." Sword Douluo looked at that familiar figure and finally fell unconscious from exhaustion.
The attacks hit the sword energy barrier one after another, and a trace of thick black blood flowed from the corner of Jiang Siming's dry mouth. A crack appeared in the sword energy barrier and spread rapidly.
"Jiang Siming!" Bibi Dong looked at the haggard Jiang Siming in front of her in deep shock. Her eyes became more and more crazy, and the shadow of the green Spider King appeared behind her. She waved two green lights and slashed the cloth.
The cracked sword energy barrier was completely torn to pieces.
"Si Ming!"
The huge Clear Sky Hammer fell from the sky, knocking out the strong men attracted by Jiang Siming to the Spirit Hall.
"Uncle Hao! Take the cheap old man away quickly, she just wants me to die." Jiang Siming said and inadvertently showed a smile, and the cracked skin moved the corners of his mouth, and black viscous blood oozed out.
Tang Hao looked at Jiang Siming's miserable state, and when he looked at Sword Douluo, who was already full of white hair, his hand holding the handle of the Haotian Hammer became harder and harder.
"Uncle Hao, take the cheap old man away!" Jiang Siming used his last strength to push Tang Hao away. Two green cross-shaped light slashes instantly broke through Jiang Siming's chest.
"Leave them all to me!" Bibi Dong's voice came again.
"Hurry up and take the cheap old man away!" Jiang Siming stared at Tang Hao.
Tang Hao finally hugged Sword Douluo. Tang Hao had not known how it felt to cry for a long time, but his eyes were already misty.
"I, Tang Hao, swear! You will all be my enemies for life!"