The floating battleship moved away at full speed, quickly leaving the burning fortress behind. In the belly compartment of the battleship, Qianye put Song Zining down silently. The Seven Young Masters of the Song clan narrowly escaped death, but they were still in a good mood, and said with a smile: "It seems that this young master is destined, and there are noble people to help him wherever he goes..."
But Qianye didn't respond to his cold joke, but slowly fell to the ground.
Song Zining didn't care at first, and asked, "Are you tired now?" However, seeing that Qianye didn't respond at all, he panicked, rushed up, and shouted, "Hey! You, what's wrong with you?"
Zhao Yuying appeared behind Song Zining, pressed his shoulders, stopped his movements, and said, "If you keep shaking like this, he will really die."
Song Zining forced himself to be calm, let go of his hand, watched Zhao Yuying slowly help Qianye up, and asked, "What's wrong with him?"
Zhao Yuying's face was solemn, and she was obviously uneasy. She reached out her hand several times to touch Qianye's back, but she retracted it halfway. If you struggle several times, you will not have the courage in the end. She let out a sigh of relief, and said to Song Zining, "Qianye... blocked that shot for you. Come here and see how the wound on his back is!"
Song Zining suddenly felt his eyes darken.
Only then did he realize that in the short moment just passed, he subconsciously forgot that he had come across the air and wanted to kill himself with a shot, but he didn't even think about where the shot went. This gun was as powerful as the sea, almost no less than a full-strength blow from the Marquis. How could a strong man who could shoot this gun miss it
At such a moment, Song Zining was more decisive than Zhao Yuying. He gritted his teeth and slowly turned Qianye over, exposing his back.
There was a bowl-sized wound on Qianye's vest. It didn't look very big, but it was extremely deep. It was so deep that the spine could be seen, and half of the spine was eroded!
Such an injury is not considered hopeless for a truly strong person. But now Qianye's wound remained motionless, and the flesh and blood showed no sign of growth, but Song Zining's heart fell into an ice cave instantly.
He knew how strong Qianye's body with blood physique was, and how strong his recovery ability was. Under normal circumstances, for such an injury, the flesh and blood of the wound should grow and recover at a speed visible to the naked eye, but now there is no movement at all. In Song Zining's eyes, this was even more terrifying than normal human beings who were bloody and bloody. Because this means that Qianye's body is losing vitality.
Sure enough, the wound began to ooze clear water-like liquid, and the exposed flesh and blood gradually became strangely pale. In Song Zining's impression, this was a sign that the upper blood race was on the verge of death.
How could it be so easy to take a full blow from the upper blood count
Seeing this, Song Zining suddenly calmed down, gave Zhao Yuying a meaningful look, then picked up Qianye, walked to a cabin next to him, and carefully put Qianye down.
Zhao Yuying followed in for some reason, not understanding what Song Zining was going to do. There was something dangerous in Song Zining's eyes just now.
Song Zining went to the door, closed the hatch with his backhand, blocking Zhao Yuying's sight, and then searched in the spacious belly cabin. As far as the eye could see, they were all Zhao Clan fighters, most of them were those who fought together in the second fortress to the end, and a small number were fighters who withdrew from the first fortress and took part in the defensive battle of the second fortress .
In the cabin, most of these soldiers were wounded, lying or sitting, and they were silent, even the seriously injured ones could not bear to moan.
After looking around, Song Zining suddenly sighed at these comrades who had fought bloody battles together, but still couldn't help himself, so he went back to the cabin and closed the door tightly.
Under Zhao Yuying's suspicious gaze, Song Zining rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, and with two fingers of his right hand, he slid across his veins. A deep wound immediately appeared on his left wrist, and blood gushed out!
Zhao Yuying was taken aback and almost exclaimed. She stared wide-eyed at Song Zining's every move, not understanding why he would have such a self-harming behavior. Song Zining also raised his head to look at her at this moment, his gaze was even more complicated.
A chill suddenly rose in Zhao Yuying's heart, and she actually felt an extremely strong sense of danger from Song Zining, so strong that it was even life-threatening!
Song Zining was actually not in a good condition at the moment. He exhausted his energy in the two fortress defense battles, and suffered dozens of injuries, large and small. It stands to reason that at the moment Song Zining, Zhao Yuying could bring him down with one finger. Even if Song Zining was in his prime, he was no match for her. But now, Zhao Yuying actually has the illusion that life and death are on the line.
Song Zining only glanced at her, then lowered his head, pointed the wound on Qianye's back at the wound on Qianye's back, blood immediately rushed into a stream, and fell on Qianye's wound. His blood was deeply red, and there was a faint mist rising, and it exuded a refreshing smell.
Zhao Yuying was even more surprised that Song Zining's blood was filled with original force! He is very weak now, and this act of injecting force is obviously overdrawing his life.
This hot blood full of origin force was poured on Qianye's wound, and a small pool of blood immediately formed. After the pale flesh and blood of Qianye's wound were soaked in fresh blood, blood soon spread.
Song Zining's left hand remained motionless in the air, and blood gushed out from the wound on his wrist like a spring, pouring on Qianye's body. The blood flow was so fast that Song Zining's face turned pale in a blink of an eye, and his lips lost all color.
In an instant, nearly a small pot of blood was poured into Qianye's wound, and those pale white flesh and blood began to turn red, but the pool of blood did not grow bigger, and all the newly injected blood seemed to be Absorbed by Qianye.
Qianye moved slightly, his originally lifeless body now had a ray of life.
Zhao Yuying was also well-informed, and she understood what was going on at a glance, she took a deep breath, and said in surprise: "Qianye, he..."
Song Zining raised his head and glanced at her, and said calmly, "What happened today is not what he wants. In my eyes, Qianye will always be a human race, and he will always be my brother, Song Zining."
The impact was so great that Zhao Yuying was stunned. At this moment, she finally understood why Song Zining had a strange murderous intent on her just now. After all, the human race and the dark race are irreconcilable. Seeing the human beings infected by the blood race, the instinctive reaction of the imperial soldiers is to kill them on the spot.
If Zhao Yuying made any changes, I'm afraid Song Zining would usher in a desperate culling.
In fact, Zhao Yuying is also very smart. How can anyone be stupid to cultivate to such a level at her age? In an instant, she had roughly guessed the cause and effect thoroughly.
She suddenly reached out and grabbed Song Zining's wrist, sealing the wound on his wrist. This grab was as fast as lightning, and the mighty force instantly sealed Song Zining's body, preventing him from moving.
Although Song Zining had been prepared for a long time, he still had no way to avoid it. He was caught immediately, and all the preparations were stillborn.
Zhao Yuying dragged Song Zining away, then stretched out her left hand, and with a slight shake, a wound opened on her wrist, and blood shot into Qianye's wound like an arrow.
The blood she released was completely different from Song Zining's. The mist rose straight up, like a cloud of arrows shooting straight to the ceiling, and the original force inside was far more concentrated than the top source liquid, let alone Song Zining's comparison.
Zhao Yuying's original force cultivation base was still higher than Song Zining's, and she had recharged her energy and was in a state of full strength, so the original force contained in the blood she released was several times that of Song Zining's. As soon as the blood fell into the wound, Qianye felt it immediately, his whole body shook, the dead flesh and blood fell off one after another, and new flesh and blood grew from below, almost greedily absorbing Zhao Yuying's blood.
Song Zining was struggling desperately, but when he saw this scene, he immediately calmed down.
Zhao Yuying's wrist was filled with blood, but she didn't care at all. She turned her head to Song Zining and said, "In my heart, Qianye will always be the little Wu I hugged when I was young. Besides, with your little knowledge, I also want to Fighting with the old lady? When this matter is over, let's see if the old lady doesn't fix you properly!"
Song Zining immediately put on a bright smile and flattered her: "Sister Yuying is so smart and powerful, how can I compare to it?"
Zhao Yuying snorted, accepted the flattery lightly, and looked at Qianye again.
At this moment, Qianye's whole body was shaking more and more intensely, and the flesh and blood of the wound had begun to grow. At this moment, a plopping sound suddenly sounded in the cabin, like the beating of a war drum, and Qianye's blood core began to pulsate again.
Once the blood core was revived, Qianye's vitality was completely restored. The large amount of blood obtained from Song Zining and Zhao Yuying made him immediately enter a state of boiling blood. The flesh and blood of the wound began to grow at an astonishing speed, and even the damaged bones were being repaired.
Qianye snorted and slowly woke up.
"Okay." Song Zining signaled to Zhao Yuying, asking her to seal the wound on her wrist. In just a short time, more than half of the blood in Zhao Yuying's body was lost, and if it continued to flow, even with her strength, her life would be in danger.
Qianye opened his eyes, regained consciousness, and was immediately surprised by the surprisingly strong state of boiling blood in his body. But before losing consciousness, Qianye clearly remembered that he had been fatally shot, and was so seriously injured that even the blood core lost its vitality. But what's going on now
Qianye struggled to stand up, saw Song Zining and Zhao Yuying, saw their pale faces, and also saw the wounds on their wrists, and immediately understood what happened.
Qianye suddenly felt something rolling up and down in his throat. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.
Zhao Yuying put on a straight face at the moment, and said: "I don't know anything, and I don't want to listen to boring questions. If you have anything to say, talk to someone else. Goodbye!"
Qianye was stunned, and as soon as he looked at Song Zining, the Seventh Young Master said calmly, "I am seriously injured, exhausted physically and mentally, and I am just about to find a few beauties to discuss the truth of life and the mysteries of the great way, so don't come if there is nothing important disturb."
After all, the two of them left the hatch one after the other, not giving Qianye a chance to speak at all.
"You guys..." Looking at the figures of the two with their footsteps floating, Qianye didn't know what to say.