Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

At this time, Shao Siming's huge energy body condensed into a phantom several feet high, floating behind Xiaoyi.

Ou Ya's eyes widened instantly, and he cried out involuntarily: "What a terrifying finger technique, this...what kind of god is this? These two finger attacks are definitely divine skills!"

His body was shaking slightly, he was so shocked that he couldn't control himself.

As a Soul Douluo born in Poseidon Island, Ou Yatai is familiar with the kind of lofty, ethereal, vast and sacred power.

The scene before him was like the light of the sea god that he once looked up to, full of mystery and majesty.

He felt like he was in a sacred realm and was deeply shocked by this extraordinary power.

At this moment, in his eyes, Xiaoyi's image had undergone a drastic change.

This is definitely a true messenger of God, a person favored by God who is being bathed in God's grace.

Otherwise, he couldn't imagine that Xiaoyi could summon the power of the gods so easily.

As soon as she prayed, the gods descended and possessed her, granting her endless divine power.

But he didn't know that there was a power called the summoning spell.

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The target killers that Xiaoyi killed just now with these two finger techniques were selected purposefully and after careful consideration.

"One finger cuts off yin and yang", choosing to kill the Hell Horse Soul Saint and the Thorn Soul Saint was to avenge Chen Xiaojun. It was the anger towards the sneak attacker and the resentment towards the procrastinator.

The Hell Horse Soul Saint was the one who attacked Chen Xiaojun by surprise and was the culprit that caused Chen Xiaojun to be seriously injured and on the verge of death;

If it weren't for the interference of the Thorn Soul Saint, she might have been able to prevent the tragedy from happening. She was just a little bit away from reaching Chen Xiaojun's side and arriving before the Dark Moon Scythe pierced Chen Xiaojun's chest.

This was actually a miscalculation on Chen Xiaojun's part. He might have expected that he would be seriously injured, but he never thought that he would face a life-and-death crisis.

As for the two Soul Douluos, they turned into nothingness under the "Two Fingers to Cover All Living Things" because of their powerful strength and they were a potential huge threat.

In this way, the killer only had two half-crippled Soul Emperors left, and they were no longer a threat. They could definitely be easily dealt with by Ou Ya and Cheng Yun. Everyone was saved, and the crisis was resolved. There were also people left alive for questioning, and there would be no one to disturb her from rescuing Chen Xiaojun.

The most important thing is, by killing these two Soul Douluo, Xiaoyi can absorb their vitality, which is the unique feature of the "Two Fingers to Cover a Living Being" skill.

These vitality are of vital importance to Chen Xiaojun, and this is everything she has done for Chen Xiaojun.

And now, on the ground.

Xixi held Chen Xiaojun's hand tightly, her fingertips trembling so much that she could hardly feel the temperature of his skin.

Her eyes were filled with fear, and her voice was trembling so much that it was almost unrecognizable: "Xiaoyi, Xiaojun, he...he...is not breathing."

Xixi's crying voice echoed in the silent air. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of her heart, like a sharp knife, piercing everyone's heart.

Her voice tore through the oppressive silence, making the air around them seem to freeze.

Everyone was so shocked by the sudden news that they could hardly move, and their eyes were focused on Chen Xiaojun's pale and lifeless face.

His chest was as calm as dead water, without a single rise or fall, as if life had quietly left him.

Xixi's tears fell silently like beads that had broken off the string, dripping onto the back of Chen Xiaojun's hand.

She tried to wake him up with trembling hands, but all her efforts seemed so powerless.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, her heart filled with despair as if the world had collapsed. She could not accept this fact, nor could she change this cruel reality. She could only watch Chen Xiaojun's life force gradually fade away, and watch Chen Xiaojun slowly die in front of her.

This pain and despair overwhelmed her like a tide, leaving her unable to extricate herself.

Everyone was still in shock from this sudden turn of events. Zhu Wuneng staggered over, fell down several times, got up again, fell down again, and got up again.

Some prayed silently, while others shed tears silently.

Xixi's crying voice was like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's heartstrings again and again, making them feel the unspeakable grief.

Xiaoyi's expression suddenly became solemn. She quickly moved to the other side of Xixi, gently leaned over and stared at Chen Xiaojun's pale and bloodless face.

She stretched out her trembling but firm fingers and gently touched Chen Xiaojun's pulse, as if she was fighting with the god of death for the spark of life.

Her fingertips danced on Chen Xiaojun's pulse, and every beat made her heart beat faster, but she forced herself to remain calm, because she knew that only by staying calm could she make the right judgment.

"Shut up and don't disturb me from rescuing him! No breathing does not mean complete death!" Xiaoyi yelled at Xixi. This was the first time she scolded Xixi in a harsh voice, and it was so cold and frightening.

Xixi was shocked by Xiaoyi and stopped crying instantly. Then she came to her senses. She looked at Xiaoyi nervously with hope in her eyes: "Xiaojun, is there still hope?"

Xiaoyi did not respond. She concentrated on slowly injecting the vitality she had absorbed from the two Soul Douluos into Chen Xiaojun's body.

As a large amount of surging vitality poured in, Chen Xiaojun's body began to have a slight reaction. The blood gradually stopped flowing out, and a faint pulse beat on her wrist.

At the same time, Xiaoyi quickly took out an eighth-grade healing elixir, crushed it, and carefully applied it to the deep wound on Chen Xiaojun's chest that was visible to the bone.

At this moment, a powerful gust of air came out, and Chen Cong arrived with a sword. He landed in front of everyone, his eyes fell on Chen Xiaojun, whose face was pale, with a shocking wound on his chest from the tip of a sickle.

Cheng Yun and Zhu Wuneng had red eyes and were eager to explain to Chen Cong what had happened.

Chen Cong's expression became more and more frightening, as cold as frost.

Then, two figures came out from the air. They were Zuo Tinggang and Xue Churan.

Later, another flying soul master from the academy arrived.

Their eyes fell on Xiaoyi's shattered body and the shadow behind her. Looking at the shadow was like an ant seeing a dragon. They looked at each other and saw each other's horror.

Their arrival made the atmosphere at the scene even more solemn, but everyone remained silent tacitly, just watching Xiaoyi trying her best to save Chen Xiaojun's life.

Xiaoyi's process of rescuing Chen Xiaojun was full of tension and hardship. She continuously injected the vitality in her body into Chen Xiaojun's body, as if she wanted to devote all her strength to the person she cared about.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead, but she didn't care. She just stared intently at Chen Xiaojun's pale and bloodless face.

While injecting vitality into Chen Xiaojun's body, Xiaoyi also quickly took out the healing pills that Ye Xiuxin had prepared long ago and gave them to Chen Xiaojun to stop bleeding, replenish qi, restore essence, and recover mental strength.

Although her hands were trembling slightly due to long-term tension, her movements were unusually precise and quick.

She does not allow herself to make the slightest mistake, because every mistake could be fatal.