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Chapter 322 It hurts to death, forget it

Qingqian and Jinling's spiritual power has not yet recovered.

Now the only one who can fight is Ning Fengxu.

It's just that Ning Fengxu couldn't see. Even though he was able to use spiritual power, he didn't have the slightest theoretical common sense. I'm afraid he didn't know how to control spiritual power at all.

Sure enough, in the next instant, Ning Fengxu and Wan Qiu started fighting.

But Ning Fengxu's control over her speed and distance is far inferior to Wan Qiu's. What's more terrible is that Wan Qiu is a puppet, and a puppet doesn't breathe. It becomes even more difficult for Ning Fengxu to rely on breathing Difficult, the only way to find the opponent's position is to keep attacking to make the opponent make a movement.

In just dozens of rounds with this style of play, Ning Fengxu was stabbed all over.

Even if Aoki could give him some pointers, Wan Qiu was no ordinary puppet, his speed was so fast that Aoba might not even be able to keep up, so giving advice would be useless.

It can't go on like this!

Qing Kuo gritted her teeth, grabbed her own hair, and cut off a section cruelly.

She waved the handful of broken hair into the air, and it instantly turned into countless red leaves.

The red leaves formed countless dots in the air, trapping Wan Qiu and Ning Fengxu in them.

And the densely packed red leaves seem to be connected in series to form a formation like the sea of ​​stars. Each red leaf is a dot, and these dots seem to have turned into Ning Fengxu's eyes. Xu noticed.

The situation finally improved.

It's just that Qingqian's spiritual power can't last too long, but after a while, the formation began to show signs of collapse.

Jin Ling hurried forward to help, injecting spiritual power to help Qing Qiao hold on.

Less than half a quarter of an hour passed, and Jin Ling's brows also broke out in cold sweat.

Ning Fengxu at the top once again fell into a disadvantage, and was directly pierced through the bone of the lute by the chain in Wan Qiu's hand, leaving a bloody hole the size of a fist. go.

"Ning Fengxu!" Qing Chuan shouted, and immediately withdrew the formation.

At this time, suddenly a red lotus flew over, with red petals and black willow leaves, one red and one black entwined into a thicker chain, surrounding late autumn.Wan Qiu threw out the black chain in his hand, crushing the petals.

Liu Shuangyue stepped on the black chain that had been cast out, and met Wan Qiu's eyes.

"Master!" Song Tanxi's voice came, and Qingkui turned around in surprise, seeing Song Tanxi and Song Yunting rushing over.

Qing Qiao said in shock: "Didn't I tell you to wait outside?"

Song Tanxi nodded: "We did go in another direction. After Ah Ting discovered the movement here, he immediately notified Miss Liu, and we followed suit."

After speaking, she looked at Jinling again and asked, "How are you doing?"

"Fortunately, Axi, let Xuanyu, this little black snake, take you to find some Lingjin, don't go far away. Ah Ting, help clean the wound." Qing Chuan first dragged Ning Fengxu to the By the lake, he took off his clothes with his hand.

The weak Ning Fengxu subconsciously reached out to stop him.

"What are you doing?" Qing Kuo pushed his hand away.

"Princess, I..." Ning Fengxu coughed violently twice, coughing up two mouthfuls of blood.

Qing Kuo immediately tore off his tattered and ugly clothes, unceremoniously found something to hold water, injected spiritual power, and poured it on his wound.

The severe pain made Ning Fengxu's face change.

Qing Kuo snorted: "I told you to be fussy, it hurts you to death!"

(End of this chapter)