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A group of monks in the City of Innocence subconsciously solidified their expressions, standing rigidly in place, not daring to move.
They are always worried that the city lord will suddenly recover and come back to life.
However, after waiting for a while, there was no reaction from the city lord's body.
There was a strange smell of burnt meat, coming from the wound of the corpse.
"The city lord... is really dead?" Kuixin stepped forward and touched the city lord's body with a knife, incredulously asked.
"The power of a sword," Elroman said with emotion.
"I didn't expect it to be such a monster, I really didn't expect it."
"The frightening days are finally over"...
Most of the monks still showed a happy smile, after all, no one liked being put into a remote-controlled bomb.
"By the way, what happened to the Sword God?"
Everyone calmed down and looked towards the direction where Ye Fan fell in the distance.
Undoubtedly, seeing the battle just now, everyone was completely convinced by the name of the "Sword God".
Kuisin and Elroman even had some lingering fears. If Ye Fan didn't intend to kill people, they would have died early.
Ye Fan killed the city lord, although it was not to save them, but it was tantamount to returning them to freedom, which was kind to them.
I felt even more embarrassed at this moment, feeling that the previous performance was too reckless and disrespectful.
In ruins.
Ye Fan's head was dizzy, and in a dark world, he vaguely heard someone calling his name.
"Ye Fan! Ye Fan, wake up! How is your kid!?"
In front of him, Liu Qinghou's figure gradually emerged.
"Uh..." Ye Fan felt like his lungs had been burned, and exhaled with difficulty.
His hair was dull, his complexion was sallow, his lips were pale and dry, and his whole figure was like an old man with exhausted lamps, lifeless at all.
"You kid! You finally woke up... You were too pretentious! See how you hurt yourself! If you make a mistake, you really won't be able to wake up!"
Liu Qinghou helped Ye Fan to lean against a wall.
Ye Fan didn't have any strength at all, and his whole body was sore and soft, and there was no place that didn't hurt.
The key point is that he found that his spirit body is also extremely weak, and the whole person is dilapidated from the inside out, and it has been hollowed out...
Liu Qinghou was right, he was no different from having died once.
Because he couldn't control the power consumed by his last sword at all.
I was swinging my sword with my vitality, and if the last sword was more violent, maybe it really crossed the boundary of life and death, and I couldn't wake up completely!
No matter how strong his physique and no matter how abundant his mental power is, once the recovery speed can't keep up with the consumption, it is tantamount to suicide.
Just like a plant, no matter how strong it is, if it loses too much water, it will naturally die.
"Using a power that you can't control at all, Xiaoye Fan, my ancestor admits that you are bolder than me.
I don't want to die with such an ugly monster." Xiao Rou was sitting on the wall, shaking her slender legs.
A wry smile appeared at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, and said weakly, "I know... You won't try your best... Then I have to fight it on my own..."
At this time, a group of monks from the City of Innocence also leaned in one after another.
Seeing Ye Fan's appearance at this time, a group of cultivators showed complex colors.
Everyone can tell that Ye Fan is now very weak, I am afraid that anyone can kill him if he goes up.
In this way, the sword god who has just become the first man in the wild may fall hurriedly...
Liu Qinghou was clearly aware of this, especially since Ye Fan had defeated three guards just now.
"Xiao Rou, take Ye Fan away quickly," Liu Qinghou said in a low voice, watching the group of people behind him vigilantly.
Without waiting for Xiao Rou to say anything, Kuixin stared angrily: "The surname is Liu! What do you mean!? Who do you think Kuixin is!
Our members of the Kui family will not take advantage of the despicable behavior of others! "
"The sword god and me have no grievances, and they killed the city lord and broke the curse in my body. How could I harm him?" Eroman also said.
Both of these people expressed their opinions like this, and naturally some of the people who were unscrupulous in the back didn't dare to make a mistake.
Liu Qinghou breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm the one who's worried, please don't mind."
At this moment, Shulanting silently took out the Shanhe pen.
"Shulanting! What are you doing?!" Liu Qinghou said nervously.
Xiao Rou rolled her eyes on the battlements, "Xiao Liu, what are you nervous about? She is not murderous, are you stupid?"
Liu Qinghou also cares but chaos. After all, Ye Fan is not only a descendant of his deceased, but also a descendant he admires very much.
Although the strength gap is huge, he still has the mentality of an elder.
Shulanting calmly raised his pen and wrote the word "run".
Suddenly, a stream of spiritual energy full of vitality floated in the air, and it fell on Ye Fan.
These spiritual energy quickly submerged into Ye Fan's body...
Everyone realized that it was Shulanting who was healing Ye Fan.
"Thanks… "
Ye Fan was groggy at this moment and murmured.
However, he immediately discovered that these highly concentrated aura rain dew hadn't helped his body much? !
Shulanting also showed doubts, as if she didn't expect that her treatment would not work.
"This... how could it be? Such a vitality rain dew, even if it is not enough, it should have some effect!"
A group of monks talked, showing incomprehension.
There are also some people who seem to understand something...
"It seems that the injury of the sword god is too serious, and his ability to absorb spiritual energy is already very weak."
"If you want to recover quickly, I am afraid it will be difficult. It will take a long time to adjust."
Ye Fan raised his right hand with difficulty and placed it on his left wrist to get his pulse.
He no longer has the mental power to perform introspection, so he can only diagnose and treat himself through this method.
Sure enough, his bodily functions were too weak, and he could not absorb any nutrients, including aura, and could not quickly recover with aura.
The backlash of the quadruple disintegration was really serious, but he was also mentally prepared.
"Ye Fan, don't be discouraged. Take your time. You can always recover. When your body functions are adjusted, the recovery will be very fast," Liu Qinghou comforted.
Ye Fan smiled bitterly, it wouldn't matter if it was the past, it doesn't matter if he rests for a few years.
But now that the evil spirits are invading, the Chaos Void Swallowing is still advancing, and he has been so badly injured and turned into a useless person, but what should be done.
At this moment, Xiao Rou, who was sitting on the wall, had her big round eyes suddenly shining!
She stared straight at the two figures walking slowly on the far street...
"Ye Wuya!!?"
Xiao Rou let out a cry of surprise, as if it turned into a red cloud, and quickly fell over!
Liu Qinghou was startled suddenly, and quickly turned around to look around.
Ye Fan showed suspicion and frowned slightly.
As for the other monks, they didn't know at all, so they turned around and looked over...