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Wei Xu didn't show any mercy in this fall, the whole ground was cracked.

The saint's mind went numb for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he felt severe pain from his entire back, spreading to all his limbs, and every bone in his body felt like a needle prick.

The saint is one in a million masters, and there are very few people in the world who can hurt her.

She hadn't felt this level of injury for a long time, even the veins on her forehead were exposed, and the bloodshot eyes in her eyes were also cracked.

She stared at this man whom she had meticulously controlled with drugs for five years, she couldn't believe that he had regained his sanity when he activated the poison.

His eyes were more sober and ruthless than ever before.

She clasped his wrist with one hand, trying to break his big palm, but in vain.

She squeezed out a silver needle with the other hand, and stabbed it at Wei Xu's arm!

Wei Xu blocked her hand with his backhand.

She raised her long legs, and her excellent flexibility made her toes rise high, touching the back of Wei Xu's head.

Wei Xu dodged sideways and let her go.

She slapped the ground with her palm, and jumped into the air with her strength, flipping over and sweeping towards the roof.

Unexpectedly, Wei Xu was faster than her, and once again grabbed her and threw her down!

The cracks in the ground got bigger.

Her back was cut by protruding stones, blood soaked her back, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

Su Li was so stunned: Wow, that's amazing! As expected of my father!

Even a perverted master like the saint can beat her, daddy is mighty!

Wei Ting and Su Xuan's eye knives flew towards him at the same time.

If you praise others, you will praise them. Why do you blindly recognize your father?

Su Xiaoxiao was also very excited.

A master's move, it's too shocking! Father-in-law is doing great!

After a brief recovery, the remaining eight puppet masters rushed over to kill Wei Xu immediately.

Su Xuan flew up and stood in front of them.

Most of Su Xuan's physical strength was exhausted, but these people were also seriously injured by Wei Xu.

With a pair of eight, the number is not dominant, but it is not a problem to block for a while.

Wei Ting observed the formation of several people.

Su Xiaoxiao understood what he wanted to do, and threw the golden bow in his hand and the quiver on his back: Go on!

Su Xiaoxiao's archery was taught by Wei Ting, no matter how good she is, Wei Ting will only get better.

Wei Ting held the golden bow, put the quiver on his back, and looked for a commanding height.

Su Xuan made a move.

Wei Ting shot an arrow and forced back a puppet master who was attacking Su Xuan.

The puppet master found Wei Ting, picked up a spear on the ground and threw it towards Wei Ting.

Wei Ting turned his head to avoid it, and pulled the second string again.

Three arrows at once!

Feeling the arrow coming from behind, Su Xuan slashed down with his sword, and the three puppet masters were knocked back.

Su Li clapped her hands and applauded: Yes! Fourth brother! That's it! If you can't kill him, you have to be a shit-stirring stick!

The corner of Su Xuan's mouth twitched: I would rather kill you now.

The remaining five stopped fighting with Su Xuan, and managed to get behind Wei Xu under the cover of the eaves.

Wei Ting shot five arrows in a row.

By the fifth arrow he threw the last trap.

The moment the arrow pierced through the box, countless poisonous needles shot out.

Wei Xu's back felt a chill, and he swung the Qingfeng sword backwards, parrying a poisonous needle that almost accidentally injured him.

Wei Ting embarrassingly: Don't blame him, if you want to blame, you can blame the second brother, I didn't say that this box is indiscriminate attack.

Su Xuan blocked four, Wei Ting wounded two, and two escaped.

The two fought with Wei Xu.

The Holy Maiden also rejoins the fight.

However, even with the combined strength of the three of them, they were still no match for Wei Xu.

The saint gradually felt the strain.

When Wei Xu threw her heavily on the ground for the third time, she finally couldn't hold it anymore and spat out a mouthful of blood heavily!

The two puppets had already died under Wei Xu's Qingfeng sword.

The saint knew that the situation was over, and she would not be able to take Wei Xu away tonight no matter what, so she started to retreat and no longer wanted to fight.

But how can it be so easy to go?

Wei Xu's long sword stabbed at her fiercely.

Puchi——

The sharp blade enters the body.

But it wasn't the saint, but Changshi Lu who woke up from a coma.

She used her body to block the sword for the saint.

Saint... let's go...

Saintess Ling Kong glanced back, seeing her most capable confidant died in Wei Xu's hands for her, it would be a lie to say that she didn't feel sorry for her!

There are also twelve top puppet masters, and Wei Xu will not leave any alive when he leaves!

Her years of painstaking efforts... were all ruined by Wei Xu!

Knowing that he would not get Wei Xu, he paid such a terrible price.

She should have killed Wei Xu!

Qi and blood surged, and she spit out another mouthful of blood.

With anger flushing her eyes, she gritted her teeth and threw out a black gunpowder poison pill, which exploded into a diffuse poisonous mist.

Covered by the poisonous mist, she quickly fled from the spot.

...

The saint didn't dare to stay for a while, and almost showed the speed of Desperate Tianya, and finally returned to the hall of the saint before Wei Xu caught up.

Of course, it could also be that Wei Xu didn't chase after him at all.

The pain from all over the body made her consciousness a little chaotic, and she couldn't think so much.

She used lightness kung fu to enter her bedroom.

Ambassador Lu is on duty tonight.

Just as she came over from the small garden with a lantern, a figure fell from the wall, and the alarm bell in her heart rang out: Who is it!

it's me……

The saint held back the pain and said.

Lu Zhangshi took a look at the lantern and suddenly changed his face: Saint?

The saint frowned: Shut up...

yes!

Lu Changshi hurriedly lowered his volume, looked around, walked over quickly and helped the saint back to the bedroom.

The saint's body was dripping with blood, especially her back was covered in blood.

Minister Lu has been with the saint for so long, and he has never seen her injured so badly.

She sat the saint on a chair and asked in horror, Saint? What happened? Who hurt you like this?

The saint's face was pale, and she was in cold sweat from the pain: Wei, Xu!

Chief Lu gasped!

It's not that Wei Xu has never injured the saint, but it was only a slight injury before, why tonight——

Even the saint was surprised by this.

It stands to reason that Wei Xu has been fed so much medicine that even if he still has sanity, there is not much left.

Tonight, he seemed to be a different person...or...it was back to the look in his eyes when he first saw him five years ago.

Did he remember everything?

impossible!

Her medicine never fails!

Those damages are irreversible!

It is also impossible to return the erased memory!

vomit--

When she got agitated, her injury flared up, and her body shook again and she vomited blood.

It was dark on the street just now, so I couldn't see clearly, but now I illuminated it with an oil lamp, and realized that the color of the blood was not right.

Changshi Lu turned up the wick a bit, and it was indeed black blood.

Chief Lu was astonished, and quickly pinched the saint's wrist to feel her pulse: It's not good, I've been poisoned...

The saint's face darkened.

Wei Xu's Qingfeng sword is poisonous!

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