Chapter 357 Battle 4
"Why are you crying?" Zhou Shiqing forced a smile and sat up with Jian Mo's support. He comforted her gently, "They are just minor injuries. It won't cause any trouble."
Jian Mo lowered her head and said nothing, but just kept sending her spiritual power to Zhou Shiqing to heal his serious internal injuries.
After swallowing the pill and with the help of Jian Mo's spiritual power, Zhou Shiqing's condition improved a lot.
He stopped Jian Mo's movements: "Okay, Junior Sister, I'm really fine."
Jiang Xia and his companions swallowed the pills and immediately began to meditate, trying to absorb the medicinal power of the pills in a short period of time and recover as soon as possible.
The Demon King flew down from above with Shen Chaochao, and the Ghost King followed closely behind.
Zhou Shiqing stood up straight and took a look at the situation around him. Ye Wumian and others were busy dealing with high-level monsters and had no time to take care of themselves. Jiang Xia and others were seriously injured and were still recovering. Yue'er and his junior brother were also busy breaking the formation.
Everyone is trying their best to persevere.
“Senior Brother…” Jian Mo’s eyes were red as she pulled at the corner of his clothes and shook her head silently at him.
"Junior sister, you must trust Senior Brother." Zhou Shiqing looked at her gently and seriously.
Jian Mo knew that she couldn't change his mind, so she silently let go of his hand and forced a smile: "Big Brother, be careful."
Zhou Shiqing responded, holding his bloodstained sword horizontally, and stood firmly in front of the demon king and his men. His attitude was clearly determined; if he wanted to pass, he had to step over his sword first.
"He's not afraid of death."
The Ghost King sneered, but a hint of admiration flashed across his eyes.
These human disciples do have some blood in them.
With such talent and character, he will surely become a great man in the future.
It’s just a pity that I was unlucky and met them.
The Ghost King threw out a ball of black mist from his fingertips. When the black mist landed on the ground, it turned into countless sharp spikes, and flew straight towards Zhou Shiqing's face with a fishy smell.
Zhou Shiqing poured all of his remaining spiritual power into the sword, and the sword body hummed as it resisted the black fog.
When he was in good condition, even if he joined forces with several others, he was no match for the Ghost King.
Now we are just struggling to hold on.
Zhou Shiqing was already seriously injured and was now struggling even more. He was forced back step by step by the Ghost King. Every step he took left a pool of blood under his feet.
"As long as I have breath left in me, no one can possibly think of it!" He gritted his teeth, and the blade of his sword began to tremble.
At the last moment, a dazzling spiritual light burst out from Zhou Shiqing's body, like the last radiance before burning out. The hand holding the sword pushed forward violently, and actually forced the black fog back and dissipated.
Blood slowly dripped down the spirit sword.
Zhou Shiqing's body swayed, then stood straight again.
But... anyone can see his weakness. Perhaps even the Ghost King doesn't need to take action. Any low-level monster can easily defeat him.
"Big Brother..."
Zhuo Hua had just dealt with the monster in front of him and turned around to see this scene.
Without caring about anything else, the young man's eyes turned red and he was furious. He rushed forward with his sword in hand.
"Dirty thing, if you hurt my senior brother, I will kill you."
The boy was so angry that he didn't care.
The gap in strength is like a chasm that stands before our eyes, making it difficult to cross.
"Junior brother is back..."
Zhou Shiqing wanted to stop it, but he was powerless.
I could only watch him being unilaterally beaten by the Ghost King.
Zhou Shiqing used up his last bit of strength to catch the person.
Zhuo Hua lay on his arms, spitting blood from his mouth and unable to speak a complete sentence.
Zhou Shiqing hurriedly fed the Bone-Growing and Blood-Melting Pill into his mouth and used his spiritual power to protect his heart meridians.
"Little Junior Brother, stop talking."
Zhuo Hua's chest was heaving violently, and his breath was weak as if it would dissipate at any moment.
Zhou Shiqing's heart tightened as he watched, and with unprecedented anxiety in his voice, he shouted to Jian Mo, "Junior sister, come and check on my junior brother!"
He looked down at Zhuo Hua, blood dripping down his jaw and hitting Zhuo Hua's pale face.
"Brother, it will be fine."
"It will be fine."
Zhou Shiqing repeated it over and over again, both to support Zhuo Hua and to hold on to the last glimmer of hope, trying hard to convince himself in his heart.
Jian Mo stumbled over and looked at Zhuo Hua, a little afraid to touch him. Her voice trembled unconsciously: "How... are you so badly injured?"
Zhou Shiqing calmed down and carefully placed him in Jian Mo's arms, saying calmly, "Junior sister, take good care of me."
Jian Mo held back her tears and nodded, watching Zhou Shiqing's blood-stained back as he left.
"Senior Sister, will I die?"
Zhuo Hua's weak voice drew Jian Mo's attention back.
"Don't talk nonsense, Senior Sister will save you."
"Well, I believe Senior Sister..."
Zhuo Hua's voice was as light as a feather and his breath was barely noticeable.
He looked at Jian Mo, his eyelashes trembled, and his last bit of strength was exhausted. He completely lost consciousness, his hands hanging limply, with blood still stained on his fingertips.
…
Zhou Shiqing swallowed the Wrath God Pill, and his depleted spiritual energy was instantly replenished, allowing him to break through from the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm to the peak of the Void Refinement Realm.
The Ghost King's pupils shrank slightly: "How can your realm be so high?"
Zhou Shiqing turned a deaf ear to him, with only scarlet murderous intent in his eyes. He tightly grasped the magic sword in his hand and rushed forward with the momentum of destroying the world.
Seeing this, the Ghost King snorted coldly: "So what if you are a Void Refiner? Killing you with my own hands is as easy as killing an ant."
After exchanging a few moves with Zhou Shiqing, the Ghost King realized that he was wrong.
The opponent's sword was extremely brutal and fierce. Every sword move was filled with the determination to destroy both himself and his opponent. Every move went straight to the vital points, clearly intending to fight for his life.
How could this be the combat power that an ordinary Void Refiner should have?
The Ghost King was frightened.
…
At the same time on the other side.
The demon king only wanted to smash the lotus magic weapon and let the light of the fortune-stealing stone plate shine on everyone.
The disciples of the Spirit Beast Sect and the Four Phases Sect were fighting hard.
The Demon King is even stronger than the Ghost King, and none of the disciples from the two sects can withstand a single blow from him.
Yang Boyong looked at his fellow disciples lying on the ground, their lives unknown. He felt as if his heart was being crushed by a huge rock, and it was dull and painful.
Yang Boyong, who was always good-tempered, felt a raging fire burning in his heart, and he wanted to rush forward and die together with the person who hurt his fellow disciple.
But unfortunately, he is the only one who can operate this magic weapon and he cannot move it, otherwise all their previous efforts will be in vain.
Bai Cheng and Li Buyan climbed up from the ground and stood in front of Yang Boyong in an absolute protective posture.
Li Buyan casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Brother Yang, just use your magic weapon to lock up the evil creature. We brothers are blocking the way ahead, so you can rest assured."
Bai Cheng and Li Buyan looked at each other, and at the same time, they made hand gestures, and light blue spiritual power spread out like ripples.
The monsters that were killing indiscriminately around suddenly stopped, and two seconds later they turned around like crazy and pounced on the monster king desperately.
The demon king frowned and casually waved his robe sleeves. An invisible wall of air blew away the horde of demon beasts, and they fell to the ground in a bloody mess.
"You're using the beasts I've raised to attack me?" He sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "How ridiculous."
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