Quick Transmigration: Reforming the Blackened Big BOSS

  Chapter 141 Double Sword Light Cambril (10)

  Baitang: "Young man Weng, the weapons and hidden weapons are poisonous, and they have been suppressed for the time being."

   "Thank you, White Lady." Weng Quan turned around and beheaded a member of the Blood Demon Cult with a beautiful sword technique.

  When the number of followers of the Blood Demon Cult has decreased a lot, and there are not many people, they only plan to withdraw, how could Baitang be willing.

  Since you're here, let her stay!

  Holding two knives, her eyebrows and eyes are piercing. At this moment, she is a real goddess of death.

   After killing the last Gorefiend cultist who was about to escape, Baitang licked his pale lips, wanton and coquettish.

  The poison was attacking, Weng Quan only felt a little dizzy, weak all over, and barely fell down by relying on the sword.

   Looking at Baitang, he had to figure it out.

  White Woman is a **** person, with blood all over her body, most of it is the blood that bleeds from the wound caused by her various difficult moves, and the rest belongs to the enemy.

  Baitang is not feeling particularly good right now with both swords returning to their positions.

  Her soul has greatly improved this body, but she still suffers from pain. The soul supports the weak beating and recovery of the heart of this body, but the blood flow rate is too low, and the whole body is icy cold.

   "White Woman..."

   Weng Quan was a little stunned. Not long after he first entered the rivers and lakes, being a chivalrous man is his principle, and punishing **** and eliminating evil is his wish. Weng Quan had never seen a treacherous and evil person, at this moment Baitang was walking towards him with blood all over his body, as if walking from hell.

  Baitang hurriedly said: "Sit down cross-legged, I will help you practice your kung fu and force the poison out."

  How to put it, Weng Quan was injured because he helped her, and Baitang should help him both emotionally and rationally.

  Weng Quan held his sword firmly, and refused: "White Woman, I will force myself, don't use your kung fu, your injuries are too serious."

   "It's been a long time, I can't die, if you don't force drugs, you will die."

  Baitang's tone was not particularly nice, she was really cold and hurt right now.

   Without further ado, he raised Weng Quan's hands, docked them, and sent internal energy along his eight extraordinary meridians, as if he didn't need money.

   "Concentrate on forcing poison."

  At the end, Baitang also asked.

  Weng Quan had no choice but to nod his head, close his eyes, and concentrate on exercising skills to force poison.

  Baitang's internal energy is extremely domineering. When he walks through his meridians, Weng Quan can feel the aura of thousands of troops. Although he is domineering, there is also a kind of gentleness inside. Although he is domineering, he has not damaged any of his meridians. Weng Quan even felt that his meridians have been broadened. The widening of his meridians is something that every martial arts practitioner hopes to have, but ordinary methods are not very effective. A little method is too dangerous, and there are only two people who survived a narrow escape. Weng Quan never thought that his meridians would be widened under such circumstances.

  He just saw injustice on the road and chose to take action, but he was able to get such a blessing.

  Completely forced out the poison in Weng Quan's body, Baitang stopped.

   Alas, this time, it should be the worst time for her.

   Now she is dizzy, hurts, and cold to the point of limbs, it is all because of her will that she does not pass out.

  Weng Quan ignored the injury on his arm, squatted down and said: "White Woman, my poison has been forced out, your condition is not very good now, I will take you to find a doctor."

  Baitang did not refuse. Although her bleeding stopped, her injury became more serious.

  The rivers and lakes are not only about grand ambitions of sons and daughters, happy grievances and hatred, but also informality.

  Weng Quan's lightness kung fu is really good, very stable, and Baitang feels pretty good being carried on his back.

  Weng Quan looked very anxious, using ten layers and ten internal strength, he was really worried about the woman on his back, he could hardly feel Baitang's heartbeat, it was like carrying an ice cube on his back.

   Fearing that Baitang would disappear without a sound, Weng Quan kept talking to make sure that Baitang was still fine.

  (end of this chapter)