Chapter 239

Fangxin Jianjian carries a formidable force, and a few people from a distance are also terrified, let alone Xie Lian who retreated repeatedly under this kind of offensive?

Just now, Huacheng alone can deal with Bai Wuxiang with ease, but after Jun Wu came out, it took two people to tie him. Tonglushan's home court mana advantage finally gradually became prominent, and Xie Lian faintly felt a coercion suppressing this side.

Moreover, Jun Wu also has a layer of white armor, which is a thousand-year-old magic weapon that he personally refined, and the defense is almost impeccable. He only needs to protect his head, Huacheng's knife is very fast and accurate, and Xie Lian also sees needles. The two almost hit Junwu's throat, heart, vest, abdomen, shoulders, etc., but the opponent didn't move!

Mu Qing shouted: "Don't bother! It's useless! That white armor can't be pierced at all!"

Thanks for the pity: "Attack under his right rib!"

The machete came out again and hit what he said, and it was useless. Mu Qing shouted: "It's useless to say it! It's better to find a way to distance yourself first, let's join in to fight him! Fengxin! Where's your arrow?"

Fengxin is climbing up the rock to the side, to catch the fetal spirit that spit out letters and saliva to him, and said: "Okay! Come!"

Xie Lian said: "Continue and don't stop! Attack the bottom of his right rib!"

Wind channel: "His Royal Highness!! His armor is very powerful, and he may not be able to break through with a few hundred knives!"

Thanks for the pity: "It's okay to listen to me! You don't need so much!"

Huacheng didn't ask why, the machete battered. Suddenly, a crack appeared where the blade passed by.

Blood spurted out. The blade of the evil life slashed into the abdomen below the right rib of Jun Wu!

Huacheng is in front of Junwu, holding a knife in one hand, and looking at him coldly. Xie Lian stood on the side of Jun Wu, and Ruo Xie took the opportunity to go up and tied Jun Wu's hands, making him unable to block.

The admiration over there was stunned: "How could it be?"

The thousand-year-old white armor, how could it be broken by Huacheng so easily???

Xie Lian tugged Ruo Xie tightly, stared at Jun Wu, and said, "...Have you forgotten? I had a fight with you more than 800 years ago."

Fengxin and Mu Qing reacted: "Second ascension?"

At that time, Xie Lian proposed to Jun Wu that he should be demoted, and he wanted to have a test with him.

Although both parties in that battle agreed that they would not be merciful, Junwu must still have reservations.

However, Xie Lian did his best.

He fired more than 3,000 swords in total. Among them, there were more than 400 swords that stabbed Junwu. And among the more than 400 swords, more than 100 swords stabbed this place.

Xie Lian persistently stabbed Jun Wu with more than 3,000 swords, and finally broke through the almost impeccable defense of the thousand-year-old white armor, and a sword stabbed into the abdomen under his right rib.

At this moment, Huacheng's knife, where it fell!

Therefore, eight hundred years ago, Xie Lian left old scars on this white armor. With only three knives, Huacheng can break through!

Moreover, Huacheng's knife is even sharper than Xie Lian imagined. Scimitar into the abdomen, is definitely a heavy blow!

As soon as he took a breath in his heart, he heard the national teacher say: "It's useless! He..."

It stands to reason that Junwu should be limited in his movement due to being seriously injured, but he just looked down and his expression remained the same. Xie Liangang noticed something was wrong, and Jun Wu moved his hands slightly.

Immediately, Xie Lian heard the slight tearing sound of "chichi" twice, and at the same time, his hand was loosened.

Ruoye...it's broken!

The white silk was split in two and suddenly fell to the ground lifelessly. The next moment, Xie Lian felt that his neck was pinched, and the whole person was dragged up!

He heard Huacheng Road: "His Royal Highness!" However, the voice suddenly became farther away. Jun Wu's voice was close at hand, he said: "Xianle, do you think that I have less experience than you when it comes to being stabbed? Do you think I would care?"

The national teacher said from a distance: "Even if you stab him a hundred and eighteen times, it won't work! Because... he seems... he can't feel the pain at all..."

Xie pity can be pierced through the heart by the long sword, and the face will not change, Jun Wu, the same is true.

Fengxin had already drawn the bow and aimed at Junwu, but he heard the words and put it down, saying: "What?! Isn't it useless to hit or not to hit?!"

Admiration said: "By the way, let me tell you a piece of bad news that I have observed. I suspect that his self-healing speed is faster than the speed of injury."

"what?!"

And Xie Lian over there has been able to confirm that this is indeed a fact.

His injuries were so terrifying, he must have been cut off on the spot by someone else, but his wounds were no longer bleeding. Jun Wudao: "Don't be so surprised. If you are often stabbed in the back and don't allow yourself to recover immediately, wouldn't you have died thousands of times earlier? However, the two of you are really pretty good."

He smiled and said, "In the past 800 years, I have only been wounded by one knife and one sword. It's you. Blood rains and flowers, stand far away, you don't want to see Xianle's neck broken by me."

"..."

Huacheng's face was heavy, and his eyes were full of sternness, but when he saw Jun Wu holding Xie Lian and hanging over the Tongtian Bridge, when he let go, Xie Lian would fall into the Baizhang Yanchi. Scimitar, slowly took a few steps back.

It looked quite calm, but the machete under his hand revealed something. E Ming was very anxious, his eyes rolled wildly, and he stared at Xie Lian. Huacheng retreated to the edge of Tongtian Bridge, and Jun Wu said: "It's okay."

He grabbed Xie Lian, and the two looked directly at each other. After a long while, Jun Wu suddenly slammed Xie Lian onto a rock wall!

This collision was too hard, Xie Lian's whole head was buzzing, the blood from his mouth and nose was dizzy and tick tock, and there seemed to be many people screaming in the distance, but he couldn't hear who was who, only listening to When Junwu whispered in his ear: "Xianle, my head hit the wall, does it hurt?"

Xie Lian didn't hear clearly and didn't answer. So, Jun Wu grabbed him and bumped it again and asked, "Does it hurt? Does it hurt? Does it hurt?"

Every time he asked a question, he slammed Xie Lian against the wall, causing Xie Lian to scream, but what he called was: "Sanlang, don't come here! It's okay, I'm okay! Don't come over!"

At least now is not the time. The time has not yet come!

At the first hit, Huacheng was about to rush over. As soon as he took two steps, he heard Xie Lian tell him not to go over, and he stopped abruptly.

But his face was completely hideous, the blue veins on the back of his hands almost burst open, and his entire arm was shaking.

Jun Wu's expression didn't move at all, but he was madly holding Xie Lian and slammed into the rock, and repeatedly asked him: "Does it hurt? Does it hurt?"

The national teacher said: "His Royal Highness the Prince!!!" I don't know who he was calling. Thanks for the bloody hands on the uneven rock wall, gritted his teeth and roared: "...Pain!!!"

Jun Wu smiled with satisfaction, let go of Xie Lian's poor head, and put him on the ground.

Xie Lian fell to the ground with his still buzzing head, tears and blood flowing uncontrollably. Jun Wu squatted beside him, stared at his face for a while, suddenly raised his hand, touched his head, and then gently wiped the blood on his face.

"..."

It was gentle and loving, like a father squatting beside a child who had just been bruised by his own beating to comfort him. This picture makes Fengxin and admiration creepy: "He...he...is he really crazy?"

The knuckles of Huacheng's hands clattered, and the pupils of the eyes and pupils of the fate contracted sharply, as if bloodshot spread.

Xie pity did not say a word, and let him wipe it for himself. Jun Wu said to himself again: "You stupid child, if it hurts, why don't you turn back? Do you think the wall will fall down by itself? Why don't you change your direction?"

Thanks for the pity: "Don't look back."

Jun Wu is extremely rude, raising his hand is a palm, hitting him with a "dong" sound and falling to the ground!

Xie Lian was dizzy and was mentioned by Jun Wu again. He said in a voice that was about to lose patience: "You have to make me angry, don't you? I'll ask you again, will you change it?"

Xie Lian coughed twice, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and said: "No change."

Jun Wu's gentle expression finally showed a crack, and the savage color flashed.

The national teacher's face was blue, and seeing that the situation was wrong, he quickly shouted: "His Royal Highness! You never wanted to kill this child, you like him very much! Did you forget what you said!"

Jun Wu sneered: "If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have spent all my patience and tolerance for the past 800 years on him alone. He has long become the foundation of Xianjing and was trampled by thousands of people. already."

He turned to Xie Lian, and suddenly became angry: "But he is so ignorant, stubborn, willful, and won't listen to me! He has to fight against me! You won't change, right? Well, then you can give it a try, If your head hits the flower, will this wall fall down?"

When the national teacher saw him mentioning his pity again, he hurriedly said: "His Royal Highness! His Royal Highness!!! His Royal Highness... Little Highness, he is not sensible, you can bypass him this time, forget it! He will be sensible one day. …”

Jun Wu looked at him and smiled even colder: "Do you think I'm really crazy? Don't try to lie to me. You really feel naive, it's not him, but me, right?"

The national teacher was stunned, and Jun Wu said again: "You are cultivating him and teaching him, just hoping that he can beat me, so that you can prove that I am wrong, you are right, you are right. You can hold The phantom of a perfect Prince Wuyong came to sigh at the present Jun Wu. Isn't this your purpose? Do you think I don't know what you think?"

The national teacher said: "No! Don't worry about the success or failure of right or wrong, I have never thought about it like this!"

Jun Wu couldn't listen anymore, and said sternly: "Don't think about it! I tell you, don't think about it! No one can beat me! It's even more impossible for him!" He laughed a few times, and slammed into the rock with Xie Lian. He bumped into the side and shouted, "Will you change? Will you change? Will you change?!"

Xie pity is also crazy, grabbing his arm and shouting: "Don't change! Don't change! Don't change!!!"

Although he was hit with gold stars in his eyes and was in great pain, he was so stubborn that he didn't give him the answer he wanted, or he didn't change. It was extremely happy!

He held it too long. It seems that for many years, he has been waiting for such an opportunity, crying and shouting while his head is bleeding: "It doesn't change! It doesn't change if it hurts, it doesn't change in death, it never changes!!!"

Now, it's not that Jun Wu drives him mad, but he drives Jun Wu mad!

Jun Wu's eyes were red, and he was about to give him another lesson when he suddenly stopped and looked down. saw a long knife slashing at his shoulder, and eight long arrows made of branches neatly stabbed at his back.

This is nothing, because neither the long knife nor the arrow penetrated this layer of white armor. But his right hand was gone.

The hand holding Xie Lian disappeared. The whole one disappeared from the wrist, the incision neat. Thanks also disappeared.

When he turned back again, something flew towards him with a fierce wind. With a wave of his left hand, he grabbed the thing, only to find out that it was his right hand.

On the opposite side of Tongtian Bridge, Huacheng held the blood-covered Xie Lian, holding the machete in one hand, holding his shoulder, and covering the wound on his head with the other, and said: "Take your dirty hands back. "

Xie Lian refused to admit defeat, and finally angered Jun Wu and left him with a flaw!

Jun Wu grabbed his right hand, put it back on his wrist, moved twice, and pulled out the arrow on his back. Suddenly I remembered something, and when I looked back, I just saw the admiration with a long knife and a pale face. Mu Qing met his eyes and was slightly surprised, but she still bit her head and forcibly calmed down. But after a while, he couldn't calm down.

Jun Wu looked at his shoulders and said softly: "Sure enough, compared to Xianle, you are still worse off."

Hearing this, Mu Qing's face changed slightly, but the long knife in his hand suddenly fell, and then his face changed greatly, pulling up his sleeves to look at his wrist. saw that the black curse on his wrist suddenly tightened, and the surrounding meridians were highlighted, as if an endless stream of blood was gathering towards it.

Fengxin saw that Mu Qing was stunned and motionless, and shouted: "What are you doing, run!"

National teacher: "Fengxin, you kid, how can he run with an injury on his leg?"

Fengxin was shocked: "I'm fucked!" I completely forgot about it!

In the past, most of the admiration was rolled by him with anger, but now, it is useless to run. The curse is in the hand, it is useless to run anywhere!

Fengxin scolded and was about to go up, but Junwu threw him backhand after pulling out the arrow on his back. Fengxin only felt a chill on his chest, looked down, and all the eight arrows were returned, neatly inserted in his chest!

Jun Wu slowly walked to Huacheng and thanked him. Huacheng didn't look at him at all, holding his pity and saying: "Brother? Brother?"

Xie pity was hit hard just now, and it took a while to wake up in a daze, with a severe headache, and said without opening his eyes: "... Saburo? Are you alright?"

Huacheng looked at him for a while, and suddenly forced him into his arms, softly said: "I'm completely fine. Why don't you look at yourself?"

Xie Lian was in his arms. Although he was held tightly, he was not pressed to the wound. He tried to open his eyes, and the mess around him came into view.

Mu Qing stood rigidly in place, clutching the wrist of the other hand tightly, as if to contend with the blood-sucking curse, but judging from his pale face, he couldn't hold on for long.

Although Fengxin was not passed through the chest by the eight arrows, he was seriously injured and fell on the bridge. The fetal spirit was overjoyed and screamed, jumping around him, stepping on Fengxin's face with his hind feet, Fengxin was furious, but he couldn't move, otherwise the injury would definitely worsen.

And the entire Tongtian Bridge is collapsing section by section, and they may fall together at any time!

Xie pity saw the current situation clearly, was startled, wanted to get up, Huacheng helped him up. The two looked at each other together.

The figure of Jun Wu, who was slowly walking towards them, looked extraordinarily tall in the firelight on all sides, casting a large shadow. Xie Lian wiped away the blood from his eyes and mouth and nose, staring at the figure.

Jun Wu is holding the heart of punishment. The body of Zhu Xinjian condensed the endless aura. At this moment, he calmly and just before that Jun Wu who slammed Xie Lian into the rock like two people, said: "Xianle, you are very clear, you will definitely lose."

Jun Wu understands Xie Lian too well. It was clear how he would fight, and the mana completely overwhelmed him. Moreover, even if you haven't fought yet, Xie Lian can feel that Jun Wu's fighting spirit and mana are stronger. As his territory, Tonglu Mountain has more obvious suppression on this side.

Thanks for the pity, I am afraid what he said is true. You can't win by yourself.

However, even if you can't win, you must fight!

Huacheng suddenly said: "No. Your Highness, won."

Xie pity was startled and looked at him. Huacheng also stared at him and said: "I won. You are better than him."

His eyes were bright as if something was burning, and he said firmly: "Trust me. He is wrong, you are right. You are better than him. You are much better than him!"

Jun Wu gave a low laugh, perhaps because he thought Huacheng's words were naive and ridiculous, or perhaps because he was overwhelmed by the power of applause.

The power of faith of millions of believers is all in his hands!

Huacheng grabbed his shoulder and said: "So what? Ten million fools, they are all waste! And you, only one person is enough."

Is one person enough?

Xie Lian hadn't reacted yet, and Huacheng pulled him over.

Xie Lian opened his eyes.

Spiritual power exploded, rushing in.

This time, it is more powerful than any mana transfer that Xie Lian has endured in the past. Even the undead butterflies and lava wraiths seem to feel this terrifying energy, and they explode, explode, and scream in succession around them.

Xie pity's fingers are almost twitching, and his legs are trembling and trembling, and he is almost unable to support it. He shouted in his heart to stop, no, but Huacheng's hands firmly clasped his head, not letting him leave, not allowing him to refuse. .

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly, Xie Lian's throat loosened. At the same time, Huacheng finally let him go, Xie Lian's legs were soft, his knees were on the ground, and his hands were barely on the ground, so he didn't fall down.

Jun Wu stopped and looked at this side with a solemn expression. And Fengxin lay in the distance, unbelievably authentic: "Hall, Your Highness, your... yours?"

Xie Lian stretched out his trembling hands and stroked his throat.

Nothing.

Huacheng gave him too much mana. It is really too much, completely beyond the tolerance range of the curse.

The two shackles that bound him for more than 800 years burst open!