"Ying'er!"

Jing Xiuyun desperately tried Zhao Ying'er's pulse and was heartbroken: "Ying'er..."

Suddenly burst into tears.

Fang Che's spiritual consciousness was in confusion. Although he had taken the Danyun Divine Pill, although the effect of the medicine was to repair his body, it had almost no effect on his spiritual consciousness.

Because there is still new power of divine consciousness in his sea of ​​divine consciousness, the medicinal power of the divine fusion pill is still growing out like a fountain, turning into the power of divine consciousness and rushing into the sea of ​​divine consciousness.

He was panting heavily, and countless bones were broken all over his body.

The chest was pressed, and the enemy's spear point was still embedded in the bones of his chest and abdomen.

Although the protective clothing existed, it would not be pierced, but the opponent was so strong that he still stabbed in with the protective clothing.

The treasure clothes are not damaged.

But the violent force left almost none of his bones intact, and all his internal organs were injured.

Blood was constantly flowing from his mouth, and he felt the power of the Danyun Divine Pill slowly working in his body.

Enduring the pain in my mind that was like being cut into pieces by a thousand knives, I listened to Jing Xiuyun's cry.

He murmured: "Deacon Zhao..."

"Ying'er... Ying'er is gone..."

Jing Xiuyun burst into tears.

Fang Che felt that his heart was empty, he slowly closed his eyes, and two strings of tears fell quietly.

He could feel that Zhao Ying'er was leaning on his shoulder, but why was it gone?...

He closed his eyes, and Zhao Ying'er's smiling face appeared in front of him, and he asked himself with concern: "Are you feeling better today?"

Suddenly my heart felt sour and overwhelmed with sadness.

…

After a while.

The residence of wise men.

Zhao Ying'er has been moved away from Fang Che, and the spear on her body has been taken out and thrown aside.

She was covered with snow-white sheets, her face was wiped clean, and she retained a peaceful smile.

Still the happy expression leaning on the shoulder of my sweetheart.

But he was completely out of breath.

Her face was white and tender, not even as pale as death, as if she was sleeping peacefully.

Jing Xiuyun burst into tears and burst into tears.

On one side, Fang Che was covered in blood and his breathing was steady, but he closed his eyes tightly and frowned.

The injuries on his body are all recovering quickly, but the overwhelming pain in the sea of ​​consciousness cannot be contained at all, just like the surging waves, one wave after another.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his mind, but he couldn't resist the sadness in his heart.

Tears continued to seep out from the corners of his closed eyes.

Dead!

Zhao Yinger is dead.

She died to save herself. She used her body to block the fatal shot.

"Ying'er also has treasure clothes on her body...but it can't block the opponent's gun..."

Jing Xiuyun was almost stunned, staying beside Zhao Ying'er and murmuring.

In the guard hall, Jing Xiuyun and Zhao Ying'er had the best relationship. At this moment, seeing Zhao Ying'er die tragically on the spot, Jing Xiuyun's whole mind was almost confused.

Cripple Hong Er was crying silently beside him.

He punched himself hard one after another. There was never a moment when he hated his own cultivation and why he was so weak.

When faced with such a battle, he couldn't even reach out to help!

I am such a waste!

It makes me look down upon myself so much.

Ye Meng kept taking out the healing medicine and gave it to Hong Er Laizi and Jing Xiuyun, and then carefully fed Fang Che some cool spiritual water.

Fang Che's problem lies in his consciousness, which cannot be cured by healing drugs.

Moreover, Ye Meng did not dare to use the elixir that was beneficial to the consciousness, because she did not know whether Fang Che's injury to the consciousness would be aggravated after using it.

It would be bad if increasing the power of the consciousness actually worsens the injury to the consciousness.

Fang Che's consciousness was confused and he couldn't make any commands. Ye Meng could only put a cold towel on his head again and again, hoping that he would wake up and tell him what to do.

I have to say that the handling of Yemeng is completely correct.

If Fang Che was really given spiritual substances, Fang Che might be in really bad shape.

Half an hour later...

Fang Che woke up leisurely. Although he still had a headache that was about to explode, he finally woke up a little bit.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Yuan Jingjiang, Yun Jianqiu and others.

He was sitting next to him with a sad look on his face.

Fang Che took a deep breath and said softly, with the hope of just in case: "Deacon Zhao...is there any hope?"

Yuan Jingjiang shook his head sadly.

Fang Che closed his eyes again, breathing heavily, but then opened them again, and said softly but resolutely: "Palace Master Yuan, please contact Senior Ningxuejian, and let him come down no matter what, Zhao Ying

Son and the others...they discovered the dream demon!"

"good!"

…

The Ningxue sword struck out, and a shadow disappeared beneath the sword.

He chased Bai Zhan Dao, but was interfered by the shadow demon, and the shadow demon had thousands of phantoms, which he could not kill all.

This made Ningxue Jian extremely depressed.

But every time a shadow of the shadow demon is destroyed, the shadow demon can stop for a period of time, so this shadow must be destroyed.

In the past few days, he has been entangled with the Baizhan Dao more than a dozen times, and with the Shadow Demon forty or fifty times, killing more than fifty shadows.

He was very confident that Shadow Demon must have been seriously injured by his beating.

However, even though the Shadow Demon's true form cannot be found, it cannot be eliminated either. This is a fact.

Hundred Battle Sword, injury.

Shadow Demon, injured.

Although both of them are masters, the most powerful Hundred Battle Sword is only fifth in the cloud weapon spectrum, and is still some distance away from the Ningxue Sword.

Ningxue Jian saw that he was already in the southern city. He was worried that the dream demons in the city would escape, so he immediately got up and returned to the city.

outside the city.

A burly figure was hiding in the shadow of a tree, wiping the blood from his mouth with a handkerchief.

He choked and said: "Ningxue Sword has improved again. This guy is completely invincible. He just hits and runs away. How long are you going to keep going? It's so boring and embarrassing."

The shadow of the pine tree swayed for a moment, and a human voice actually came out: "There is nothing we can do. If we can't hold back the Ningxue Sword, the Dream Demon will be finished. We must help the Dream Demon drag it through these two months."

"How many days has it been now?"

"Not even a month."

"Grass!"

Bai Zhan Dao was depressed: "Not even a month?"

"without."

"What do you think this bastard, Dream Demon, is doing here? Isn't this just asking for his own death? Why can't he hide his body in the forest and let his avatar enter any city at will? Such a thing

...If we fall into such a situation, even we will feel uncomfortable."

"If the dream demon is in full condition, there is absolutely no problem in doing this, but the problem is that he has not recovered since he was severely injured by Dongfang last time. The main body and the clone are too far apart, so he cannot receive the true spirit of dream. In that case,

It has no effect at all.”

Shadow Demon sighed: "Just wait a few more days."

"I'm having a hard time. How much has your shadow lost? How many more times can you bear it?"

"There's no problem if you do it dozens more times...but Ningxue Sword has obviously learned how to destroy my shadow now, so you have to put in more effort next time."

"Damn it, I almost lost my life after taking three swords today, didn't you see? How can you put in more effort? You might as well just let me be chopped down by Rui Qianshan!"
To be continued...