Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

The longbow fell to the ground, Nan Jing's arm was twisted unnaturally, and Feng Jianli and the others had also attacked the ghost mask from different directions at the same time, and ancient forces from various departments were attacking him.

Nan Jing endured the severe pain and held the Fengyu longbow in his left hand, while his broken right arm had slowly returned to its original shape.

Zellaco, who finally sent Xiao the distress message, saw all this in his eyes, and watched the distorted bones automatically restore their original shape and connect together-the whole process took only 5 minutes.

God!

Are you a human?

Zellaco felt that Nanjing was more creepy than a ghost mask, so he quickly changed his gaze to cover up the panic in his eyes.

Not only him, but other students who did not participate in the battle naturally noticed Nan Jing's situation and opened their mouths in surprise.

"Whoosh-"

A wind blade pierced through the gap in the attack again, and pierced directly on the left shoulder of the ghost mask.

bingo!

However, this successful attack didn't seem to have much impact. The ghost mask just paused with his left hand, and then continued to attack the seven people surrounding him with more ferocious ghostly techniques.

"what!"

With a scream, it stopped abruptly.

Nan Jing's hand that was about to release the second arrow froze in mid-air, the blood all over his body retreated, his gaze moved down uncontrollably, and met a head lying on the ground with its eyes wide open.

This is... Jie'er.

She's not very pretty, she's usually very taciturn, but she's a girl who can be ignited with all her passions in battle.

Her glasses fell from the bridge of her nose and hit the grass-covered green field, blood staining a large area of ​​land.

The red color breaks into the world of Nanjing in a noisy manner, covering the sky and covering the sky.

Nan Jing's nose felt sour, for some reason, he just knew that the ultimate goal of that ruthless ghost mask was him!

Why hurt innocent people?

Could it be that human life is nothing in his eyes?

The unspeakable resentment and anger almost burned Nan Jing up, he clenched his teeth tightly, and there was a bloody smell in his mouth.

Feng Jianli and Fu Sa didn't keep their eyes on Jie'er, they also wanted to tear the person in front of them apart, but their professionalism made them take this as an opportunity to attack the ghostly laughing enemy even more fiercely.

The ghost mask was able to handle the siege with ease, and even smiled at Nan Jing who was attacking on the outside - although Nan Jing couldn't see the expression covered by the mask.

With such a big growth, I am afraid that except for Fu Sa and Feng Jianli, I am afraid that I have never seen blood. Seeing Jie'er who was cut in half at this time, I was somewhat frightened. Riel, who lived there, couldn't help but have red eyes, and his teeth were grinding and rattling.

In the next moment, Fusa was hit on the ground and fell heavily on his shoulder. The sudden pain hit him, making him unable to lift his right hand.

"Walk."

Kong Yuan's long and long voice came to mind, Nan Jing's expression froze, realizing that this was an old monster that hadn't come out for a long time.

Yup!

Suddenly enlightened, Nan Jing took a deep look at Feng Jianli, turned around and ran away.

"Mirror!"

Feng Jianli roared loudly, then dodged and chased after Nan Jing.

And that ghost mask, when Nan Jing was running away, left the students behind without any reluctance, and chased after Nan Jing with a few leaps.

However, Fang Feng Jianli's speed was no match for the ghost mask. After running [-] meters, Nan Jing was no longer seen.

This is the gap between levels.

Feng Jianli had a horrific expression on his face, as if he was about to kill someone, clenched his fists tightly, and looked gloomyly at the direction where Nan Jing and the ghost mask disappeared.

A drop of blood flowed out from between his fingers and hit the ground.

The sky above the head turned gloomy at some point, with dark clouds covering the sky and covering the sun, and the sky was blue and gray.

Fusa also looked angry, but more depressed.

He patted Feng Jianli, whose muscles were tense and obviously out of breath, and said in a low voice, "We are not opponents."

That's right, they have no rivals among the students, and they are well-deserved leaders, but in the military, even if Feng Jianli is considered to be the best among young people, he is still only a major.

There are people outside people, and there are days outside the sky.

They're only 20 years old, so young.

Looking at the entire empire, even Lantis is not the strongest on the top tower.

However, watching Nan Jing disappear in front of his eyes, Feng Jianli couldn't comfort himself with the words "the gap is too big".

He lost his brother!

He let his younger brother disappear from sight just because his ability is not enough to protect him!

Feng Jianli stood facing the wind, his eyes were slightly red with indescribable anger.

Nam Kyung left for them.

The terminal beeped like a reminder, Feng Jianli opened the terminal mechanically, and connected to Landis's request for dialogue on the light screen.

He suddenly felt a twitch in his heart, feeling ashamed to face Landis.

"Report the situation."

Landis's face was not very good, because he had contacted Nanjing before, but there was no response at all.

Feng Jianli said: "Go back, Jing'er has been taken away."

The icy blue eyes instantly burst into cold air.

As if the wind was blowing under his feet, Nan Jing finally felt the feeling of lifting his heart into his throat when he was running away.

He had already run tens of thousands of meters in an instant, and he never knew that he could run so fast that the wind he picked up could rub his face sorely.

When fleeing for one's life, one's potential can be most stimulated.

"His level is the highest level I have seen since I came here. Every cell is filled with the so-called ancient force. If you stay there any longer, everyone will be killed by him."

The ancestor Yaohuang didn't have much thought of self-sacrifice for others. When Nan Jing was about to become a dog, he leisurely watched the play.

"You don't need to run now, little baby. You have to stop anyway. His physical strength is much better than yours, and he will catch you sooner or later. I want to see why that person wants to catch you... Well, speaking of it, then The child seems to have my inheritance."

Nan Jing didn't have time to pay attention to the old ancestor who was watching the fire from the other side. He fled left and right in the woods, his arms and face were being torn by leaves all the time, and they kept returning to their original shape.

He's about to cry—although it won't disfigure him, it really hurts, bastard!

"Old ancestor, you always help me see how far he is thrown away?"

Nan Jing didn't even have the time to look back. Fortunately, he still had the ability to communicate with consciousness.

"50 meters."

The patriarch Yaohuang was as calm as a Taoist, and said: "You doll still have some brains, you know how to run into the woods—well, the current magic weapon is really not up to standard, if you use the magic weapon of the deity, you can do whatever you want." Then I threw that person to the back of my mind, even if there is no magic weapon, even if the deity shrinks to a size, it will not be exhausted as quickly as you! Sigh, it is really not as good as one generation after another, if you are placed in the big world where the deity lives , will inevitably become fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered."

Nan Jing immediately knelt down, and thought to himself that I had run so hard, can I stop being so provocative? ?

The ancestor clicked his tongue, and said: "There are two people in front, the smell is the same as that day, little baby, I'm afraid you will have to catch them in the end."

It smells the same!

Nan Jing thought bitterly, you are the old man who belongs to the dog, right?

He still increased his strength and ran forward desperately. Gu Wuli had almost been consumed, almost to the point of being overdrawn, and his whole body was soaked.

But he can't stop.

This is supported by faith.

He never thought that he would be able to escape with great luck, so desperately, it was just to keep the ghost-faced man from Feng Jian away from them, including Landis who hadn't come back yet.

Ah, Landis must be so angry that his lungs will explode, right?

Nan Jing imagined the cloudy look on Landis's beautiful face, so he could only smile wryly.

I don't know if we can meet again intact!

A series of heinous and horrifying scenes flashed through his mind, making Nan Jing's whole body tense, and the villain in his heart cried even worse.

Woo Landis, help!

"Are you still in the mood to miss your lover at this time?"

The ancestor Yaohuang probed into his consciousness, and immediately didn't know what to say.

He stomped his feet for a long time, the ancestor then said: "You are a person who values ​​love and righteousness. If you really can't escape this catastrophe and your soul flies away, I will forcefully continue to use this body for you. By the way, I will allow you My lover thinks of others when he sees his body, as for double cultivation, forget it, my ancestor..."

"To shut up!"

Nan Jing couldn't take it anymore!

Damn it, he is here to die or live out of breath and flee to the end of the world, that old ancestor still wants to take away his property and bully him!

It is simply unbearable and unbearable!

The ancestor was not happy, but felt Nan Jing's anger, and whispered like a child who had been wronged: "Double cultivation is double cultivation. Anyway, your fellow Taoist looks stunning, and this ancestor is not at a disadvantage."

Nan Jing's eyes went dark, and he staggered and nearly fell from the tree.

He somewhat believed what the ancestor said to stimulate his potential.

Dare to repair his family's Lanmei?

Bastard!

Nan Jing's desire to survive has never been more aroused than at this time, even if he wants to prevent Landis from falling on the head of his shameless and moral ancestors, he has to live well!

The ghost-masked man followed leisurely behind, as if observing Nan Jing, not worried that the prey he got would escape from his palm at all.

On the other side, Landis and Xiao had already returned to the place where the students were stationed in the shortest possible time.

Jie'er's death is still stimulating some people's nerves. They simply cannot accept that a living companion just died in front of them, and the strong impact brought by that ghost mask will probably not be there for a long time to come. dissipate.

Many people have seen with their own eyes that Nan Jing's broken skin has healed and regenerated in a short period of time. They also have countless doubts about this, but no one dares to ask.

Feng Jianli sat dejectedly on a stone, with a gloomy expression on his face. The stone he held in his hand had turned into powder and slipped from his fingers to the ground. Even Landis didn't respond when he came over.

Landis looked very calm, he reached out and patted Feng Jianli on the shoulder, and said, "Don't blame yourself, what you should think about now is how to save Jing'er."

"How to help?"

With a hoarse voice, Feng Jianli was extremely disappointed: "Even my father doesn't want to face the Shenyu Alliance head-on. The guy who hijacked Jinger is too powerful. I, together with Fusa and Yun Tianyi, are no match for him. Lan Tees, can you easily win with the combination of three Guwu ninth-level people?"

His depression was not only because of losing Nan Jing, but also because of his weakness and powerlessness.

This feeling just sucks!

Landis was silent.

As Feng Jianli said, even for him, it would be difficult for him to win easily under the siege of masters.

However, that didn't seem to matter.

"No matter what, I'm going to save Jing'er."

Leaving this sentence behind, Landis turned around and swept across the faces of other students.

The indifferent eyes made it hard to see the emotions inside, but wherever their eyes went, many students couldn't help but lower their heads.

Their expressions ranged from fear, apprehension, worry, to calm and annoyance.