Sword Three + Douluo, the Fortune-Telling God, the Second Part Sequel - Chapter 117

“Three… Three brothers!”

Yan Le looked panicked, her lips trembled slightly, feeling the warm blood dripping on her cheeks, helplessly supporting Tang San’s body which could not be supported, and fell down.

Tang San resisted the pain of being corroded by toxins in his body, and pulled out a forced smile, comforting Yan Le, who was involuntarily bursting with tears in his eyes.

“Lele, I’m fine—wow!!”

Before he finished speaking, Tang San vomited a big mouthful of blood mixed with minced meat.

Even if he was seriously injured like this, Tang San was still trying hard to comfort Yan Le, “Don’t, don’t worry…”

Why?

Why does it become like this?

Why would he come to block this blow for me?

Obviously, even if I was hit by the crystal, my chance of survival, who is already a soul saint, would be better than that of Tang San, and I also have a variety of ways to get out!

Didn’t I see in fate that Tang San would kill Sister Xiao Wu?

Isn’t what I saw is true?

At this time, Yan Le had doubts about the scenes he saw in the dark, but these were not the key points now. Yan Le’s thoughts only flashed through his mind, and were left behind by the severe situation.

Seeing that it was Tang San who was injured in the end, Hu Liena was slightly unbearable, but still ordered to continue attacking them.

Mo Ju and Xiao Wu glanced at each other. The two of them cooperated fully and barely blocked the attacks of all the enemies, but their fists were hard to beat with four hands. Moreover, not only were there four enemies, Xiao Wu and Mo Ju could not last long.

On the other side, Daming Erming was still trapped by Ghost Douluo and Ju Douluo, unable to get out, and Daming was seriously injured.

Yan Le and the four were in a dilemma. They entered, and there was nowhere to enter. Xiao Wu and Mo Ju alone could not hold all the people in the Spirit Hall; retreat, not to mention whether the Spirit Hall would let them go. If they retreat now What about Daming Erming, Erming’s situation is better, but what about Daming? If they retreat, Daming will undoubtedly die.

Although Da Ming Erming was trapped in the air, he could still perceive the situation below. The two soul beast kings with IQ not lower than humans understood Yan Le’s situation very well, and their big eyes showed deep sadness and confrontation. The hatred of the soul hall.

In a short period of time, Xiao Wu had already suffered serious injuries.

Xiao Wu’s own soul power is lower than that of the Soul Sage of Wuhun Hall. Even if she is extremely talented, she can barely resist attacks. What’s more, in order to protect Tang San, who is seriously injured behind her, Xiao Wu has limited space to dodge. Hard resistance.

On the other side, Mo Ju’s situation is better than Xiao Wu’s, but it’s not much better. Most of the people in the Spirit Hall are concentrated on his side. Mo Ju is more powerful than the Soul Sage of the Spirit Hall, and he is surrounded by him. To no avail.

Yan Le moved the surplus, the spirit power in his body was consumed wildly, and he used his spirit ability to heal Tang San.

But the toxin contained in Bibi Dong’s power crystals was too strong. Although Tang San’s body was inherently anti-toxic and could not resist it, it was not easy to barely maintain a sober state now.

Tang San’s current situation is very bad, blood gushing from the wound he was hit on his back like an endless source of origin.

Yan Le held down the wound on Tang San’s back, trying to stop the flow of blood, and there was no one to play, but the piano sounded loudly.

The golden streamer kept submerging into Tang San’s body, which could only bring him weak treatment.

Tang San looked at Yan Le weakly, with unchanging tenderness and affection in his blue eyes, “LeLe, this may be the last time I heard it. Can you give me your answer?”

With a weeping tone in Yan Le’s tone, he murmured: “Say something silly, you will be fine, you will be fine, we will all be fine!”

Speaking of the end, Yan Le’s eyes gradually became firm, and after helping Tang San, the Yingque placed on the ground by him rose slowly and floated in the air.

Swordsman time played again, blocking all the attacks for the four.

Xiao Wu took advantage of this short time to retreat to Yan Le’s side, still watching the enemies outside, “Xiao Le?”

Yan Le silently handed Tang San to Xiao Wu, “Sister Xiao Wu, you still have more energy. Take your third brother and I will stay.”

When Xiao Wu heard this, she ignored the enemies outside, and looked back at Yan Le in amazement, “Xiao Le, what do you mean, let’s go together!”

Xiao Wu understood that even if all of them stayed, they would be more ill-fortuned, let alone Yan Le alone.

Tang San also broke free of Xiao Wu’s support and stood up forcibly, “No, you can’t stay.”

After just finished speaking, the wound behind Tang San that had finally stopped the bleeding trend was torn again.

But Tang San couldn’t manage that much, he just looked at Yan Le firmly.

Knowing that Tang San would not agree, Yan Le unexpectedly knocked him out, held his fallen body, entrusted it to Xiao Wu, and said anxiously: “You hurry up, I can’t stop it anymore.”

The barrier of Swordsman Time can only exist for eight seconds, after more than eight seconds, the spirit power consumed will double.

Xiao Wu still wants to reject Yan Le. Before she could say anything, Yan Le said: “Sister Xiao Wu, don’t worry, I will be fine, and they will be fine. You go first.”

The three people who were still sober knew who the “they” Yan Le said were, but Xiao Wu was still very hesitant.

Yan Le gave her the last blow, “When did I lie to you, Sister Xiao Wu, you forgot that you are not responsible for your own safety.”

After all, Yan Le took a look at the necklace on Xiao Wu’s slender neck.

Xiao Wu was finally persuaded by Yan Le, and her red eyes looked at Yan Le fiercely: “You must chase here early, or we will be waiting for you outside the Star Dou Forest.”

Seeing Xiao Wu and Mo Ju disappearing with Tang San’s distant figure, Yan Le turned around and withdrew the surplus that had been floating beside him, the faint and cold golden light spread from his pupils, completely covering his entire eyes.

The silver-white lines are drawn on the center of Yan Le’s brows, forming a diamond pattern.

The spirit ring that originally surrounded Yan Le’s body did not disappear with Yingque, but was dyed with the same golden color as Yan Le’s eyes.

Since the golden color in Yan Le’s eyes appeared, the whole world seemed to stop. The blood dripping from Daming’s body stopped in the air. Following Hu Liena’s orders, the murderous moves of the soul sages who turned and attacked Daming also stopped in their hands.

The cyan light layer formed by the arrogant time in front of Yan Le could not withstand the attack for the last time and shattered into tiny light particles, which also stayed in front of him.

Yan Le is amazed every time he sees this kind of time stop, but now it is not the time to waste time.

According to the results of his practice under the guidance of the God of Destiny for the past five years, in a situation like this, he can only last for half a minute each time. Once the time is up, everything that has been stopped will continue.

Yan Le’s cold and indifferent eyes because of the golden light fell on the seventh golden spirit ring around him.

After mobilizing all the spirit power in his body, Yan Le’s face turned white, and the golden spirit ring turned into an ordinary pen and an equally ordinary book in front of him.

Yan Le raised his hand, picked up the pen in front of him, and gently turned the pages of the book. The tip of the pen trembled slightly, but it firmly landed on the white writing.

After writing down the pen, it seemed that there was a force preventing the writing of the pen tip, but Yan Le looked firm and he insisted on carrying this resistance to write the first line of words on the page.

[Wuhundian and his party are destined to return without success…]

As mentioned earlier, a martial soul with destiny attributes did not emphasize ability before titled Douluo, which was equivalent to a waste martial soul, unless it consumed its own vitality.

As the handwriting on the paper appeared, Yan Lepi’s silky silver hair gradually dried up and turned white from the end of the hair. The skin on the arm that was holding the pen quickly dimmed and wrinkled.

In a short period of time, Yan Le looked like a nineteen-year-old young man to a fifty-year-old man.

After writing this paragraph, Yan Le paused for a while, picked up his pen and wrote below [Tang Sanan is good…]

With just two words, Yan Le’s appearance is more than ten years old.

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