Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11389

This kind of soft music had a kind of magic. When it reached Yang Ruoqing's ears, it was like countless invisible needles rushing to pierce her eardrums continuously.

The left eardrum of her ear was swollen and stinging, and the sound reaching her ear seemed to be amplified countless times, buzzing and almost making her ear explode.

If she tried to use her spiritual sense to discern what those voices wanted to express, then the voices would be like a ball of distorted energy, impacting her brain and giving her a splitting headache. All she could see was a scarlet color, as if a blood mist had exploded in front of her, blurring her vision.

The blood flow in the whole body was out of control, and it seemed as if blood was about to gush out of the eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Half of her body was stiff. She raised her trembling hands and pressed them tightly against her head. She struggled to pull out her left foot, but found that it was easier to get in than to get out. The ground behind the curtain wall was like a swamp. Her left foot was deeply stuck in it and was still sinking inch by inch, making it impossible for her to extricate herself!
"lady!"

Ping An's voice came faintly to his ears. He noticed that something was wrong with Yang Ruoqing, so he flew over and stretched out his hand to support Yang Ruoqing.

As a result, just as his hand touched Yang Ruoqing's arm, he was hit by a huge force, and Ping An flew backwards and fell heavily on the ground more than two meters away. He was shocked so much that he vomited blood.

Wang Baochang and Feng Qiang also noticed something strange about Yang Ruoqing at this time. They saw her standing there, still maintaining the posture of climbing up the mound of earth, with her left foot stepping out first and her right foot following behind.

But now she stood there with trembling legs and her hands on her head, as if she was fighting against something.

The sword at her waist sensed her master's situation and made a clanging sound in its scabbard.

Unfortunately, Yang Ruoqing didn't seem to have time to draw her sword at this moment...

"Uncle, something is wrong with Mrs. Luo..."

When Wang Baochang and Feng Qiang saw Ping'an being knocked flying, neither of them dared to step forward. They could only stand under the pile of dirt and shout anxiously to the old man.

The old man also noticed Yang Ruoqing's abnormal behavior at this time, but his own situation was not good.

Although he was still sitting on the stool with his hands in seals, cold sweat was rolling down his forehead like beans. His aged body was lacking in blood, so in the confrontation with Master Tai Sui, the situation was reversed and he was at a disadvantage.

So, when faced with Captain Wang's cries for help, the old man just glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, but was powerless to do anything.

Suddenly, he saw the restless sword at Yang Ruoqing's waist, and the old man's eyes lit up.

While resisting the attack from Tai Sui, he gathered all his strength and yelled at Wang Baochang who was under the mound: "Pull out the lady's sword!"

The sword knew how to protect itself, which meant that it had become spiritual and might be able to fight against Tai Sui.

After hearing the old man's reminder, Wang Baochang and Feng Qiang also noticed the strangeness of the sword on Yang Ruoqing's waist.

Chief Wang Bao quickly rushed up to the mound and said, "Madam, I'm sorry!"

He reached out and grasped the hilt of the Moye Sword, trying to pull the sword out.

However, the sword seemed to be welded to the scabbard. He used both hands and tried his best but couldn't move it at all. "Wang Baozhang, where is your strength? Get out of the way, let me do it!"

Feng Qiang was also very anxious because he saw blood flowing from Yang Ruoqing's ears and under her eyes.

If he keeps on nagging, Mrs. Luo will die here. General Luo will definitely razed this land to the ground. No one can bear the general's wrath, including his godfather!
Feng Qiang rushed up the mound, pulled Captain Wang aside, rolled up his sleeves and drew his sword.

Wang Baochang is in his fifties and Feng Qiang is in his thirties. In terms of strength, Feng Qiang believes that he will never lose to Wang Baochang.

Even though he was a eunuch and had been castrated, his age and strength had nothing to do with Lingling.

As a result, when Feng Qiang's hands just touched the hilt of the sword, a ball of green light suddenly exploded from the sword.

The green light hit Feng Qiang's chest, knocking him away, and fell on Ping An who had just stood up and was about to come to help again. The power was no less than the force that knocked Ping An away before. Feng Qiang and Ping An fell together like a stack of people.

Captain Wang was shocked when he saw what happened to Feng Qiang and Ping An.

Yang Ruoqing, on the other hand, already had a splitting headache at this time. She felt as if countless voices were squeezing in from her ears and turning into countless little people, making their home in her head. They were cutting through mountains and digging seas in her head, treating her head as the ground and walls, digging and chiseling, trying to build a house in her head and make it their home. With digging and chiseling, banging and hammering, her head was already riddled with holes.

The strange sound was changing in a bizarre way, seriously interfering with her own consciousness, making it impossible for her to mobilize her consciousness to protect her spiritual platform. Her spiritual platform was turbid, and the other half of her body was also pulled into the curtain wall by the mysterious and overbearing force. Her feet sank deeper and deeper. She clearly felt something cold and slippery like a tentacle reaching out from her trouser legs and climbing up along her calves...

She had been completely imprisoned and had completely lost control of this body.

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All the martial arts skills that he had honed over the years suddenly became like an ant in front of this mysterious power, with no chance of resistance!
Despair and terror crept into Yang Ruoqing's heart.

Wang Chen's distorted face and the bloody body of the man sewn in dog skin that Wang Chen had hidden in the secret passage suddenly flashed through Yang Ruoqing's mind. They were all looking at her evilly, smiling at her, grinning in her ears: "Come down, come down and accompany us, hahahaha..."

"Qing'er!"

A loud and familiar voice suddenly penetrated all the noise and chaos, and a ray of extremely masculine and powerful sword energy flashed across.

At this moment, the invisible and intangible yet indestructible curtain wall shattered into pieces, unable to withstand the attack of the sword energy.

The countless strange voices that filled her mind disintegrated and disappeared.

The second sword was as powerful as a rainbow and arrived in an instant.

The tentacles that had drilled into Yang Ruoqing's trouser legs seemed to be very afraid of the sword energy. They slid down one after another and drilled back under the earth pile like silk threads. The force that was sinking her legs and feet to the bottom of the earth pit was also restrained by the sword energy, and Yang Ruoqing's body stopped sinking.

A powerful big hand covered Yang Ruoqing's head, and a steady stream of heat flowed out from the other's palm and merged into her crown.

The warm current gathered in her mind and expelled the foul air that had invaded her sea of ​​consciousness. In a few moments, Yang Ruoqing's mind became clear again.

She heard Luo Fengtang's voice ringing in her ears: "Qing'er, don't panic, do as I say, sink your energy into your Dantian... consolidate your foundation and protect your essence..."