The young Taoist priest struggled violently and was thrown away, making him question his existence for a moment, wondering if he was a greyhound.
His internal organs were displaced from the fall, and he couldn't get up for quite a while.
How could a small, thin Taoist priest have such great strength?
The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he realized the strangeness of the Taoist priest.
One of the Taoist priests had a broken leg and limped towards Su Lenghe.
The other arm hung limply at his side, swaying back and forth as he ran.
Looking back at Feng Yu, who was howling in pain, Rong Yan realized that these two young Taoist priests were so badly injured that they didn't even feel it. Were they even human?
Moreover, their gazes were very strange, their expressions blank, their eyes fixed on Su Lenghe, as if in their world there was only one thing: to kill Su Lenghe.
After finishing his spell, Master Xu turned around with satisfaction, his face beaming with the joy of a great success. But what he saw before him sent a chill down his spine.
What happened? Feng Yu, who was just inside the talisman array, is now lying outside.
He glanced at the clock on the wall, annoyed. The time when the Yin energy was at its strongest had passed, and he could no longer use the life-borrowing technique.
The dark clouds dispersed, and a bright, clear moon hung in the sky, silently gazing down upon the earth.
It seemed that his previous elaborate plan had to be abandoned. Master Xu glared at Su Lenghe, gritted his teeth, and turned to leave.
As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. After unleashing two forbidden techniques in succession, his stamina was no longer sufficient.
Master Xu ran towards the stairwell, trying to escape in the chaos, but his strength seemed to be drained, and his legs gave way, causing him to fall to the ground.
His eyes were glazed over. He saw Su Lenghe wave her peach wood sword, the gale suddenly stopped, and two talismans were released and stuck to the faces of the two young Taoist priests. They remained frozen in place, still in their attacking stance.
Su Lenghe rubbed her sore neck and said lazily, "Acting is really tiring."
Master Xu lay on the ground, his voice weak as he asked, "What exactly did you do to me?"
Only blood relatives can perform the life-borrowing technique. He has no relation to Feng Li, so his physical weakness could not be due to the successful use of the technique. It must be that Su Lenghe did something.
Su Lenghe's cold eyes swept over them: "What did you do?"
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