Chapter 418

Wang Mang could not help but have such a doubt in his heart.

He clearly saw that Qin Changsheng had the upper hand in the whole process of fighting with Ye Feng. He almost pressed Ye Feng and didn't seem to have been hit by Ye Feng's attack.

So when did he get so badly hurt?

But then, Wang Mang shook his head, looked at Qin Changsheng's back and laughed at himself. When did he get hurt and what does it have to do with himself now?

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This time, Qin Changsheng did not take the flame pterosaur with him.

It is not allowed to carry pet and mount for external examination.

Qin Changsheng stumbled forward in the snow and finally found a low mountain.

He summoned the puppet feijiang. He had already stored enough spirit stones in the puppet feijiang. He was going to use the puppet feijiang to contain the sword marks.

However, the puppet flying stiff was not used in the end.

At this moment, Qin Changsheng summoned the puppet feijiang to open up a simple cave for himself, and then let the puppet feijiang guard the cave to protect himself.

Walking into the cave, Qin Changsheng suddenly fell to the ground. The death curse in his body became more and more crazy and continued to devour his vitality.

Internal injuries in the body also broke out almost completely.

He immediately found a lot of pill bottles from the storage ring, and all kinds of pills fell to the ground.

Most of these pills are the booty he obtained by killing his enemy.

Among these pills, there are many high-quality healing pills, which are obtained from Qin Changsheng's silent, sword scar and Ye Feng's storage ring since ancient times.

They are all monks in the secret realm of supernatural powers, especially Gu Buyu. They have already entered the inner door of xuantianzong and become the inner door disciples of xuantianzong. The resources they get are very important. The pills in their storage ring are all imported pills, and the quality is not low.

This kind of wound healing pill is very precious and powerful. It takes a lot of time for ordinary people and martial arts to completely refine this kind of wound healing pill with high quality.

However, at the moment, Qin Changsheng didn't care much. He raised his head and poured several bottles of healing pills one after another.

"Swallow the soul of martial arts, swallow it for me!"

Qin Changsheng roared and devoured and refined these healing pills crazily by swallowing the soul of Wu.

A huge force of life suddenly surged out of those pills, swallowed by the soul of Wu and fed back to Qin Changsheng.

"Ah..."

Qin Changsheng immediately felt that the huge drug force poured into his body, making his body seem to be bursting.

The veins on his forehead were exposed, the injuries in his body and the curse of the riot made his body extremely bad. Under the impact of this huge medicine, it seemed to be stimulated, and the pain doubled.

He held his head tightly, and the power of curse in his mind shrouded his Yuanshen, making his spirit slightly narrowed. The spirit seemed to be torn. The pain of the soul to be torn was far stronger than the pain from the flesh.

No one knows.

At the moment, Qin Changsheng is experiencing what pain, and no one knows how close Qin Changsheng is to death.

He just felt that the time was so long.

A breath is like a century!

Under the double brilliance of internal injury and curse power, the fire of his life was like the candlelight wildfire in winter, as if it could be extinguished at any time.

He is big after all.

Even if his real Qi power is incomparable, even if his flesh has completed many transformations and is extremely powerful, the sword that contains powerful mana and killing opportunity to shake Ye Feng has buried a huge hidden danger for him and threatened his life at the moment.

Outside the cave, the puppet flew stiff and quietly guarded Qin Changsheng.

He is just a puppet, without seven emotions and six desires, nor any pain. He doesn't understand the pain and danger Qin Changsheng is experiencing at the moment.

He just obeyed Qin Changsheng's orders and quietly guarded the cave entrance from any threat.

In the cave, Qin Changsheng held his head and roared. Sweat quickly condensed into ice residue and fell to the ground in this cold weather.

He was never afraid of death, but he was unwilling to die.

At this moment, despite the boundless pain enveloping his body and soul, he always tries to keep himself awake, endures the pain with his extraordinary will, tries his best to guide the medicine power of the healing pill, repair his own injury, and strive to suppress the curse power of violence.

And now.

Wang Mang already flew stiff with his puppet, and Yukong left the snow field.

With his head buried, he galloped all the way towards the outer area of the Tianmo battlefield, and the scene that had just happened kept coming to mind.

Thinking of Qin Changsheng's last silence, he disdained to defend.

Qin Changsheng's indifference and even the mood to collect Ye Feng's storage ring.

Wang Mang couldn't help but take a deep breath. He became more and more upset and even angry: "it's really worthy of being a member of the devil's door. It's really heartless!"

However, the string of bright red blood behind Qin Changsheng always hovered and emerged in his mind unconsciously.

He shook his head vigorously, scolded himself and said, "what am I thinking? He is a man in the magic door and a devil. What am I worried about for him?"

"If you want to die, just die. All the demons in the world are dead!"

He kept whispering curses, but in his mind, he couldn't get rid of the bright red blood on the snow.

When on earth did he get hurt?

Wang Mang had this doubt in his mind more than once.

He couldn't help thinking. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. Suddenly, his pupils shrank.

In his mind, Qin Changsheng fought with Ye Feng.

When Ye Feng first shot and killed them, he only felt endless despair. He just felt that the whole person was like falling into the swamp of death and couldn't get rid of it. He could only watch Ye Feng's blazing sword fall towards him.

However, just as the sword approached, the figure suddenly took a step forward, waved the sword and steadily blocked the Blazing Sword of Ye Feng.

His clothes fluttered, his hair flew, and he shook the sword with a fierce and powerful momentum.

The picture is frozen in my mind.

Wang Mang's galloping figure was suddenly fixed in mid air.

His pupils trembled and shrunk to the tip of a needle, and his body could not help trembling.

Was he injured at that time?!

Yes.

Qin Changsheng, after all, is just a warrior in the mortal realm!

No matter how strong he is and how deep he is, how can he shake the monk so calmly and easily?!

How could you take Ye Feng's powerful sword as easily as it seems?!

The injury in his body must be the internal injury he suffered when he shook with Ye Feng just now!

Wang Mang, who gradually calmed down, became more rational.

With Qin Changsheng's rich fighting experience and Qin Changsheng's terrible fighting consciousness, how can we not avoid Ye Feng's sword and need to beat the stone with an egg?!

Wang Mang's heart trembled suddenly.

In an instant, it became clear that the reason why Qin Changsheng didn't dodge the other party's sword and chose to shake it head-on was to protect him!

If Qin Changsheng hadn't stopped the sword for him with his serious injury, he would have turned into a ghost under Ye Feng's sword!

If Qin Changsheng is really a member of the evil way, why do you have to do this for him?

For a moment, Wang Mang was like being split by a bolt from the blue. His mind was blank and his heart trembled violently.

The other party, for his serious injury, but what did he do to him?

Thinking of what he had just done, Wang Mang only felt boundless guilt, remorse and remorse.

"Younger martial brother Qin... Younger martial brother Qin!"

He immediately turned back, flew stiff with the puppet, turned into a galloping rainbow, returned to the original road, returned to the previous place, and then chased in the direction Qin Changsheng had just left.

But under the wind and snow, the footprints and blood on the ground have long been covered up.

Even the cave opened by Qin Changsheng's puppet feijiang was buried under the wind and snow.

"Younger martial brother Qin!"

Wang Mang, with red eyes, searched again and again in the vast snow field, but he could not find the trace of Qin Changsheng.

He could not help but feel a sense of fear and emptiness, as if he had lost something important.

He looked again and again in the snow, like a numb puppet. His eyes were red, and tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Who says men don't cry?

Men are also people, but also people with temperament.