"Whoosh! Boom!"
"ah!"
The whistling fireball technique suddenly attacked towards the Jindan evil cultivator in front, and at that instant it smashed into the body of the Jindan evil cultivator and exploded again with a rumbling sound.
As sparks burst out suddenly, only the shrill screams coming from the flames could be heard, echoing in the forest for a long time...
When the people of that family saw this scene, they were slightly surprised and shocked, their hearts beating fast. However, they wanted to watch on to see how these people fought and how they killed all those evil cultivators. However, they could not resist the invasion of the drug effects, and they only felt their eyelids getting heavier and heavier, until finally, one by one they fell down and lost consciousness.
"Wind Blade! Kill!"
Song Ming's expression turned cold, and a rare cold and hard look appeared on his handsome face. He threw out the sword in his hand, formed complex seals with his hands, and a stream of air rushed out of his body, controlling the sword in the air with his mind.
“Swish, swish, swish!”
A sharp sword instantly split into eight, and with a swishing sound, it formed a sword formation and stabbed towards another Jindan evil cultivator. The eight swords attacked and killed him at the same time. No matter how strong the Jindan evil cultivator was, he could not resist and was stabbed like a hornet's nest.
"Hiss! Ah..."
Ning Lang and Luo Fei couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw the two of them kill the remaining few people in a short time. They also thought that if the two of them couldn't handle it, they also had the family secrets, plus their own attributes, they could also fight.
But it seems that they are of no use. Anyway, at least the danger is over.
After the two of them exhaled lightly and put away their spiritual energy, Ning Lang, who was the least injured, hurried forward to support Duan Ye who was injured in the abdomen: "How are you? Come on, sit down first."
After helping him sit down, Ning Lang quickly took out medicine and bandaged him. Looking at the amount of blood flowing out of his abdomen, he couldn't help but be shocked: "How could he be injured so badly?" When he was about to use the medicine, he heard a voice.
"Let me do it!"
Feng Jiu came over, followed by Tun Yun. She came to Duan Ye and squatted down to check his wounds. She said to Ning Lang, "Go check on their injuries and help bandage them."
"good."
Ning Lang saw that it was him, so he walked away relieved, helped Song Ming and Luo Fei over, and bandaged their wounds first, while chattering: "Look, this is the consequence of not choosing the right treasure. You said your family is not small, and you have money, why don't you know how to get a few protective clothes like mine? At least this way you won't get hurt too badly when fighting with others!"
Listening to him talking, several people rolled their eyes. How could such a thing be available just because you wanted it? Life-saving magic weapons like his were usually hard to come by. If you could just spend money to get one, they would be everywhere on the street.
Over there, Feng Jiu checked the wound on Duan Ye's abdomen and said, "The wound is quite deep, but fortunately, it didn't hurt your vital parts. After I apply the medicine on you, don't fight with others before the wound heals, lest the wound on your abdomen split open and become infected and worse."
As she spoke, she cleaned his wound and sprinkled it with medicine for treating external injuries. After bandaging it, she saw that his face was pale and beads of sweat were on his forehead. She couldn't help but sigh and shook her head, then took out a pill and handed it to him.