In the mountain stove!
Princess Qinghuan held her sword against the neck of Holy Son Sixin. He looked at the hole nervously.
The situation outside was so dangerous that even Princess Qinghuan could see that it was bad. Even the black eagles found it difficult to fly into the sky because the sky outside was already filled with cranes from the Scarlet Lian Holy Land.
The crane's strength is average, but the crane is in the Wuzong realm. Can Wang Xiong and the others stop it from suppressing it from the air
"Easy, be gentle, Su Qinghuan, be gentle!" Holy Son Sixin said, wanting to cry but without tears.
Princess Qinghuan's sword was pressed against her neck, and a shallow wound was cut on her neck. The key point is that Princess Qinghuan didn't look at it, her hands were shaking and there were more and more wounds.
Holy Son Si Xin couldn't even resist. Three golden needles were inserted into the central channel of his body, and he had no strength at all.
"Don't make a fuss, it's all your fault!" Princess Qinghuan shook her hands.
"Stab it!"
There was a wound on the neck of the Holy Son Sixin.
Holy Son Sixin was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He didn't even dare to defend himself, for fear that Princess Qinghuan's hands would shake again.
"I'm bleeding, be careful, okay? Princess Qinghuan!" Holy Son Sixin begged for mercy.
"Ah, it's really bleeding!" Only then did Princess Qinghuan realize.
"Princess Qinghuan, how about we discuss it? Let me go, and I promise, in the name of the Holy Lord, Commander Zuo will definitely withdraw his troops!" Holy Son Sixin begged for mercy.
"No, you want to lie to me, no way!" Princess Qinghuan's eyes widened.
His hand shook angrily, and with a 'stab' sound, a bloody gash was opened on the neck of the Holy Son Sixin, and blood flowed continuously.
Holy Son Sixin’s face turned green with fright.
"Okay, okay, okay, if you don't let me go, can you take your sword away?" Holy Son Sixin begged for mercy.
"No, what if Zuo Baifeng breaks in and I don't have time to chop off your head?" Princess Qinghuan said firmly.
Holy Son Sixin: "...!"
Holy Son Sixin felt that there was no hope left. Unless Zuo Baifeng retreated, he would be dead today. This silly girl in front of him only listened to Wang Xiong and didn't care about anything, not even his own safety.
"What if, what if it's not Wang Xiong who comes in, and it's not Zuo Baifeng?" Holy Son Sixin said pitifully.
"As long as it's not Wang Xiong, I'll chop your head off!" Princess Qinghuan said firmly.
The holy son of Sixin wants to cry but has no tears.
Just when the Holy Son Sixin couldn't see any hope.
"Plop"
A black shadow suddenly fell down.
"Who?" Princess Qinghuan asked with her hands shaking in fear.
"Don't move, blood vessel, my blood vessel is about to burst!" Holy Son Sixin cried.
"It's me, Qinghuan girl! Cough cough cough!"
A cough came from not far away.
"Ah? Seventh Brother? Why have you changed like this? Why did you come down?" Princess Qinghuan exclaimed.
Ying Dong's whole body was charred and black, as if he had been seriously injured.
Sixin Holy Son on the side suddenly showed a look of ecstasy when he saw Ying Dong. He wanted to open his mouth to shout, but the long sword was wiping at his neck, so that the words that came to Sixin's lips did not dare to be shouted out.
Even so, Holy Son Sixin was very excited. Ying Dong was here and he was saved.
"I came out to help Yin Chongxu just now, but I was seriously injured and fell from above! Cough cough cough!" Ying Dong spat out blood.
"Are you seriously injured?" Princess Qinghuan asked worriedly.
Princess Qinghuan didn't know that Wang Xiong caused Ying Dong's injury, so she believed Ying Dong instantly.
"Yeah, but I'm okay. Wang Xiong was seriously injured. Now many people are watching Wang Xiong to kill him. Wang Xiong will be unable to stop him!" Ying Dong coughed.
"What?" Princess Qinghuan's expression changed.
"Oh, you can attract thunder from the sky. It would be great if you could help Wang Xiong by his side. He wouldn't be so seriously injured. If someone kills him...!" Ying Dong sighed.
"No, no, Wang Xiong will definitely be fine!" Princess Qinghuan suddenly panicked.
"Princess Qinghuan, my neck, my neck!" Holy Son Sixin was about to cry without tears.
Princess Qinghuan's hands shook when she was nervous. As soon as her hands shook, she pulled the long sword back and forth on the neck of Holy Son Sixin. The neck of Holy Son Sixin was now covered with blood marks.
But Princess Qinghuan paid no attention to Holy Son Sixin, but her heart fell on Wang Xiong outside.
"Ahem, Qinghuan girl, aren't you going to help Wang Xiong? Do you want to see him die in the hands of the people from Chilian Holy Land?" Ying Dong sighed.
"But, but I have to guard Holy Son Sixin, otherwise...!" Princess Qinghuan said worriedly.
"I can't fight anymore, but I can still help you guard Holy Son Sixin. Let me help you guard him. You go and help Wang Xiong, just in case...!" Ying Dong advised.
Princess Qinghuan's eyes were filled with uncertainty. What should I do
If you go out, the task Wang Xiong gave you is... If you don't go out, Wang Xiong may die!
"Okay, I'm going out, be careful! Remember, if Zuo Baifeng comes in, he must kill Holy Son Sixin. You must do it!" Princess Qinghuan said with determination.
"Don't worry!" Ying Dong nodded.
Princess Qinghuan handed the sword to Ying Dong and immediately ran out anxiously.
"Hahahaha, this little girl deceived her with just a few words. Yingdong, I really belong to you!" Holy Son Sixin suddenly laughed.
"Yeah!" Ying Dong nodded and walked up.
"Quick, quick, help me pull out the golden needle. Be careful not to break my midline. When I get out, Wang Xiong will be dead!" Holy Son Sixin said with a ferocious expression.
"Wang Xiong is dead, but what if you can't kill him?" Ying Dong shook his head.
"That's okay. If I escape, Zuo Baifeng can kill Wang Xiong!" Holy Son Sixin said with certainty.
"What if Wang Xiong catches you again when you run out, wouldn't you be back to where you started?" Ying Dong shook his head again.
"Ah? Ying Dong, what nonsense are you talking about? Come on, help me pull out the golden needle. Don't you want Wang Xiong to die?" Holy Son Sixin glared.
"I think Wang Xiong must die, so I want to borrow something from you!" Ying Dong suddenly said with a cold expression.
"What can I borrow?" Holy Son Sixin suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Your life!" Ying Dong's eyes flashed with anger.
"What?" Holy Son Sixin's expression changed.
"Lend me your life! Help Zuo Baifeng put down all scruples and kill Wang Xiong with all his strength! I want Wang Xiong dead, so I'm sorry!" Ying Dong stabbed the Holy Son Si Xin with a ferocious sword.
Holy Son Sixin widened his eyes and looked at Ying Dong in disbelief. The reason why I dealt with Wang Xiong in the past was to help Ying Dong. Why did Ying Dong kill him
"Bah!"
A sword pierced through the heart of Holy Son Sixin.
"puff!"
Holy Son Sixin spurted out a mouthful of blood, and still looked at Ying Dong in disbelief: "Why, why? Cousin!"
"No reason. I just want Wang Xiong to die!" Ying Dong said lightly.
The long sword pierced through Si Xin's heart and was nailed to the mountain wall. Ying Dong immediately stepped towards the entrance of the cave and fled. As he fled, he pretended to be a burnt corpse again and moved towards the outside world.
Holy Son Sixin's heart was broken. As he lay dying, he stared at Ying Dong's leaving figure, with disbelief and unwillingness flashing in his eyes. But even though he was unwilling to give in, the vitality was quickly drained from his heart.
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Baicaodian Square.
"Leader of the Zuo San Road Flag, move closer to Wang Xiong and capture Wang Xiong!" Zuo Baifeng shouted.
Zuo Baifeng did not participate in the battle, and the entire square battle fell into a jelly state. Wang Xiong's long whip was too powerful. In this moment, three hundred Wuzong realms were actually stopped by Wang Xiong. A pair of three hundred
Even a martial saint cannot be as light-weighted as Wang Xiong. But Wang Xiong just did it.
Zuo Baifeng also understood at this moment that Wang Xiong was the core of the opponent, and Princess Qinghuan listened to Wang Xiong's words. Wang Xiong asked Princess Qinghuan to kidnap the Holy Son in the cave, which also cut off his way of sudden attack.
Now, only by capturing Wang Xiong and threatening Princess Qinghuan with Wang Xiong can the Holy Son be rescued.
Zuo Baifeng did not leave the battlefield, but he continued to command his subordinates one after another, constantly pouring combat power into Wang Xiong, which immediately put Wang Xiong under great pressure.
There are more than three hundred Wuzong realms. These are not those mindless zombies. These have already made Wang Xiong's battle difficult. Zuo Baifeng is ordering people to put pressure on him
Wang Xiong's body suddenly became more difficult to cope with.
Just when Wang Xiong was coping with the difficulty, a sword light suddenly broke through the whip net and arrived not far away from Wang Xiong in an instant.
Seeing that it was too late for the long whip to protect him, Wang Xiong's eyes turned cold and he could only prepare to use the power of his soul.
Right now.
"boom!"
Suddenly, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, instantly burning the man to pieces.
Wang Xiong's crisis was resolved.
But where did this thunder come from
Everyone looked up at the sky and suddenly saw a huge dark cloud. Thunder
"boom!"
Another thunderbolt fell from the sky, instantly killing another soldier who was rushing toward Wang Xiong.
The sudden change made everyone stunned, but Wang Xiong was very clear-headed. He thought of something in an instant, turned his head, and suddenly saw Princess Qinghuan holding a royal seal and running towards him tremblingly.
"What? Qinghuan, what are you doing out here?" Wang Xiong's expression suddenly changed and he exclaimed.
Shouldn't Princess Qinghuan kidnap Holy Son Sixin at this time
"I'm worried about you!" Princess Qinghuan suddenly said worriedly.
"Go back quickly, go back quickly!" Wang Xiong screamed.
"It's okay, there are people guarding it!" Princess Qinghuan suddenly laughed.
"I was killed by you!" Wang Xiong suddenly said angrily.
Because, at this moment, Wang Xiong saw Zuo Baifeng rushing over while laughing. The speed was like a beam of light, and there was no time to stop him.
Wang Xiong's unintentional shouting made Princess Qinghuan, who was excited to help, instantly feel cold.
"Killed to death by you?"
Princess Qinghuan's nose suddenly sore. Wang Xiong said something about me
For some reason, Princess Qinghuan felt particularly aggrieved at this moment. I'm obviously here to help you, but you still blame me
If someone else had said it, Princess Qinghuan would have ignored it at all, but at the moment Wang Xiong said it, Princess Qinghuan felt extremely aggrieved, her heart ached, her nose was sore, and she was about to burst into tears.
"Hahahahaha, Wang Xiong, after the Holy Son rescues you, you will be waiting for death!" Zuo Baifeng burst into the mountain stove with a loud laugh.
"Oops!" Wang Xiong looked sad and angry.
Falling short of success
The battlefield was still in chaos, and no one noticed that the situation had reversed at this moment. Only Wang Xiong understood what a dead end it would be.
At the edge of the battlefield, a 'scorched corpse' hurriedly fled to the outside world.
However, Ying Dong did not linger at all, killed Holy Son Sixin, fled far away in a blink of an eye, blamed Wang Xiong and Princess Qinghuan, and looked back with a sneer.
"Wang Xiong, let me see how you die this time!" Ying Dong showed a ferocious sneer. Then he quickly hid.
At the same time, Zuo Baifeng finally arrived at the mountain stove and saw Holy Son Sixin. However, at this moment, Holy Son Sixin had lost his voice. A long sword on his chest was nailed to the inner wall of the mountain stove.
Zuo Baifeng's expression suddenly changed.