Chapter 237 Human Shield
Seeing two more spiritual artifacts flying towards Wang Hong, the two subordinates of Jianji who had destroyed the magical artifacts also followed Wen Lan's example and stood in front of Wang Hong.
As Wang Hong's former personal soldiers, they have long been used to standing around the general, using themselves as shields, and using their bodies to block the sword that is cutting towards the general.
At the same time, the remaining seven subordinates of Wang Hong also arrived.
They sacrificed the magical artifacts at the same time, and the seven magical artifacts greeted the two spiritual artifacts at the same time.
Wang Hong took advantage of this gap, and hurriedly took out two low-grade spiritual weapon flying swords from the storage bag, and handed them to the two Foundation Establishment men standing in front of him.
In addition, he also took out a few miscellaneous low-grade spiritual weapons, and stuffed them all into the hands of a subordinate in the Qi training period.
The magic weapon of this subordinate happened to be broken just now, and Wang Hong ordered him to distribute these to other people for use.
Although it is too late for you to refine the spirit weapon, the power that can be exerted is much smaller, but at least it will no longer be like tofu dregs, which will shatter when touched.
At this time, Wang Hong's nine belonged to surround him, the two early foundation establishment monks, and the seven late Qi training monks could temporarily block the two opposite people.
Wang Hong hurriedly walked towards Wen Lan, approached and inspected him carefully. At that time, the sword pierced through his liver and lungs.
From the chest to the back, there was a transparent hole the size of a fist. The breathing had stopped, and the heart was only beating slightly under the observation of the divine sense. It would stop at any time, and it was already on the verge of death.
Wang Hong hurriedly fed a few pills of healing pills into his mouth, and then used his power to guide the pills into his belly.
Then, Wang Hong seemed to have thought of something, paused for a moment, reached into the storage bag, and took out a jade-like Ganoderma lucidum.
This substance is chalcedony, known as the holy medicine for healing, but it is a pity that it is only more than 400 years old, so I am afraid that its efficacy will be insufficient.
Wang Hong stuffed a whole chalcedony lucidum into Wen Lan's mouth, and also stuffed a chalcedony lucidum into his own mouth by the way.
Now that the battle situation is urgent, this is the only way to go. Whether or not Lan's life can be kept alive depends on God's will. Do your best and obey the fate.
Wang Hong hugged Wen Lan to a corner, and then joined the battle.
In the battle at this time, Xiaopeng was fighting alone with a monk in the early stage of foundation establishment. The monk had already lost several pieces of flesh, which should be caused by Xiaopeng.
The other is the battle between Ling Shuai and the late-stage monk surnamed He. At this time, his hair is disheveled and his face is pale. Obviously, he can't last long.
The poisonous bees surrounded two early foundation-building monks, and they were still attacking the defensive cover at this time.
The two besieged monks at the early stage of foundation establishment were killing the poisonous bees in panic at this time, and the number they killed was only a small part of the entire poisonous bee swarm.
The remaining one in the middle stage of foundation establishment and one in the early stage of foundation establishment are fighting with two foundation establishment and seven in the late stage of Qi training, and they are evenly matched.
Friar whose surname is Crane, he regrets so much that his intestines turn green at this moment. He regrets that he came here to kill the target for a little profit.
Launch a surprise attack directly on the road, and you can easily kill the opponent in just a few breaths.
Actually, who would have thought that there are so many foundation-building monks hidden in this small shop.
This was something they didn't expect. Thinking about it, there must be some hidden secret hidden in it.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but intensify his attacks, making it even more difficult for Ling Shuai to parry.
At this time, he sacrificed the spirit rope, like a flexible snake, entwined towards the opposite monk named He.
Then, circles of invisible ripples emanated from the copper bell, enclosing it in the very center.
When the spirit binding rope approached, it was actually bounced out by the layers of invisible ripples.
Wang Hong tried a few more times, but it still didn't work. The spiritual rope that was invincible in the battle with the monster before, this time he had no choice but to take the opponent.
Since there was nothing he could do about this foundation-building cultivator with the highest cultivation, Wang Hong put away the spirit rope and prepared to deal with others.
Wang Hong once again sacrificed the binding spirit rope, and quickly wound it towards a monk in the early stage of foundation establishment.
The monk who was fighting with Xiaopeng accidentally grabbed another piece of flesh from his body just now.
And the flying sword he sacrificed was often blown away by Xiaopeng's bird's wing before it even got close.
When he dodged again to avoid a pair of bird claws, he suddenly felt his legs sink, as if being entangled by some vine.
When his consciousness swept up his leg, he found that his leg was wrapped with a black rope thick as a thumb, and this rope was still moving upstream quickly along his leg.
He immediately called Fei Jian back, trying to cut off the black rope on his body, but it was a pity that flying sword cut it to no avail.
When he slashes like crazy. When more and more black ropes were wrapped around his body, Xiaopeng made another short-distance lunge from the air.
The monk wanted to sacrifice his flying sword to chop Xiaopeng, but when the light above his head dimmed, Xiaopeng's figure had already appeared above his head.
I saw Xiaopeng's two paws grabbing hard, but the monk couldn't dodge it in time.
"boom!"
Blood splashed everywhere, and the monk's head was instantly torn apart, and he couldn't die anymore.
Wang Hong gave Xiaopeng a thumbs-up from a distance, and then pointed at another foundation cultivator, hoping it could understand what Wang Hong meant.
At the same time, the two monks who were besieged by the poisonous bees finally had their defensive shields broken by the poisonous bees.
A large swarm of poisonous bees buzzed around him and immediately covered his whole body.
It only took a few breaths, and the two foundation-building monks were already dead.
The foundation-building cultivator surnamed He saw that three of his side had died all of a sudden, he was furious, the light on the flying sword soared, and Ling Shuai was sent flying with one sword, and Ling Shuai flew back like a kite with a broken string.
Then, the flying sword of the cultivator surnamed He struck at Wang Hong, and Wang Hong didn't dare to neglect, and immediately stabbed straight with his spear.
The spear and the flying sword collided with each other, and the huge impact made Wang Hong's recovering injury aggravated a lot, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
After killing the opponent, the poisonous bee flew towards the monk surnamed He and surrounded him.
However, as soon as the poisonous bee touches the ripples emitted by the copper bell, it will be shocked to death and injured.
Slowly, the corpses of poisonous bees fell all over the place around the monk surnamed He.
The monk surnamed He laughed loudly when he saw this, and slashed at Wang Hong with his sword again. He was completely relieved that the poisonous bees could not break through the defense.
Otherwise, he was also very frightened when he saw the densely packed poisonous bees.
He turned a blind eye to the surrounding poisonous bees, sacrificed his flying sword, and slashed at Wang Hong. No matter what, he must kill Wang Hong today.
As long as Wang Hong can be beheaded, it doesn't matter what the outcome will be afterwards.
(end of this chapter)