Chapter 81 Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (46)
She hoped Feng Ziang would be killed by the monster so that she would have one less competitor.
At this moment, Feng Ziang found an opportunity. He concentrated all the spiritual power in his body into one point, turning it into a dazzling light and hitting the monster's chest.
The monster let out a miserable howl, and its huge body fell to the ground with a bang.
Feng Ziang stood beside the monster's corpse, panting.
His clothes were soaked with sweat, but his eyes remained firm.
Suddenly, he felt a chill coming from behind. He turned around and saw a dark shadow flash by...
"who?"
The sword flashed, and the monster fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Feng Ziang leaned on the sword, his chest heaving violently, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
He looked around and saw the disciples watching burst into exclamations and praises.
Even Captain Chen nodded slightly, with a hint of approval in his eyes.
However, Feng Ziang did not feel happy at all.
In the fierce battle, He Yushu's figure flashed through his mind like a slide.
He imagined the scene if He Yushu was here and they fought side by side, which made him more eager to prove his own worth and hoped that He Yushu could understand his feelings.
"Junior Brother Feng, your strength is truly impressive!" Captain Chen stepped forward and patted Feng Ziang on the shoulder. "You have performed a great deed this time, the Immortal Sect will definitely reward you greatly!"
Feng Ziang forced a smile and said, "Captain Chen, you're too kind. I just did what I should do." He scanned the crowd, trying to find He Yushu, but was disappointed.
At this moment, a disciple ran over in a panic, his face pale, "Captain Chen, it's bad! Senior Brother He...Senior Brother He..."
Feng Ziang's heart sank suddenly, and a bad premonition came to his mind.
He grabbed the disciple and asked anxiously, "What happened to He Yushu? What happened to him?"
The disciple stammered, "Senior Brother He...encountered a powerful...monster...in the...spiritual vein...in the west...and was seriously injured..."
Upon hearing the news, Feng Ziang was struck by lightning and his face turned pale instantly.
He ignored the pain on his body, pushed the disciple away, and ran wildly towards the west.
"Junior Brother Feng! Wait! The injuries on your body..." Captain Chen wanted to stop him, but Feng Ziang's figure had already disappeared in the mist.
Zi Ling stood in the crowd, looking at Feng Ziang's receding back, a complicated look flashing in her eyes.
She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms.
"He Yushu, you'd better pray that you don't die..." She murmured in a low voice, her tone filled with resentment.
At this time, Feng Ziang had already arrived at a dark forest.
The strong smell of blood in the air made him feel even more uneasy.
He followed the blood trail and finally saw a familiar figure under a towering ancient tree.
"He Yushu!" Feng Ziang shouted in surprise and rushed over...
Feng Ziang ran anxiously towards the direction where He Yushu was.
The strong smell of blood stimulated his senses, making his uneasiness even stronger.
The vines and thorns along the way tried to entangle him like ghost claws. Small groups of monsters also took advantage of the opportunity and made sharp roars.
But he ignored her and only had eyes for He Yushu.
He swung his sword to cut off obstacles and nimbly dodged attacks, as fast as lightning, with only one thought in his mind: faster, faster!
Finally, he saw the towering ancient tree and the white figure lying under the tree.
He Yushu's face was pale, his breath was weak, and his chest was stained red. He was surrounded by several evil puppets with ferocious faces, which were making clicking sounds and mechanically swinging the sharp blades in their hands.
"He Yushu!" Feng Zi'ang's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared, then shot into the group of puppets like an arrow.
He swung the long sword in his hand, the sword light was like snow, and the cold sword energy forced the puppet back.
The spiritual power in Feng Ziang's body was running wildly, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy like a bottomless pit and transforming it into an endless supply of power.
Each of his moves contained tremendous power, knocking those tough puppets away and shattering them.
He Yushu, who was originally struggling to hold on, and the other disciples who came to support him all looked at this scene in amazement.
They had never seen Feng Ziang so powerful before, it was as if he had become a different person.
Captain Chen was dumbfounded, muttering: "How...how is this possible? He...he is clearly only in the initial stage of foundation building..."
Just as Feng Ziang defeated the last puppet and came to He Yushu exhausted, a figure appeared silently not far away.
Zi Ling looked at the scene in front of her, a hint of viciousness flashed in her eyes, and a weird smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Interesting, really interesting..." she whispered, then turned and disappeared into the depths of the forest.
Feng Ziang staggered and knelt beside He Yushu, and with trembling hands he tried to check his breath.
Fortunately, I'm still breathing.
He breathed a sigh of relief, took out the healing pill and fed it into He Yushu's mouth.
He Yushu slowly opened his eyes and saw Feng Ziang standing close to him with a complicated look.
Gratitude, doubt, and resentment that has not yet completely dissipated are intertwined together.
"You..." He Yushu just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by a cold voice.
"He only saved you for the treasure." Zi Ling appeared behind the two of them at some point, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
He Yushu was slightly startled, and his eyes fell on Feng Ziang with inquiry.
Feng Ziang smiled bitterly and was about to explain when his expression suddenly changed and he abruptly protected He Yushu behind him.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise and the ground shook violently.
A huge figure slowly walked out of the dense forest, bringing with it a suffocating sense of oppression.
This was a magic puppet that was more powerful than all the previous puppets. It was pitch black and emitted a cold metallic light. It held a huge black battle axe in its hand, with a strange purple light flowing on the axe blade.
Zi Ling sneered, a hint of pride flashing in her eyes.
"This puppet's attack carries the power to corrode spiritual energy. I wonder how you can resist it!"
Feng Ziang looked solemn as he helped He Yushu to the side and whispered, "Be careful, I'll lead it away."
He Yushu grabbed his arm and said firmly: "Together."
The two stood back to back, facing the powerful enemy.
Feng Ziang swung the long sword in his hand, and the sword energy was so strong that he blocked the puppet's attacks again and again.
He Yushu carefully observed the puppet's movements, looking for its weaknesses.
The battle was extremely fierce. The puppets' attacks became more and more fierce. Feng Ziang's spiritual power was consumed greatly and he also had several wounds on his body.
He gritted his teeth, directed the puppet's attacks towards himself again and again, and used his body to protect He Yushu.
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