Peerless Tang Sect: Hurricane Infinite Wind

Chapter 227 Deathly Counterattack and Serious Injury

But the Fourth Elder had achieved his goal, as the invincible shield protecting Wu Xuan was now covered in cracks and shattered completely in the next instant. The Fourth Elder grinned and launched a ghost claw at Wu Xuan, who was holding up his gun to block.

The divine consciousness of Alex, which was attached to Wu Xuan's Soul-Breaking Spear, was also activated at this moment, and a light gray film covered Wu Xuan's entire body.

"Boom!" Wu Xuan groaned, and blood spurted out of his mouth instantly. The next moment, his whole body flew backwards and embedded itself in a two-meter-thick slope a hundred meters away.

"I won't accept this!" Feeling that Wu Xuan's life force was not completely cut off and the vengeful spirits were unable to invade Wu Xuan's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, the Fourth Elder roared with a face full of resentment. The next moment, the Holy Sword of the Sun, carrying a terrifying fire of light, completely devoured the Fourth Elder.

A generation of evil soul master, Titled Douluo, the fourth elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, was killed on the spot by Ye Guyi at the cost of Wu Xuan being seriously injured!

Ye Guyi's soul power was boiling, and he jumped four levels in a row.

"Wu Xuan! Wu Xuan!" Without looking at the Fourth Elder, nor expressing the joy of his soul power surge, Ye Guyi ran to the slope where Wu Xuan had fallen in a panic and pulled him out of the pit.

"Wu Xuan, wuwuwu! Please don't die! Wuwuwu!" Ye Guyi burst into tears of regret as she watched Wu Xuan, bloodied and miserable, with a nasty wound on his chest emitting black smoke. If anything happened to Wu Xuan, she would never be able to forgive herself.

"Ahem! Stop shaking, or you'll really die if you keep shaking! Pu~!" Feeling the softness on his neck and the back of his head, Wu Xuan opened his eyes with great effort, and saw Ye Guyi's tearful expression. But as soon as he said a word, a mouthful of blood suddenly surged up. If Wu Xuan hadn't turned his head to the side, the blood would have sprayed directly on Ye Guyi's face.

"Woo woo! That's great, I knew you wouldn't die so easily! That's great!" Ye Guyi looked at Wu Xuan's expression that was twisted with pain and instantly burst into tears of laughter.

"Ahem! Being your boss is really the worst decision I have ever made. When I recover from my injury, I will definitely fire you! Puff~!" Wu Xuan's face was distorted, and he spat out a mouthful of blood as soon as he finished speaking.

"You can do whatever you want after your injury is healed. Stop talking." Looking at Wu Xuan who was bleeding continuously, Ye Guyi's expression became flustered again. When he moved his legs, he naturally affected the injury on Wu Xuan's chest.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss~ Don't move, ah~! It hurts so much!" Wu Xuan screamed.

"Let me help you clean the Netherworld ghost energy from your wound first! Otherwise, this Netherworld ghost energy entering your body will damage your talent for cultivation." Ye Guyi ignored Wu Xuan's screams, and the rich power of light in his palm circulated, pressing towards Wu Xuan's wound that was emitting black smoke.

If such an amazing talent were to be damaged, it would be a loss for the entire continent.

The divine power is indeed the nemesis of all evil soul masters. As soon as the black smoke came into contact with the divine power, it dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

However, Ye Guyi was shocked afterwards, because except for a little bit of the Netherworld ghost energy at the wound, there was not even a trace of it in his body.

The ghostly aura surrounding the wound completely dissipated, and Wu Xuan felt a sudden sense of relief. Although the pain still lingered, it wasn't as severe as before. "How do you feel? Are you okay?" Ye Guyi asked, observing Wu Xuan's slightly relieved expression.

"I feel much better! But let me tell you! We are not done yet. All the spoils left by that old beast this time are mine, and you won't get a single hair." Wu Xuan lay in Ye Guyi's arms, pointing at the fourth elder who was burned to charcoal.

"Okay! They're all yours, including the two soul bones." Seeing Wu Xuan, who was covered in blood, start talking to him about how to divide the spoils, Ye Guyi finally let go of his worries.

"Hmph! I've suffered so much to save you, but this is far from enough to make up for the physical pain and emotional suffering I've endured." Wu Xuan snorted coldly.

"Alright! All future spoils are yours too. I won't even snatch them. Is that okay now?" Ye Guyi said with a curled lip. After all, the surge in soul power after killing a high-level evil spirit master had already made her a huge profit, saving her a year or two of hard training. If she didn't want the spoils, then so be it.

"You're smart! I'm telling you, don't be so stubborn in the future. A level 91 evil soul master Titled Douluo without a soul core can hurt me so badly in his dying counterattack, let alone you. You can only wait to die." Wu Xuan continued to speak.

"Okay! I will listen to you from now on and never act alone again!" Looking at the chattering Wu Xuan, Ye Guyi couldn't help but smile. It actually felt good to be nagged by someone.
"There is one more thing. I'm almost falling apart. Take me to heal my wounds! Remember not to go back to Mingdu." After Wu Xuan finished speaking, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"Ah, ah, ah! Wu Xuan, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" Ye Guyi had thought Wu Xuan was very kind just now, but Wu Xuan's dizziness after turning around completely overwhelmed him. Lying in the arms of such a beautiful woman like me, you only wanted to look at the evil soul master's legacy, but you fainted after explaining it. What the hell is this? Can't we, a single man and a single woman, have a passionate confession?

"Just die here. I really don't want to care about you anymore." Ye Guyi gritted his teeth and pushed Wu Xuan to the ground. But before he took a few steps, Ye Guyi turned back again, tilted his shoulder and directly carried Wu Xuan on his shoulder. "It's a pity to die like this. Such a handsome face is really wasted."

Mingbei Town!
This was a small town over a hundred kilometers north of Mingdu. This was the place Ye Guyi had finally found after flying with Wu Xuan for nearly two hours.

Ye Guyi was surprised to find that after carrying Wu Xuan all the way, his physical condition was still surprisingly good, and he felt quite energetic. Not only was his previous fatigue gone, but he was also full of energy.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Ye Guyi waved his hand and directly bought a civilian house next to the street in the town to make it convenient for Wu Xuan to recuperate.

After the old owner of the house had replaced the bed with new bedding, they went to lift Wu Xuan, but found that even two strong adults could hardly lift Wu Xuan. Ye Guyi had no choice but to lift Wu Xuan again and throw him on the bed.

"I'm not that strong, why is it so heavy?" Ye Guyi rubbed his sore shoulders and complained.

"Miss, do you want us to change this young man's clothes?" A young girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, stepped forward and asked respectfully. However, the look she gave Wu Xuan was unusual.

"No need. Just go and boil some hot water for me. I will take care of him. And don't worry about anything extra, little girl. We are not people you can mess with." Ye Guyi said coldly.

(End of this chapter)