Since Chu Shaoyang escaped, it means that the danger has been eliminated.
The people present were both regretful and relieved.
Strangely enough, although Chu Shaoyang was alone, he still put an invisible pressure on them, making them feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.
Because they all know how difficult Chu Shaoyang is to deal with.
Faced with a desperate situation, he is like a trapped beast, still capable of violent attacks and hurting people.
Even if they could kill Chu Shaoyang, the price they paid must be extremely tragic.
Zhui Feng was still worried, so he started Qinggong and searched in all directions, but found no trace left by Chu Shaoyang.
He returned dejectedly, with no joy in his heart but full of annoyance and frustration.
Fortunately, I thought I was the best tracking master in the world, and I couldn't even find Chu Shaoyang's tail hair. If others call me this nickname in the future, it will not be worthy of the name.
"Put me down."
Shen Ning suddenly said, although his voice was soft, it was full of irresistible power.
Only then did Mo Chuan realize that he was still holding her tightly in his arms, with his arms around her slender waist. He breathed in the familiar fragrance, which made him intoxicated, making him intoxicated without realizing it.
After not seeing each other for so long, he finally took her into his arms again, how could he be willing to let her go!
But he loosened his fingers one by one and watched silently as she left his arms and walked towards another man.
That man was also one of the Zixiao Pavilion killers, and he was wearing the unique clothing of the Zixiao Pavilion killers.
But Mo Chuan never imagined that this killer did not kill her, but used his own body to block the fatal blow for her.
This man... I'm afraid he won't survive.
Young Master Qianmian was hit in the back by a palm struck by Chu Shaoyang with all his strength. His meridians were shattered, and his internal organs seemed to be shattered into pieces. He couldn't even move a finger, and he spit out blood one after another. .
With every mouthful of blood he spat out, he felt his strength and heat drain away.
Cold, so cold, getting colder and colder.
His eyes gradually became dull and he looked towards the night sky above his head.
In fact, he couldn't see anything anymore.
Death was so close to him.
"Crack!"
A tear fell on his face, hot, sliding down his cheek and flowing into the corner of his mouth.
It was bitter and astringent, but he tasted a hint of sweetness.
It was this sweetness that suddenly cheered up his already confused consciousness.
"Is it... you? Are you... okay? You're not... injured, are you?" He tried his best to say these words intermittently. After he finished speaking, another mouthful of blood spurted out.
There was no trace of blood on his handsome, snow-white face, and his pair of bright and flowing eyes became dim and dull. The energy was disappearing from his eyes, and the vitality and vitality were also passing away.
Shen Ning looked at him intently, her eyes filled with tears unknowingly.
She reached into her arms, quickly took out a medicine bottle, quickly opened the cork, took out a pill, and then fed it into his mouth.
But he could no longer swallow it, and the pill was quickly stained red by the blood he spit out.
"Eat it, take the medicine and you will be fine. You won't die."
She tried hard to help him swallow, but in vain.
"Listen to me, take a breath and swallow the medicine." She took out the silver needle and quickly inserted it into the acupuncture point on his neck, trying to stimulate him to swallow the medicine.
"It's useless...cough..."