Nangong Liuyun's bloody eyes were filled with crimson. His originally dark pupils now looked like two small, burning fireballs, blood-red and bright, with a strange light.
At this moment, an indescribable violent force suddenly emerged from Nangong Liuyun's body.
At this moment, Nangong Liuyun gave Su Luo the feeling that he was not at the tenth level, but was on the same level as Old Man Mo.
That’s right, it’s as if the two people are of the same holy rank!
What was going on? Even if Nangong Liuyun could fight across realms, he had now recovered to the ninth level, and at most he could only exert the strength of the tenth level. How could this be... Su Luo was puzzled.
At this moment, Nangong Liuyun stretched out his right hand, and a green light surged on the skin of his arm. A strange pattern loomed, and an ancient and distant aura came to his face...
The two men's fists and palms collided, and it seemed as if the air exploded, and invisible waves swept in all directions like a spider web.
Then, Old Man Mo's body flew backwards and hit the ground heavily, and then he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.
Nangong Liuyun also took a step back and raised his hand to wipe the traces from the corner of his mouth.
Su Luo looked at the tall and graceful Nangong Liuyun in horror. He stood there with his clothes fluttering, as if he were a god, noble and unattainable.
How could he...seriously injure Patriarch Mo?
However, seeing Nangong Liuyun's shaky figure, Su Luo quickly ran over to support him.
Before Su Luo could ask, Nangong Liuyun whispered, "Hurry up!"
Patriarch Mo was lying on the ground, injured. If he didn't leave now, when would he leave? The opportunity was fleeting!
Nangong Liuyun coughed softly, but from Su Luo's perspective, she could see that the palm of his hand was pitch black, as if it had been burnt by a fire.
He must be badly injured!
Su Luo didn't have time to think about it. With red eyes, she suppressed her raging anger and broken heartache, picked up Nangong Liuyun and teleported away.
Old Man Mo was stunned. The cooked duck flew away like that?
Old Man Mo was naturally unwilling to accept this, but he could only watch them disappear on the spot with a gloomy face without being able to chase them.
Because when they clashed just now, Nangong Liuyun's palm contained a powerful thunder element, and this thunder element was also poisoned. Old Man Mo was not careful and was poisoned by Nangong Liuyun, which greatly affected his strength.
So even though Old Man Mo was unwilling, he still had to let Su Luo and the other two leave temporarily.
At this time, Su Luo was running for her life.
She didn't have time to ask more questions, nor did she dare to stop casually. She ran as fast as she could with Nangong Liuyun. She firmly believed that the farther away from Old Man Mo, the safer they would be.
Although Old Man Mo did not chase them just now, Su Luo knew that they had very little time to escape, because once Old Man Mo recovered his cultivation, he would definitely rush over as quickly as possible.
When Su Luo's mental strength was almost exhausted, she had no choice but to stop.
Putting Nangong Liuyun on the grass, Su Luo quickly grabbed the life-extending elixir and spiritual spring water from the space and fed them all to Nangong Liuyun.
At this time, Nangong Liuyun's eyes were closed, his face was as pale as gold paper, and his breath was almost gone, as if he would die at any time.
Su Luo became more and more sad, her eyes were red, and suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind, and she took out a dagger from her sleeve.
Nangong Liuyun once said that her blood was the most precious elixir in the world, capable of reviving the dead. So, it should be able to heal Nangong Liuyun's internal injuries, right? Without a second thought, Su Luo was about to cut her wrist.
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