Chapter 357: Die a person (on)

The car of the Thirteenth Division of Qingyuan left, and the female disciples stayed. They and the disciples of Nanxizhai, as well as the priests who left the palace, healed the wounded in the woods.
These years of practice are the time when wildflowers are blooming. This year’s Daejeon test is even a new year. In addition to the starlight in the Tianshuling, dozens of young practitioners under the age of 20 have passed the life and death barrier. The future of the human world looks extremely bright, but who can think of such a big thing in this Zhouyuan trip, whether it is the state religion or the court or the southern denominations, it is naturally very nervous.
Fortunately, the wounds on the wounded were not too heavy. Most of them were fleeing Zhou Yuan. They were injured by the falling rocks. After a simple treatment, there was no harm. There are also dozens of practitioners who were attacked by demon strongmen in the first two nights and have been attacked all over the country, but they have already received treatment from Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng, and the problem is not big.
Among these people, Qijian was the most seriously injured. The insidious sword directly pierced her lower abdomen, severing several meridians, plus the pain of running away for dozens of days and nights, and the role of drugs, now Still in a coma, I don't know when I would wake up, the elder Lishan who looked after her looked awkward.
In the seven rooms, Master Li took over, and the folded sleeves were naturally too inconvenient to be too close, but they did not stay away. He stood under a locust tree not far away, with his eyes closed, compared to the noisy and chaotic forest. alone.
In fact, he was also seriously injured, especially the poison that Nanke planted in his body has already spread, but he did not ask the priest of the palace to heal himself, and his pale face did not have any expression. Thousands of miles away, other human practitioners will not take the initiative to ask anything because of his related rumors.
The elder Lishan looked back and folded his sleeves. There were questions and vigilance in his eyes, but he still turned his head again and put his mind back on the severely injured coma.
The seven disciples who were the heads of Li Shan Jianzong's gates had different statuses. As soon as they left Zhou Yuan, two cardinals from the palace had been carefully diagnosed and treated by her, confirming that their lives should be safe, but the injuries were extremely serious. , Especially the broken meridians and coma can not think of a good way to solve, must be brought back to Kyoto or Lishan as soon as possible.
The elder Lishan knew the life of Qijian, and was even more uneasy. If she really couldn’t hurt, who would know what kind of madness Uncle would be, and what made him most uneasy and even faintly fearful was in her lower abdomen That sword wound.
Swords have sword intentions, and sword wounds often remain on the sword wounds. The only thing left is the sword. This elder can only perceive it with a glance. Where did the sword that seriously injured the seven come from?
Just when he was uneasy, suddenly several shouts and shouts came from the depths of the woods: "Come on!"
The elder Lishan turned to see the picture there, his expression changed suddenly, and he could no longer care about the seven rooms. He ordered his disciples to look after him, swept away by himself, and threw his sleeves around the crowd, shouting angrily: "How is this going!"
Surrounded by the crowd was a stretcher, and the person lying on the stretcher was Liang Xiaoxiao.
Liang Xiaoxiao didn't know how to get seriously injured. There were more than a dozen sword cuts in his body. Two female students of Nanxizhai bandaged him, but he couldn't stop the blood from overflowing under the bandage. The picture looked at Extremely fierce.
His face was as white as paper, his lips were bluish, his eyes were dull, his breath was weak, the young genius, who was once heroic and cool, was only a line away from death. Trying to stop the bleeding for him, he couldn't stop the blood, and he couldn't help panicking. One of the younger female disciples even cried and cried, "Brother Liang, can't you have something!"
There was silence in the woods, and the crowd was shocked and speechless. Liang Xiaoxiao is not an ordinary practitioner, he is a disciple of the inner gate of the Sword Sect of Lishan, one of the Seven Laws of the Kingdom of God, and was the first place in the first list of the dynasty test last year, but now, he is going to die.
How is this going? Who hurt him?
A cardinal from the palace hurried over, looked at the scene and couldn't help but was shocked, used the Holy Light technique without hesitation, and never stinged down the clear light on Liang Xiaoxiao's body.
The scene was quiet, and everyone was waiting nervously. After a moment, the blood on Liang Xiaoxiao stopped, but... his face was still pale, his eyes still bleak, and the cardinal shook his head slowly.
Looking at the look on the cardinal's face, the elder Lishan shook his body slightly and supported it forcibly. Through some people in the field, he knew that Liang Xiaoxiao was finally carried by Zhuang Huaiyu, and his eyes were slightly cold. Looking over.
"How is this going?"
Zhuang Huanyu also had several sword wounds on his body, but it was not heavy, and his face was pale, but it should not be because of the injury, but because of the irritability. Hearing this elder from the mountain, he looked at the stretcher Liang Xiaoxiao hesitated.
Liang Xiaoxiao was lying on a stretcher, his spirit was better than before, and his breath was lighter. However, when the light fell on the day, he could see the surface of his clothes, and some broken glass-like things appeared faintly.
That is a sign of San Gong, the of the Three Kingdoms is about to die.
The forest became more dead, and the sorrow became stronger, and the cry of the Nanxizhai girl rose again.
Elder Lishan looked at Zhuang Huanyu and said: "Say!"
Accompanied by this rumbling, a sword intention rose suddenly, covering Zhuang Huanyu, it seems that as long as Zhuang Huayu is a little slower, that sword will cut him directly into pieces!
Zhuang Huaiyu is not an ordinary practitioner, he is a student of the Heavenly Taoist College. However, at this time, the elder Lishan did not care about these, and he can also see how angry he was at this time.
As the host of Zhou Yuan's opening, Zhu Luo has come to the field, and he is naturally impossible to watch Zhuang Huaiyu just die, watching the elder Lishan said: "And calm down."
Just then, a weak voice rang from the stretcher.
"Uncle Shi, nothing to do with the moult."
Elder Lishan looked at Liang Xiaoxiao, his voice trembling and said, "Who hurt you like that?"
At this time, the vast majority of people in the woods thought that the strong man of the Mozu infiltrating Zhou Yuan seriously injured Liang Xiaoxiao. You know that Liang Xiaoxiao was the first place in the first test of the dynasty last year, and he watched the monument in the Tianshu Ling for a whole year. Cultivation is extremely profound. According to the truth, only those who are strong in the Devil Race can hurt him like this.
But the elder Lishan knew very well that Liang Xiaoxiao was not injured by the Demon Race, because he could recognize the sword marks on Liang Xiaoxiao's body. Those sword marks were like the swords on the belly of the seven, all...Lishan's swordsmanship.
The disciples of Lishan Jianzong who entered Zhou Garden were only Qijian and Liang Xiaoxiao.
Elder Lishan vaguely had some kind of speculation, but he could not believe it, so his voice was trembling.
Liang Xiaoxiao looked at his uncle, shaking his head slowly and firmly.
Elder Lishan understood what he meant, and there was an incredible look on his face.
Liang Xiaoxiao was in a state of returning to the light, better than his previous spirit, and his eyes moved slowly. When he saw the seven rooms in the distance, he noticed a slight pause, and then continued to move. Only the elder Lishan and Zhu Luo noticed this, and even saw Liang Xiaoxiao's gaze toward Qijian filled with self-blame, sorrow, heartache and sadness.
People's eyes followed his eyes and vaguely understood what he was looking for.
In the end, Liang Xiaoxiao's eyes fell under a locust tree.
Under the locust tree is the wolf tribe.
Countless lines of sight fell on him.
Folded sleeves closed his eyes, as if not aware.
"It's him." Zhuang Huanyu said slightly dryly: "The man folded his sleeves... It's the devil's spy. He attacked us in Zhou Yuan. Brother Liang was only taken advantage of him to save me."
Listening to this remark, the forest was dead, then uproar.
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(I'm really sorry, according to the plan today, it should be six thousand words. After writing this episode, it should never be broken here, but there are too many things, and the state is too bad. Tomorrow, if the body is okay tomorrow, it must be Write more. In this story, Liang Xiaoxiao is a supporting role, and even a dragon suit, but I am very serious about writing him, and I am sorry again. In addition, I reported to you some time ago that the book review area held a long-term welfare activity, this month Bookmates who have voted two or more monthly tickets or recommended tickets for 20 days or more will have the opportunity to get around 10,000 coins and a set of signatures around the day. You can pay attention to the book reviews in the top of the book review area [ Well said book review district welfare is coming!] Reply to participate.)
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