The Eight Magical Techniques Integrate into the Spells and Return to Battle

Fuheishir withdrew the Wanli lock, looked at the burning of the palms of his hands, and shook it weakly, "Well, the hand can hold the spell, it's not a big problem." The

curse spirit on his body spat out the hilt of the soul-breaking knife, and Fuheishir raised his right hand to hold it, his head hanging low, his thick arms just blocking his face.

The green tendons on his hands burst out, and Fuhei Shier raised his eyes to look at Xia Youjie, there was no killing intent in his eyes, no madness, and some were just ancient wells without waves.

And it's this kind of look that makes people sweat.

Xia Youjie saw Fuhei's pure eyes, like a great enemy, there seemed to be a coercive pressure coming towards him, and his body subconsciously fell back, but he stopped with his last stubbornness.

Han Han noticed the abnormality of Fuheijie, ran the Yang Five Thunder, surrounded by thunder light all over his body, rushed towards Xia Youjie, shouting loudly: "Jie, be careful..." Fuheijie

disappeared, only a pit appeared in place, he instantly came behind Xia Youjie, pulled out the soul breaking knife from the mouth of the curse spirit, and slashed at Xia Youjie.

At this time, the flow of time seemed to slow down, and Xia Youjie stood in place stunned, his hands and feet were cold, and he sensed that Fuheishir had appeared behind him, and heard the sound of blades cutting through the air.

He constantly urged his body, "Move, move!, or you will die." "

The body, which had previously been subject to his brain, betrayed him at this time.

There was only one thought left in Xia Youjie's mind, "Am I going to die?"

With a "boom", one side of the falling corridor was instantly destroyed, splashing a large amount of dust and fog.

Two figures flew out of the dust and mist and crashed into the foundation of the building next to it, making a crashing sound one after another.

I don't know when I stopped, and in the ruins of a building, Xia Youjie coughed several times.

Xia Youjie summoned a spell spirit and removed the wood that was pressed on his body, revealing the appearance of the two.

Xia Youjie was pressed under Han Han, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and there was a big pit under the two.

Han Han's appearance was much more miserable than Xia Youjie's, his face was full of cold sweat, he frowned, his mouth spat out blood, and the green robe on his body was soaked with blood.

The most important thing is that Han Han's right arm is broken, the angle of bending is more than 90 degrees, and the exposed bones and flesh can already be seen.

Xia Youjie looked at Han Han's appearance, his face was nervous, his face was pale, the corners of his mouth were constantly twitching, he trembled his voice, and said softly: "Han Han, are you okay?" Han Han opened his eyes and looked at Xia Youjie

, who looked nervous in front of him, and smiled, "It's okay."

He glanced at his injured right hand and said jokingly: "Wow, that's miserable enough."

"Jay, you owe me a life."

Xia Youjie listened and nodded quickly, Han Han looked at him like this, with an expression that thought he was about to die, a little funny, "Okay, I'm really fine, with my ability, this is a small injury, just looks a little scary."

Han Han struggled to lift his body, and Xia Youjie quickly helped him when he saw this.

Han Han stretched out his left hand, lit up with red light, put it on the fracture site, stopped the bleeding first, and then he gritted his teeth, grabbed the fractured forearm, and with a force, "clicked", pulled it back abruptly, Han Han snorted, and his body couldn't stop trembling.