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"Qing Huan..." Nan Yang's voice trembled slightly when he opened his mouth, and his hands stained with countless other people's blood lightly touched Qing Huan's auricle, carefully, as if he was trying to trace the shape there.

"Nan Yang, hurry up and take her into the hall and find Cheng Zhuming. The disciple who stayed behind there has wound medicine on him. The rain is getting heavier and heavier. If she drench too much, her wound will become inflamed and she will die!" Junqiao's previous excitement was calmed down by the sudden serious injury of Qinghuan, and he kept warning Nanyang calmly.

"...Can you hold on?" The rain on Nan Yang's face continued to slide down his face, and the hand that was holding Qing Huan's clothes was so tight that his knuckles protruded.

Junqiao sighed softly and turned his head to look behind him.The mecha beast Wuji and Wuming controlled had already been half blown up by the blast of gunpowder just now, and the control became very difficult, almost scrapped.And Wu Gong was talking to Wuming in a hurry while pulling the mecha beast back in a hurry.

Junqiao turned back to look at Nanyang, his eyes were determined and firm: "Don't worry, there are still many organs around the main hall, which are enough to resist for a while."

"...Okay, be careful." Nan Yang frowned and looked at the person in his arms, gritted his teeth and hugged Qing Huan horizontally. The sticky flesh and blood on Qing Huan's back made her hands tremble.She lowered her head slightly, and saw Qing Huan's pale face resting quietly on her chest, looking powerless and bleak, filthy ashes and blood were criss-crossed on her fair face, it was terribly quiet.

When she came out, she said that she would protect her.But now, and most of the time before, Qing Huan protects her both openly and secretly.

The clothes of both of them were completely wet, Nan Yang carried Qing Huan into the corridor of the left hall as quickly as possible.Cheng Zhuming and the other five were still cleaning up on the bronze door carefully, without bothering to lift their heads.Bian Zi took the opportunity to stand aside with a few Disorderly Disciples, and was very silent.

"Zizhan." Nan Yang panted lightly, calling Bian Zizhan.

Bianzi looked up and saw that the white clothes on Nan Yang's body were stained badly with blood, and the Qing Huan in her arms was even more serious. There was almost no part of the moon-white coat that was not red, and what's more, there was blood on the back. It was dripping continuously, and the corridors along the way were sporadically sprinkled with blood.

"Qing Huan!..." Bian Zi stood up straight in a hurry, walked towards Nan Yang, and carefully took Qing Huan from Nan Yang's hand.

Nan Yang grasped Qing Huan's shoulder tightly, not letting Bian Zi take advantage of it.She squatted down and let Qing Huan sit on the ground, with her upper body leaning against her arms.

"Master, what happened to Junior Sister? She..."

"Don't talk yet." Nan Yang interrupted Bian Zicheng's words, found an angle, and looked at Qing Huan's back carefully.

The incisions on the clothes were long strips, and the wounds were distributed vertically and horizontally. They were not burned in a large area, so they should not have been blasted by gunpowder.It was probably scratched by the black iron piece of the mecha that exploded when the gunpowder exploded. The wound was deep, and the force of the explosion was enough to compare with the hidden weapon thrown by the top martial arts master today.

Nan Yang bit her lower lip, stretched out her hand, grasped the black iron fragments embedded in the wound on Qing Huan's back with her bare hands, and pulled out the fragments one by one with precision and speed.A few Disciples of Disorderly Flowers gathered around, took out the wound medicine they were carrying and prepared it.

One of the female disciples in Tsing Yi said: "Master Nanyang, this girl is bleeding all the time, and if the wound is not treated, her life may be in danger. I am a disciple of Xinglin in Luanhuagu, and I can temporarily stop the bleeding of this girl. You can help her The girl's pulse door is sending some true energy, I will give her the medicine first."

Nan Yang nodded, and at some point the forehead was covered with sweat.She gave up her seat to the female disciple, who knelt behind Qing Huan on one knee and sprinkled a bottle of medicinal powder on her wound.

Nan Yang looked at Qing Huan's face intently, but Qing Huan was in a deep coma, no matter how painful her body was, her expression was still the same silent.Nan Yang slowly raised her blood-stained hand, touched Qing Huan's face tremblingly, and gently wiped the dirty blood on her face, but her own hand was also stained with blood, and the more she wiped it, the uglier it became .

"Master, don't worry, Junior Sister will be fine." Bian Zi took advantage of the fact that he couldn't do anything, he could only stand aside and comfort Nan Yang who seemed a little abnormal.

"...It's all my fault. I didn't protect her well." Nan Yang's voice was very low and hoarse.

"Master, it's fine, it's fine. When I get back to Beifei, I'll ask Uncle Yu Xiu to show my junior sister. Uncle Yu Xiu's medical skills are so good, my junior sister must be fine..." Bian Zi said while talking, His throat was a little sore, he stopped his voice in time, and tried his best to get rid of the choking in his throat.

The female disciple who administered medicine to Qing Huan raised her eyes to look at Nan Yang and Bian Zicheng, who were only staring at Qing Huan, the fox eyes on the end of her eyes narrowed slightly, a natural and indelible charm leaked out .She curled her lips indistinctly, took out another small porcelain bottle from her waist, and opened the bottle at an angle that no one could see. A small Gu worm climbed up Qing Huan's back and burrowed into her terrifying body. In the wound.

The female disciple tilted her head to watch the process, nodded in satisfaction, and continued to treat Qing Huan's wound, no one seemed to notice her small movements.

"boom--!!!"

Suddenly there was a huge explosion roar outside. The previous explosions were not so loud. This one shook the floor three times violently, which shocked everyone.

There was a noisy sound from the main hall, as if a large number of people were pouring in, and then there was the rattling sound of the door closing, as if a certain mechanism had been touched, and the whole house was operating.

Bian Zi quickly took off his robe and wrapped it around Qing Huan, Nan Yang hugged Qing Huan horizontally, and everyone began to approach the bronze gate.

Cheng Zhuming wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said angrily: "Damn it, didn't you say it was too late, why did you hit it so fast!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Junqiao and Wuji rushed over from the main hall, all four of them seemed in a hurry.

Jun Qiao didn't even care to wipe the rain off her face, and the rain mixed with blood dripped down to the floor along the corner of her clothes: "I can't bear it outside anymore, I closed the mechanism of the gate, but the gate won't last long Mr. Cheng, can this door be opened?"

"A count of three hundred is enough." Cheng Zhuming said in a muffled voice.

Everyone fell into silence, and everyone secretly counted in their hearts.But the main hall is obviously not so quiet. Someone outside is trying to destroy the gate with brute force, and there are dull "boom, boom" crashes from time to time.Every time the impact sounded, everyone's hearts sank a little more.

Nan Yang lowered her head slightly, put her chin on the top of Qing Huan's hair, and muttered to herself in a voice that only she could hear: "It's just that I didn't look at you for a while, why did you get in front of me again?" .”

She paused, lowered her head and kissed Qing Huan's hair lightly, and said solemnly: "You will be fine, I'm still waiting for us to go back to Beifei together, you said you can cook for me."

"270 three..." Bianzi said softly, staring at the corridor leading to the main hall. If those people attacked before the bronze door opened, all of them would be here, and they would not be able to fly out even with their wings inserted.

"270...260 five..."

"Boom——" "Click——" There was a strange sound suddenly, as if something was broken.

Wuji looked at the astrolabe in his hand, and hurriedly said to Junqiao: "Master Gu, the Western Dragon Cable has been broken. The gate is dangerous."

Jun Qiao gritted his teeth: "The others continue to wait here, Wuji you three, follow me to the main hall to stop them."

"You're crazy, you won't be able to come back once you've gone! Master Gu, please think twice." Bianzi persuaded Junqiao seriously while blocking Junqiao.

"..." Junqiao hesitated to speak, so he gritted his teeth and waved his sleeves.

"220..."

"boom--!"

"I'm really going crazy, I'm really going crazy..." A messy male disciple in Tsing Yi couldn't bear the torment of the front and back attacks, and covered his head in pain, "It's better to just kill me..."

"boom--"

"Click...click——"

"190 five..."

"Boom—boom—!!!"

Wuji stared at the astrolabe with a sudden change of expression: "Oops, three of the four dragon cables have been broken, Guzhu, you stay here, we will go to the main hall to buy time for you."

Before Junqiao could stop him, Wuji rushed out with Wugong and Wuming, and disappeared in the corridor in the blink of an eye.

"170 three..."

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, as if half of the gate had been demolished, and then the sound of a large group of people attacking and killing became loud, and someone shouted: "Lord! There is no one in the hall, they must still be here! Go search for me, and kill Junqiao by all means!"

Everyone's breathing was stagnant, and they couldn't help but move closer to the bronze door. Soon, the sound of the three Wuji fighting against the thieves was heard not far away. Can effectively control the thieves.

"120 five..."

Cheng Zhuming suddenly raised his head: "How many farts! You all come here, this door is too heavy, the control mechanism has long been broken, you use your sword to pry it open!"

Except for Nan Yang who was holding Qinghuan, all the people with swords rushed forward, inserted their long swords into the edge of the door, and began to pry open the door with enough internal strength.

"Ah... What kind of broken door..." Bianzi blushed and his neck was thick, and his veins were bulging.

Nan Yang frowned, asked Qing Huan to stand on the ground, held her waist tightly with one hand to prevent her from slipping down, pulled out Luo Frost with the other hand, thrust it into the crack of the door, and stared, but in the blink of an eye, there was nothing left on the door. The patina was propped off and shattered into slag, and the door was heavily pried open a crack.

The sound of fighting from the other side of the corridor continued to approach the left hall, as if they knew that everyone was here, and everyone came here to fight Wuji and the others.

"The door is open, go down quickly!" Several people struggled to lift the bronze door until it was big enough for one person to pass through, and the few people closest to the door immediately jumped into the door.

When everyone entered the bronze gate one after another, Junqiao looked at the end of the corridor hesitantly, as if waiting for something.

"Junqiao, come down quickly." Nan Yang shouted from below.

"...Wuji and they still..."

"They can't come back, come down quickly!"

"..."

"Are you going to let them die here in vain? They are desperately protecting you, don't you protect yourself well?"

Jun Qiao bit his lip, his eyes were sore, and he took a last look at the end of the corridor. Hearing the sound of killing approaching, he closed his eyes in reluctance, and was the last one to jump under the bronze door.