The Hierarch Has a Black Moonlight

After taking the antidote, it worked very quickly. After a while, the pain on Wu Jin's body began to dissipate slowly, and then faded away. Restored energy perception.

She sat up cross-legged and began to exercise, while Yan Qimo stood quietly by her side.

After a long time, Wu Jin felt that most of her inner strength had returned. As soon as she opened her eyes, she immediately went to look at Yan Qimo.Seeing that the torn wound under the left rib was still red with blood, and was oozing out strands of blood, she hurriedly lowered her head to look at herself.

Being locked in a secret room these days, his body was stained with a lot of dirt, and there were even some sloppy traces of cooking oil.Wu Jin couldn't even see the sun, let alone change clothes.Almost all of the robes were stained and mottled. He wanted to bandage Yan Qimo's wound, but he couldn't find even a strand of cloth that was barely clean.

She anxiously looked around her body, her eyes turned frequently like a helpless little animal, and she even clenched her fists hanging on one side unconsciously.

Seeing her getting more and more anxious, Yan Qimo grabbed her hand, held it tightly in the palm of her hand, shook her head and said, "I'm fine, don't worry." He leaned towards her and looked away Look around.

This secret room was completely sealed by four high, dark and cold walls. Except for an iron door, there was not even a window. If you want to get out, you have to wait for the door to open.If there is any trouble outside, you can only wait for the people outside the door to come in. They are inside, almost equivalent to isolating everything from the outside world.

Yan Qimo thought for a while, and said: "Xiao Jin, people from Wuwangshen Cult will appear soon, and they will rush over in a hurry, and the golden mask will definitely send someone to find us in the secret room again." She paused, her expression changed Relaxed, "Since your internal strength has recovered, you can escape when the door opens."

Under such a "perfect strategy", only the self who loses all internal strength will be in danger when the two parties fight with each other.

The golden mask didn't restrain her with any foreign objects, but fed her a lot of soft tendons.Yan Qimo's hands and feet are weak now, and his dantian is completely empty, which can't even compare to an ordinary person with a stronger body.

Wu Jin leaned against her quietly, with her small arms around her waist, her forehead pressed against her shoulders, Qing Ling's voice was full of firmness: "Yan Qimo, don't worry, I will protect you."

Sure enough, not long after, the iron gate was pushed open from the outside.Two white scarf killers with fierce eyes came in, glared fiercely at the two troublemakers, looked at each other, and prepared to take them out.

Wu Jin huddled in the corner of the wall pretending to be powerless, and as soon as the two walked in, she jumped up suddenly, and the celestial silk hidden in her sleeves shone with silver light, and was locked around the necks of the two with a sudden pull——the accident happened when In an instant, two bodies fell to the ground one after another, their eyes widened in astonishment, but they didn't even have time to let out a scream.

Wu Jin kicked the two of them away, and one of them tilted his head, and the face scarf fell loosely on the ground, revealing the face that had been tightly covered underneath.Wu Jin recognized this person at a glance, and he was the first disciple of the Jiang school who echoed Tie Chubo, the cripple leader, at the Qunying Gathering that day.

No wonder his chest was heaving and his blood pulsed vigorously that day, and he was even sweating for no reason in the not-so-hot weather. It turned out that it was because of the strange medicine of the golden mask that he couldn't suppress the soaring internal strength and qi and blood. .

At this moment, the sound of several footsteps approached hurriedly, Wu Jin no longer hesitated, pulled Yan Qimo and ran out.

While protecting Yan Qimo, she rushed out of the crowd.Swords, lights and swords flitted around wantonly, but fortunately, there were also many people from Wuwangshen sect, and the two parties were entangled in one place, and the two began to evacuate the chaos under the cover of the congregation.

"Yan Qimo, you go first." Wu Jin forced back a white scarf killer who rushed up with a knife, and put his body between him and Yan Qimo, letting Yan Qimo get away first, and then followed closely behind.

The golden mask stared straight ahead, his eyes froze, he grabbed a crossbow under his hand and chased after him.

Wu Jin took Yan Qimo and ran all the way, and unknowingly came to the edge of a deserted cliff, she suddenly felt the wind behind her was extremely eerie, very unusual, immediately the alarm sounded in her heart, she listened attentively, and finally heard the stepping broken The sound of footsteps catching up with Ling Kong.

Wu Jin glanced around vigilantly, but before he saw anyone, he suddenly heard a "whoosh", and a small arrow suddenly appeared sideways, approaching Yan Qimo unexpectedly.

"Be careful!" Wu Jin exclaimed, and her body reacted subconsciously. She threw herself sideways, pushed Yan Qimo away, and then her back shoulder felt cold, and a cold arrow went straight into her flesh.

"Who? Come out!" Yan Qimo supported Wu Jin, who was staggering due to the sudden force on his back shoulder, and frowned and looked straight ahead.She caressed Wu Jin's back, her eyes were fixed on the arrow, she paused, and she lowered her voice and whispered into her ear: "Xiao Jin, you go first later, don't worry about me anymore." Now that I have no internal energy, not only can't help, but it will drag her down in vain.

As for Wu Jin, grabbing Yan Qimo's arm with both hands, he felt numbness in the back of his shoulder.That arrow is poisonous. "Yan Qimo, stop talking nonsense!" She gritted her teeth and criticized Yan Qimo for the first time, even with a very strong attitude.

The big deal is that they die together!Sister Han gave her life to protect her, Yan Qimo also disregarded her own safety to save her, and now even persuaded himself to leave her and run away alone.Do they really think that by doing this, they can live in peace?

If we can't be lucky enough to live together today, let's die together!

Wu Jin turned around and stood in front of her, her black and white eyes stared straight ahead, sharp as knives.She said firmly word by word: "Yan Qimo, I will not leave."

"Hmph, no one can leave today." The golden mask chased him out, dropped the crossbow in his hand, turned to pull out the long sword around his waist, and said coldly: "Yan Qimo, you really surprised me." Figured it out, how did Yan Qimo bring the antidote of Biting Heart Pill to Wu Jin.

However, if these two people are not eliminated today, there will be endless disasters in the future.

The golden mask has murderous intentions, and when fighting against Wu Jin, his moves are quick and lethal, and his skills are no less than those of the white scarf killers who have taken strange medicine.But Wu Jin's muscles and bones, which had not been moved for a long time, had not fully recovered. He was shot in the back of the shoulder by an arrow just now, and now his whole arm started to go numb, and his movements became more and more stiff.

The two went back and forth with only ten strokes, and Wu Jin was suddenly hit in the chest by the golden mask, suddenly spewed out a cloud of blood, and retreated uncontrollably.

But behind, there is a cliff.Seeing her rushing back, Yan Qimo hurried over to hold her back, and she was staggered two steps by Wu Jin because of her back strength.

But before they could stand still, the golden mask took advantage of the situation and slapped Wu Jin like a stormy wave.

This one was enough to take the two of them back for the last few steps.

Yan Qimo stepped on a piece of gravel in the air, and the stone immediately fell under the deep cliff without a sound.

"Hmm...!" At the last moment when Wu Jin fell off the cliff, he stretched out his hand to catch the edge of the cliff, his body was suspended in mid-air, and the bottom of the cliff could not be seen clearly under his feet.

The other hand she was hanging down was holding Yan Qimo tightly, the veins on her wrist were bulging, and the knuckles on the back of her hand were distinct. "Don't...let go...hand..." She clenched her teeth, looked at the stone edge on the edge of the cliff, moved her fingers, and tried to climb up.

Suddenly a black boot appeared in sight, and the golden mask came over, pointed his chin at her, watched her struggle with a sneer, and swung the long sword slowly in the air a few times, before slashing.

He wasn't planning to let them go, but he wanted to see Wu Jin's unnecessary struggle.As long as he slashed with his sword or kicked at random, both of them would definitely fall off the cliff.

The wound on Wu Jin's shoulder continued to overflow with more blood due to the force, but the most terrible thing was that his arm was numb from time to time.Coupled with the weight of the other hand holding Yan Qimo, it made her almost unable to grasp the stone corner on the edge of the cliff.

Her hands trembled invisibly for a while, but she lowered her head to comfort Yan Qimo and said, "Don't be afraid, hold me steady."

Yan Qimo grabbed that hand, which was crumbling with nothing else to rely on. She lowered her head to look at the emptiness under her feet, and suddenly raised her eyes and said, "Xiao Jin." The wind blew with a sad voice, "Let go."

She hurriedly looked down, but saw Yan Qimo's face was miserable, she shook her head, even her smile was bleak: "I have no strength, let go." Yan Qimo's light and calm voice carried a little self-mockery, listening Wu Jin's heart suddenly shrank.

"Don't, don't!" Wu Jin felt that Yan Qimo's fingers were gradually coming off, and tried to grab her with all his strength, but the other numb right hand slipped a little bit towards the edge of the cliff.

It's about to fall.The golden mask looked at it with great interest, and he saw that Wu Jin's hand was shaking and gradually losing strength.

"Xiao Jin, let go!" Yan Qimo keenly saw the looseness of her fingers. If this continues, none of them will survive. "obedient……"

At this time, Wu Jin's ears caught the sound of chaotic footsteps running towards this side on the ground, and her voice was already trembling intermittently: "Don't let go...Yan Qimo...someone is coming..." Clinging to the ground tightly, I wish I could embed my fingers in it.

The sound of footsteps became clearer as they approached, and the eyes of the golden mask fluctuated. Without waiting any longer, he raised his long sword and decided to send them on the road.

Seeing the bright sword light dazzling under the scorching sun, Wu Jin couldn't help smiling wryly, and slowly closed his eyes.

Sure enough, she was still useless.

Yan Qimo stared at his movements, and waited for the moment when the long sword was raised high and slashed down, the strength she forced from nowhere suddenly pushed Wu Jin upwards, and sent the man away from his side safely while the golden mask raised the sword go up.

And that force fell on Yan Qimo, she completely lost her support and fell straight into the clouds.

The moment Wu Jin fell to the ground and opened his eyes, his eyes were full of fear, panic and bewilderment.As the mountain wind fluttered, Yan Qimo's last words seemed to be echoing in her ears: "Xiao Jin, be obedient..."

Deep at the bottom of the cliff, the voice that disappears in the wind seems to be - live on my behalf.

"Stop!!!" Those congregants who had dealt with the White Scarf Killer rushed up at this moment, protecting Wu Jin, and facing the golden mask with all their strength.

The golden mask looked back at the bottom of the cliff, the abyss.He flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly, and fled away.

"Miss Xiaojin—" The congregation were worried about Wu Jin, so they didn't go after the enemy. They surrounded Wu Jin, chattering and concerned: "Miss Xiaojin, are you okay?", "Miss Xiaojin, are you injured?" Yes! Hurry up, I'll go find a doctor for you.", "Miss Jin, what's wrong with you?"

Suddenly, a member of the congregation turned his head and looked around, and asked, "Miss Xiaojin, where is the leader?"

"Master..." Wu Jin came back from a trance and looked at him in a murmur, "Yan Qimo... Puff!" She suddenly spurted out a big mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

The author has something to say: I finally wrote down the leader, and the next chapter will cut the clouds and water~