Sword III + Douluo in the next sequel

"Three...Third brother!"

Yan Le looked panicked, her lips trembled slightly, feeling the warm blood dripping on her cheeks, she help Tang San's body that was falling down, helpless.

Tang San endured the pain of being eroded by toxins in his body, forced a smile, and comforted Yan Le whose eyes were unconsciously filled with tears.

"Lele, I'm fine—wow!!"

Before finishing speaking, Tang San spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with minced meat.

Even with such serious injuries, Tang San was still trying his best to comfort Yan Le, "Don't, don't worry..."

why?

Why is this happening?

Why did he come to block this blow for me?

Obviously, even if I was hit by the crystallization, I, who is already a soul sage, have a better chance of surviving than Tang San, and I also have many ways to escape!

Didn't I see in fate that Tang San would kill Xiao Wu?

Is what I see not true?

At this time, Yan Le had doubts about the pictures he saw in the dark, but these are not the main points now, Yan Le's thoughts just flashed in his mind, and he was left behind by the severe situation.

Seeing that it was Tang San who was injured last, although Hu Liena couldn't bear it a little, she still ordered to continue attacking them.

Mo Ju and Xiao Wu looked at each other, and they cooperated with all their strength to barely block all the enemy's attacks, but two fists were hard to beat with four hands, let alone not only four enemies, Xiao Wu and Mo Ju couldn't last long.

On the other side, Da Ming and Er Ming were also trapped by Ghost Douluo, Ju Douluo, unable to escape, and Da Ming was seriously injured.

The four of Yan Le are caught in a dilemma, advance, there is nowhere to advance, only relying on Xiao Wu and Mo Ju can't hold back all the people in Wuhundian; retreat, not to mention whether Wuhundian will let them go, if they retreat now , what about Daming and Erming? Erming is in better condition, but what about Daming?If they retreated, Daming would definitely die.

Although Da Ming and Er Ming were trapped in the air, they could still perceive the situation below. The two kings of soul beasts with no less than human IQ understood Yan Le's situation very well. The hatred of the Soul Palace.

In a short period of time, Xiao Wu had already suffered serious injuries.

Xiao Wu's own spirit power is lower than that of the spirit saints of the Wuhun Temple, even if she is extremely talented, she can barely resist the attack, not to mention that in order to protect Tang San who is seriously injured behind her, Xiao Wu has limited room to dodge, if she can't, she can only Hard resistance.

On the other side, Mo Ju's situation is better than Xiao Wu's, but it's not much better. Most of the Wuhun Hall's manpower is concentrated on his side. to no avail.

Yan Le moved the balance, the soul power in his body was consumed crazily, and he used soul skills to heal Tang San.

But the toxin contained in Bibi Dong's power crystal was really too strong, even though Tang San's body already had resistance to the poison, it couldn't resist it, so it was not easy to barely maintain a sober state.

Tang San's current situation is very bad, blood gushes out from the wound on his back like an endless stream.

Yan Le held down the wound on Tang San's back, trying to stop the blood from flowing out. The Ying Que that was put aside was not played, but the clank of the piano sounded.

The golden streamer kept sinking into Tang San's body, and could only bring him weak healing.

Tang San looked at Yan Le weakly, with the same tenderness and affection in his blue eyes, "Lele, this may be the last time I hear it, can you give me your answer?"

With a weeping sound in Yan Le's tone, he murmured: "Say something stupid, you'll be fine, you'll be fine, we'll all be fine!"

At the end, Yan Le's eyes gradually became firmer, and after supporting Tang San, Yingque, who was placed on the ground by him, slowly rose up and floated in the air.

Xiaoao Guangying cast it again, blocking all attacks for the four of them.

Xiao Wu took advantage of this short time to retreat to Yan Le's side, her eyes were still wary looking at the enemies outside, "Xiao Le?"

Yan Le silently handed Tang San to Xiao Wu, "Sister Xiao Wu, you still have some energy left, take Sange away quickly, I'll stay."

When Xiao Wu heard this, she didn't care about the enemies outside, and looked back at Yan Le in surprise, "Xiao Le, what do you mean, let's go together!"

Xiao Wu understood that even if all of them stayed, it would be bad luck, let alone Yan Le alone.

Tang San also broke free from Xiao Wu's support, stood up forcefully, "No, you can't stay."

Just finished speaking, the wound on Tang San's back that had finally stopped the bleeding trend was torn open again.

But Tang San couldn't care so much, he just looked at Yan Le firmly.

Knowing that Tang San would not agree, Yan Le knocked him unconscious by surprise, supported his fallen body, entrusted him to Xiao Wu, and said anxiously: "Hurry up, I can't stop it soon."

The barrier of Xiaoao Guangyue can only exist for eight seconds, and after eight seconds, the consumed soul power will increase exponentially.

Xiao Wu still wanted to reject Yan Le, but before she could say anything, Yan Le said: "Sister Xiao Wu, don't worry, I will be fine, and they will be fine, you go first."

The three people who were still awake knew who "they" Yan Le was talking about, but Xiao Wu was still hesitant.

Yan Le gave her the final blow, "When did I ever lie to you, Miss Xiao Wu, you forgot that you are not responsible for your own safety now."

After all, Yan Le took a special look at the necklace on Xiao Wu's slender neck.

Xiao Wu was finally persuaded by Yan Le, and she looked at Yan Le fiercely with her red eyes: "You must catch up early, otherwise we will wait for you outside the Star Dou Forest."

Watching Xiao Wu and Mo Ju disappear with Tang San away, Yan Le turned around and retracted Ying Que that had been floating beside him, a weak and icy golden light spread from his pupils, completely covering his eyes.

Silver-white lines are drawn between Yan Le's eyebrows, forming a diamond pattern.

The soul ring that originally surrounded Yan Le's body did not disappear with the surplus, but was stained with the same golden color as Yan Le's eyes.

Ever since the golden color in Yan Le's eyes appeared, the whole world seemed to stop. The blood dripping from Da Ming's body stopped in the air, and the murderous moves of the soul saints who followed Hu Liena's order and turned around to attack Da Ming also stopped in their hands.

The cyan light layer formed by Xiaoao Guangyin in front of Yan Le couldn't bear the attack for the last time and broke into tiny light particles, which also stayed in front of him.

Yan Le is amazed at this kind of time stop every time he sees it, but now is really not the time to waste time.

According to the result of his five years of practice under the guidance of the God of Destiny, in such a situation, he can only last for half a minute each time, and when the time is up, everything that is stopped will continue.

Yan Le's cold and indifferent eyes because of the golden light fell on the seventh golden soul ring around her body.

After mobilizing all the soul power in his body, Yan Le's face turned pale, and the golden soul ring turned into an ordinary pen and an equally ordinary book in front of him.

Yan Le raised her hand, picked up the pen in front of her, and gently turned the pages of the book. The tip of the pen trembled slightly, but it landed firmly on the white writing.

After the pen was written, it seemed that there was a force preventing the nib from writing, but Yan Le had a firm expression, and insisted on carrying this resistance to write the first line on the page.

[Wuhundian and his party are destined to return without success...]

As I said before, before Titled Douluo, the Martial Soul with the attribute of Destiny didn't have any focus on abilities. It was equivalent to a waste Martial Soul, unless it consumed its own vitality.

As the handwriting on the paper appeared, Yan Le's soft silver hair scattered behind her gradually withered, turning white from the end.The skin on the arm holding the pen quickly darkened and wrinkled.

In a short period of time, Yan Le looked from a 19-year-old to a 50-year-old.

After writing this paragraph, Yan Le slightly paused, picked up a pen and wrote down [Tang San is well...]

Just four words, Yan Le's appearance is more than ten years older.

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