bookcurios Chapter 150 Why is your sword in her hand?
Chapter 150 Why is your sword in her hand?
Those disciples who were usually full of energy were now lying on the ground in all directions, some with twisted limbs and some with faces as pale as paper and lifeless.
Seeing this scene, Dongfang Qingmo's heart sank suddenly, and a strong fear instantly surged into her heart, but she quickly suppressed her inner panic and began to search around anxiously, hoping to find even the slightest sign of survivors.
"Huangfu Yi... please don't get hurt!!!" Dongfang Qingmo struggled to make his way through this horrific scene while praying silently in his heart, his eyes blurred by uncontrollable tears.
At that moment, a dark shadow sprinted past her, bringing with it a gust of cold, eerie wind. Dongfang Qingmo was startled, and almost subconsciously drew her sword, then flashed to block the shadow's path.
Her beautiful eyes were wide open, her face full of vigilance, the long sword in her hand flashed with a cold light, and she stared closely at the movements around her.
Dongfang Ti, who was following behind, did not dare to delay at all when he saw this. He quickly used his lightness skills to jump to Dongfang Qingmo's side. The two stood side by side, concentrating on trying to lock onto the trace of the black shadow.
The black shadow was extremely fast and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if it had never appeared.
Just when the two were extremely nervous, suddenly, an extremely weak voice came from a corner not far away: "Help...Help us..."
Hearing this voice, Dongfang Qingmo and Dongfang Ti looked at each other, and then ran towards the direction of the voice without hesitation.
I saw an elder of Lianlan Sect huddled in the corner, shivering. He was covered in wounds and was dying. He looked like he was on the verge of death.
Dongfang Ti rushed forward in two steps, carefully helped the elder up, and asked anxiously, "Elder, what exactly happened?"
The elder gasped for breath and spoke incoherently, "Devil...devil...Master...young...master...save them..."
Before he could finish his words, he coughed violently again, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
After hearing the elder's words, Dongfang Qingmo gritted her teeth, her beautiful eyes burning with rage. She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly and said hatefully, "No matter what, we must stop that demon!"
Huangfu Yi was in the thick black fog, but his sight was as sharp as lightning, and he immediately caught sight of the figure below - it was Dongfang Qingmo.
At this moment, a burst of wild and unrestrained laughter suddenly rang out: "Hahaha!" This laughter came from An Wuhen who was also hidden in the black fog.
Obviously, he had also noticed the arrival of Dongfang Qingmo and others, and he was laughing almost crazily.
Huangfu Ji flashed and instantly stood in front of An Wuhen, taking the opponent's extremely fierce attack head-on.
Just as he was fighting fiercely with An Wuhen, he couldn't help but glance at Dongfang Qingmo who was not far away.
Standing there besides Dongfang Qingmo were Dongfang Ti and Master Xiao.
Huangfu Ji was naturally familiar with these two people.
But when his eyes fell on Dongfang Qingmo, he couldn't help feeling surprised.
Because what shocked him was not the strange woman herself, but the Dragon Roar Sword in her hand.
"Who is she? Why is your sword in her hand?" Huangfu Ji had just asked this question when An Wuhen launched another more ferocious and violent attack.
Faced with such an attack, Huangfu Yi did not dare to be distracted at all and had to concentrate on responding.
Dongfang Qingmo saw the fierce battle between Huangfu Yi and An Wuhen. The situation became increasingly critical and he became extremely anxious.
Her beautiful eyes narrowed, and she let out a delicate cry. With a long sword in her hand, she rushed straight towards An Wuhen like a flash of lightning, wanting only to help Huangfu Yi turn the tide of the battle.
However, An Wuhen's strength is truly unfathomable, and his skills are far beyond everyone's imagination.
He just waved his sleeve lightly, and a powerful force like a tidal wave surged out and hit Dongfang Qingmo directly.
Poor Dongfang Qingmo, although he was agile, he seemed so small and powerless in the face of such terrifying power, and was instantly knocked dozens of feet away.
At this moment, Dongfang Ti, who had been closely watching the battle situation, was shocked when he saw this. He flashed and quickly flew into the air, steadily catching Dongfang Qingmo who was flying backwards.
After landing, Dongfang Qingmo's face was as pale as paper and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Mo'er? Is he seriously injured?" Dongfang Ti's face was full of concern, and his voice was trembling.
Dongfang Qingmo suppressed the surging blood and energy in his body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said through gritted teeth, "Second Uncle, I'm fine. I underestimated the enemy for a moment. I will never make the same mistake again!"
At this moment, she was extremely upset. She never expected that An Wuhen was so powerful and even devoted some of his energy to deal with her.
"Mo'er, you are too impulsive!"
Over there, An Wuhen threw his head back and laughed wildly. His laughter was deafening and echoed throughout the valley: "Hahahahahaha... Little girl, don't think that you can stir up any waves with the Dragon Roar Sword in your hand. It's simply a foolish dream!"
At this moment, Huangfu Yi was seriously injured and could no longer unleash the true power of the Dragon Roar Sword.
As for Dongfang Qingmo, An Wuhen didn't even take her seriously. In his eyes, these people were just a group of lambs to be slaughtered.
I saw a figure rushing over like lightning, it was Qian Shuishui.
Her figure flew rapidly in the air, and the green wooden whip in her hand, with a sharp gust of wind, hit straight towards An Wuhen's door.
However, facing such a swift attack, An Wuhen just snorted coldly, and a thick layer of black instantly appeared around his body.
The mist was like substance, and it easily dissolved the attack of the green wood whip.
"Hahahaha... Just relying on a bunch of you ants, you think you can stop me? That's simply a pipe dream!" An Wuhen laughed wildly, his voice was deafening, as if the whole space was shaking.
Qian Shuishui, who was affected by the recoil force, fell heavily from the sky like a kite with a broken string.
She fell heavily to the ground, staggered back several steps, and finally managed to steady herself.
Dongfang Qingmo saw that Qian Shuishui was not seriously injured and slowly stood up.
She gripped the Dragon Roar Sword tightly in her hand, and the sword began to tremble slightly, emitting bursts of low dragon roars.