The broken blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured. But the red spots on his face were still creeping up in the Chaoming Palace, and he was almost a stone's throw away from the formation.
It was only after being hit by Xue Xian that the red dot stopped for a moment before moving again. The speed was much slower than before, and it seemed to have returned to its original, most difficult appearance.
He coughed a few times, but couldn't read a single sentence of scriptures, so he simply opened his eyes. For some reason, even at this moment, he didn't seem to be panicking, and it seemed that he had another move. If it was someone else, maybe they would hesitate at this time, and would not attack rashly, so as not to let them take advantage of the loopholes.
But he met Xue Xian.
Zu Hong raised his eyes and saw a man in black standing under the top of the black cloud, with the remaining Xuan Lei flickering slightly at his feet, and the bright lights of the dull thunder one after another on the top of his head, reflecting his complexion. White, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes. It's just that his whole body exudes a heavy and perverse aura, so that even the corners of his pursed lips show an evil spirit.
The most important thing is that in the depths of his dark pupils, there is a faint hint of red.
This is a sign of enchantment.
Whether it is a self-taught mortal or a heavenly creature, it is possible to go crazy. Maybe he went astray in the training process, maybe he entered the battle by mistake, maybe he took the pill wrongly, and maybe he had a backlog of violent energy for a long time.
But no matter what kind, as long as they become demons, they will become very scary, because they are not controlled at all.
So Zu Hong just glanced at him, and then all kinds of thunder slashed straight down again. In the severe pain of cutting the flesh and scraping the bones, Zu Hong frowned and used the inner and spiritual energy to protect the major lifelines in the body again.
And the man in black, who was full of surly aura, walked towards the deep pit without caring amidst the thunder and lightning, lowered his eyes condescendingly and looked down, suddenly tilted his head, hooked his lips and smiled, saying: "I heard that you are the one who pumped my keel?"
He looked at it for a while, then simply squatted down with the hem of his clothes, looked at all kinds of thunder and lightning with an extremely indifferent gaze, and said casually: "I am a bit of a conscience, you have all the bones in your body. It’s not even half as long as my keel, so I’m thinking that you are equal. Since you slapped my keel alive, then let me slap yours too…”
As he said that, he raised a hand lightly, and his long, white fingers were so beautiful that they didn't look like they had been stained with blood. Seeing him bend his fingers, hold something in the air, and gently pull back with an expressionless face.
Zu Hong immediately groaned, his palms together shook, and his left hand immediately grabbed the wrist of his right hand.
He felt that the man in black was pulling out his finger bones alive through his flesh. That feeling of separation of flesh and blood is painful.
At that moment, Zu Hong suddenly wanted to gamble. The man in black saved Xuan Min at a critical moment, and the relationship must be very close. Naturally, his pain would not arouse the attention of the man in black, but Xuan Min did not.
No one will ignore the pain of their comrades, even if only a little hesitant...
Just give him a chance...
Zu Hong thought like this, and immediately said in a hoarse voice: "I am connected with him on the same birthday, and if I die, he will not live. As long as he lives, I will not die. All the pain of flesh and blood will be thrown into Him. Like this, are you going to continue to kill?"
Seeing Jiang Songshan above the rocks, Xuan Min squeezed his right hand tightly. There was no expression on his face, if Zu Hong himself knew it, he would never have seen that Xuan Min was enduring great pain.
What's the point of enduring so much
Others may not understand it, but Zu Hong can't understand it any more.
The reason why he had such a calm face did not reveal a single bit of pain, just to take revenge for not disturbing the man in black. And hatred must be settled in person, and no one else is qualified to replace it.
Who knew that the man in black glanced at Jiang Songshan indifferently. There was a moment of confusion and doubt in his eyes, and he suddenly returned to his expressionless face, and said calmly: "Who is that? Should I recognize it?"
Said, he withdrew his gaze, sneered and looked at Zu Hong again, and the fingers held by the void pulled back again.
Xuan Min on the rock froze, gave him a deep look, then lowered his eyes and closed his eyes.
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After Xue Xian left the valley before, he went straight here with the words "Jiang Songshan" by the Songyun Warlock. It's just that he has never experienced such a profound sadness that it is difficult to break free. This sadness is the same as the bone-breaking hatred, and the backlog of violence in the past six months is in the same body.