Nangong Feiran's Xuan rank is above the Earth Xuan, in the realm of Nirvana, at his age, he can be regarded as a high-level Xuan practitioner.
However, with his ability, he was powerless against five corpse puppets.
And what allowed him to last for such a long time was all due to the long sword in his hand.
The long sword should be a weapon above the supreme grade, and it has been contaminated with the spirit of the spell.
When the sword energy swept across the corpse puppets, those corpse puppets would subconsciously avoid the long sword's attack.
And when the long sword touched the black robe of one of the corpse puppets, a puff of green smoke burst out from that black robe, revealing half of the white bones under the black robe.
However, when one person defends against five corpse puppets, even with a long sword to protect the body, it is inevitable that the corpse puppets will be injured.
After the last mercenary crossed the fire, he just breathed a sigh of relief when his arm was scratched by the bones of one of the corpse puppets.
Nangong Feiran moved quickly, resisting the severe pain of his arm being corroded, and swung the sword straight away!
The corpse puppet quickly retracted its bones.
From the corroded arm came the fragrance of human blood.
The other four corpse puppets howled frantically, and a bloodthirsty red light was faintly visible under the black robe.
Surrounded by swarms, Qiqi leapt towards Nangong—
Nangong Feiran's heart sank, and he glanced sideways at the blood-oozing arm, and could vaguely see his own bones.
The cold yin qi spread from the wound on his arm in his body.
As the corpse puppets approached, Nangong Feiran wanted to raise his sword to force them back, but the cold air made his whole body cold, and his fingers holding the long sword were a little stiff.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move his arm.
An increasingly intense cold air hit his face.
Nangong Feiran closed his eyes in despair, that's all... It's worth sacrificing him alone so that the other brothers can survive.
At this moment, suddenly the arm tightened.
Nangong Feiran felt that something was wrapped around his body, his body lightened immediately, and his whole body was pulled directly by a force.
"Brother!" Nangong Lin rang in her ear with a crying voice.
Immediately, a pair of cold hands pinched his arm directly, and the woman's cold voice came: "Don't touch him, get out of the way."
Nangong Feiran opened his eyes quickly, and met a pair of emotionless eyes.
Those eyes were pitch black and bright, like the bright stars in the sky.
The corners of the eyes are narrow and long, exuding an extremely enchanting and evil charm.
Tossing and turning, a dazzling streamer flowed.
That stream of light rushed into Nangong Feiran's heart.
For some reason, my heart couldn't help beating fast.
Even breathing became a bit stagnant.
"You don't want to touch my brother! You bad woman! You can use these silver threads to bring my brother here, but you have to wait until he is injured and dying to bring him here! You deliberately want to kill my brother!"
Nangong Lin cried and hugged Nangong Feiran's waist tightly, with teary eyes, she stared at the corroded wound on his arm in fear, and she shed tears even more fiercely.
Ye Qingluo didn't have such a good temper.
At this juncture, she was still allowed to use her petty temper.
Ye Qingluo directly clasped Nangong Lin's shoulders, pulled her up easily, and threw her in Ye Fengru's direction.
"If I had pulled your brother over earlier, your brother would have used his life to buy time for you to escape, and it would have been in vain."
Ye Qingluo's tone was ice-cold, and his sneering eyes swept over the mercenaries of the Killing God Corps who were standing beside him, and the corners of their mouths curled up in a cold arc.
If Nangong Feiran's behavior hadn't made her admire, Ye Qingluo would not have rescued her.