Chapter 1821: The injury is critical! (1)

In the dungeon, it has become a mess. Huang Xiuze’s injury is very heavy, far beyond his estimate. Originally, I wanted to temper and adjust slowly. As a result, Huang Xiuze discovered that Zhao Weihu not only injured him, but also buried countless spiritual forces like mines in his body. Once touched, he would attack and let Huang Xiuze hurt. Add injury.
This is the means of a ten-level monk, and it is by no means understood by a nine-level monk like Huang Xiuze. It’s not good for luck, this kind of sports, Huang Xiuze’s injury is even heavier, and he vomits a few blood arrows in succession, and he will directly smash a genus and stunned.
"Yellow, you... what's wrong with you?" A seven-level monk about sixty years old, looking at Huang Xiuze, was about to cry out.
Huang Xiuze took a few breaths for a long time, which only caused the pain in the body, suppressed it slightly, shook his head and looked at him. "Wen Yuan, I am fine, let everyone... don't worry about me."
Seeing Huang Xiuze even said that he had to breathe a few breaths. His face was white and there was no bloodshot. How could it be okay? The monk named Wen Yuan took Huang Xiuze to the wall and sat down with a crying road. "Yellow, no matter what, you must hold on."
Huang Xiuze gave a bitter smile and nodded. The muttering road "doesn't know Qishan. Is there any escape from the Three Sacred, seeing no help?"
Wen Yuan said, "Qishan is my son. I know his skill. He will not let down Huang Ye's entrustment. He will surely bring the news to the dry house. Zhao Weihu's beast will not last long."
Huang Xiuze's slow road "I hope everything is as you said, otherwise, I will not die until I die, but I am sorry that you have no regrets and follow my brother..." Here, Huang Xiuze could not hold back. Zhang mouth vomited a blood.
Wen Yuan was busy slamming on his back, and at the same time poured spiritual power into his body, protecting his endless life. "Yellow, don't say it again, or take a break."
Huang Xiuze shook his head and said, "People are dead. Are you afraid that there is no time to rest?"
"No! Huang Ye, you will not die, you can't die! The three saints are so tossed by Zhao Weihu, they have to die. The three saints can't live without you, we can't do without you!" Wen Yuanyi Forbearance and forbearance, but after all, still can not hold back, turbid tears, along the gully of the face.
Huang Xiuze’s gaze gazing at the front, as if a nightmare-like whisper.
I don’t know how Min’s is. I’m sure Zhao’s father and son will not let her go, I’m tired of her...

Wen Yuan also has this worry, but can not say, holding Huang Xiuze's hand, constantly comforting the words "Yellow is assured, Miss is a rich man, even if it is a danger, it will be ruined."

"Hey! Hey!" Wen Yuanzheng said, with a series of shouts, Huang Min hurriedly plucked in.
"Min!" Huang Xiuze, who was almost dying, didn't know where to come from, and suddenly stood up.
At the beginning, Wen Yuan thought that he had got it wrong. When he saw Huang Xiuze’s move, he was shocked. He quickly turned his head and looked at the direction of the voice. Who was Huang Min who was flying and who was flying?
"Miss!" At this time, seeing Huang Min here, Wen Yuan is happy and shocked. I thought that Huang Min was also smashed by Zhao’s father and son.