"Palace Master, put me down." Zhan Chiyang said with tears in his eyes: "Palace Master treats me like this, I have already died without regret."
"That's so much nonsense!" Zhan Changkong spat out a mouthful of blood, and just now he was slapped by the green ghost, and he opened a little distance.
At this time, there are still fifteen miles away from Jiangbei.
Normally, this distance is reached in an instant.
But after rushing out of the encirclement after a hard fight, and running for dozens of miles with a person, he only felt that his speed was getting slower and slower. The Qi in the body has long been exhausted, and at this moment, it is only by squeezing the potential of the body that it can continue to move forward.
However, every cell is groaning in pain.
Only then did Qing Gui's palm hurt his internal organs quite a bit.
Feeling the two ghosts behind him like maggots on tarsal bones, he felt that the fifteen miles that he had traveled so quickly in the past were like a moat at this moment.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie! Master Zhan, the master of Jinhuan Mansion is like a bereaved dog. Could it be that this generation of Jinhuan Mansion is so greedy for life and afraid of death? No wonder Jinhuan Mansion will surrender... If your elders know about it, they may be too You're going to vomit blood." A floating voice came from behind the two of them.
"Not only is it a lost dog, but it's also as timid as a mouse... It's not slow to run, but its hand strength is a bit weak." Another voice also seemed to come from several directions, making it difficult to grasp the specific location.
"Green ghost, white ghost, we will take revenge someday!" Zhan Changkong cursed while spitting blood.
"Why another day, isn't today the best opportunity?" The previous voice continued to laugh.
Zhan Changkong gritted his teeth and said nothing.
"It's almost time, and Palace Master Zhan doesn't have much strength, right? Why don't we stop and let our brothers give the world-famous and cowardly Palace Master Jinhuan a ride?" Following the words, the speed of the two gradually accelerated, The distance between fifty and sixty meters with Zhan Changkong has been shortened in a short period of time.
"Palace Master Jinhuan, you won't be able to run away, why don't you obediently draw your neck and kill me? Jie Jie!"
Like two streaks of green smoke, the two figures gradually narrowed the distance from Zhan Changkong, chased to Zhan Changkong's left and right respectively, and ran forward parallel to him.
"Stay here!" A figure suddenly floated up and fell behind Zhan Changkong.
A dark green dagger in his hand pierced Zhan Changkong's back hard.
"Go away." Zhan Changkong slashed behind him with all his strength, and the nine gold rings made a crisp metal impact sound at the same time.
"This magic sound confuses the enemy. Your ancestors learned it secretly in our Ten Thousand Ghosts Gate. Do you think it will be effective for the two of us?" The shadow behind Zhan Changkong floated in the air, just dodged the knife, and accelerated Stabbed towards his back.
"Jie Jie, don't struggle anymore, Palace Master Jinhuan can go on the road with peace of mind!" Another figure rushed in front of Zhan Changkong, and what appeared in his hand was a gray dagger.
Zhan Changkong didn't say a word, his body rushed forward, but he felt a chill on his back, and then a pain, blood sprayed from his back. He wanted to clamp the muscles to stop the bleeding, but he couldn't do it right now.
"Mansion Master!" Zhan Chiyang, who was being carried by Zhan Changkong, struggled fiercely, stretched out his arm and blocked the dagger that was looking at Zhan Changkong.
A hand rose to the sky, and Zhan Chiyang held his broken arm, with pain on his face, but he didn't say a word.
"Ah!" Zhan Changkong roared with bloodshot eyes, agitating all the muscles in his body, and squeezed out the last bit of strength to run forward.
"Jie Jie!" There was another strange laugh, and the two continued to follow Zhan Changkong, looking for opportunities to strike, just like wolves on the mountain, each bite must bite off each other's flesh, and at the same time, they must ensure their own safety .
Otherwise, maybe when he was seriously injured, he would be killed by his fellow disciples. Even though the Qingbai two ghosts have entered and exited together for many years, this habit has been preserved.
Spend the least cost to kill the enemy, and sometimes even give up some opportunities.
If it weren't for the characteristics of Wan Guimen disciples, Zhan Changkong might not be able to persist until now.
And both of them knew in their hearts that Zhan Changkong would never be able to hold on any longer, he would not be able to hold on to Jiangbei.
Even Zhan Changkong himself knew that it was all his strength that he could still keep running.
Looking at the torches on Jiangbei City more than a dozen miles away, that is where the fairies and colorful fairies in the painting are, but a sense of despair arose in his heart, and he might not be able to go back.
I hope that Baqian, the director of Zizhu Academy, will treat me kindly to the whole Jinhuan Mansion... Zhan Changkong thought sadly.
At this moment, a black shadow rushed towards him, giving Zhan Changkong a glimmer of hope.
That was the direction of Jiangbei City, and the people coming from that direction... their own people!
"Brother, help me, I'm from the Jinhuan Mansion!" Zhan Changkong yelled with all his strength, he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground.
"Jie Jie!" The two Qingbai ghosts following behind saw the opportunity, and rushed towards Zhan Changkong with a strange smile.
"Ah!" At this moment, Zhan Chiyang, who had been seriously injured before and had his wrist cut off, violently broke away from Zhan Changkong's arm, and blocked Zhan Changkong's back.
flutter
Two daggers pierced into his body almost simultaneously.
Zhan Chiyang spat out a mouthful of blood, with a ferocious expression on his face: "Die! Die!"
With the only remaining hand, he punched a figure.
However, that figure turned into a puff of blue smoke and disappeared.
The other person slashed down the short knife in his hand, almost cutting him open, and then flew away immediately.
The two ghosts, Qing and Bai, were on the left and right, carefully staring at the figure who was running wildly.
"Chiyang!" Zhan Changkong roared, struggling to get up.
At this moment, the figure ran up to Zhan Changkong, kicked him out, and then continued to run wildly.
Seeing this scene, the Qingbai two ghosts also paused, completely unaware of what happened.
Isn't this person who ran from Jiangbei City the opponent's reinforcements
It looks... it doesn't seem to be...
At this moment, another four or five figures rushed towards this direction.
Heavy footsteps hit the ground, every step made a thud. The aura of running made people suspect that even a city wall in front of them could not stop them at all.
The pupils of the two ghosts, Qingbai and Bai, shrank instantly. If the two of them could not confirm the identity of that person just now, they would be able to confirm the identities of these people immediately.
flying ride!
Only the ancient race would run so recklessly, with such a barbaric and fearless aura.
"Walk!"
The two of them turned into green smoke and disappeared into the night almost instantly.
Ten seconds later, those dozens of figures appeared here. Seeing Zhan Chiyang's body, they immediately sent one of them to check on Zhan Changkong who had been kicked away.
"Alive!"
"Send it back to the city!"
One of them carried Zhan Changkong and Zhan Chiyang's body and ran towards the city.
As soon as they ran to the city gate, they heard a chaotic sound of hooves, and then hundreds of flying cavalry came out of the city gate and headed straight to the south.