Chapter 106 Saving Jiang Lingyin
As soon as Mo Zhifei arrived beside Jiang Lingyin, he shouted, "Girl, don't be afraid!"
Seeing the reinforcements coming, Jiang Lingyin's eyes flashed with determination, and he replied: "Okay! Thank you, Senior Brother!"
Mo Zhifei was seen wielding the black iron sword with sharp moves and sword energy like a rainbow.
He even found time to yell, "Don't call me senior brother!"
Mo Zhifei took a step forward with his left foot, dodged a pounce from a medicine man, and at the same time flipped his right wrist.
The black iron sword slashed across the medicine man's throat, and a stream of black pus and blood spurted out from the medicine man's neck, and he fell to the ground with a bang.
Jiang Lingyin was not to be outdone. He held the submachine gun tightly in both hands, his eyes focused and sharp.
She quickly squatted down, avoiding the medicine man's claws, and then pulled the trigger.
The submachine gun roared "da da da" and bullets rained down on the enemy.
Mo Zhifei shouted: "Girl, left!"
Jiang Lingyin rolled to the left without hesitation.
While rolling, the submachine gun in his hand kept shooting.
Forced back several medicine men who were approaching from the left.
"Brother, be careful behind you!"
Jiang Lingyin reminded loudly.
Mo Zhifei suddenly turned around, rotating his body with his left foot as the axis, and raised the black iron sword from bottom to top, cutting off the arm of the medicine man who was trying to attack from behind.
The medicine man's broken arm was flying in the air, and black pus and blood were splattered everywhere.
Another mid-level medicine man rushed over with a fierce momentum.
Mo Zhifei and Jiang Lingyin looked at each other and understood each other.
Mo Zhifei faced him head-on, his legs slightly bent and his stance firm.
The black iron sword stabbed straight out and collided with the medicine man's sharp claws.
A string of sparks flew out.
Jiang Lingyin seized the opportunity.
He crouched down, circled behind the medicine man like a civet cat, and shot a burst of fire.
In the fierce battle, their clothes were soaked with sweat and they had many wounds on their bodies.
Mo Zhifei jumped, flipped in the air, and chopped down with the black iron sword, splitting the head of a medicine man.
Jiang Lingyin knelt on one knee, with the submachine gun against his shoulder, shooting accurately at the approaching medicine man.
Their movements were smooth and their coordination was seamless.
Although the medicine man's attacks were crazy and fierce, they were safe for a while due to their close cooperation.
The mid-level pharmacist is indeed wise.
Its empty eyes were flashing with a strange light at this moment.
As if calculating something.
A low roar came from its mouth, which sounded like some kind of command.
It seemed as if he was directing other low-level medicine men to attack in an orderly manner.
It raised its rotten arm and pointed at Mo Zhifei and Jiang Lingyin. Those low-level medicine men immediately understood what it meant.
A group of medicine men rushed forward frantically from the front, waving their sharp claws, trying to restrain the two men's actions.
Another group of medicine men quietly went around behind them, preparing to launch a surprise attack.
The mid-level medicine man himself stood not far away, observing the battle situation, ready to find the right moment to deliver a fatal blow at any time.
It let out a few sharp roars from time to time, adjusting the attack rhythm and direction of the low-level medicine men.
Mo Zhifei and Jiang Lingyin suddenly felt the pressure doubled.
They had to deal with the fierce frontal attack in front of them.
You must always be on guard against possible dangers behind you.
Ye Wenjing was trapped in the ruins far away, anxious and worried like an ant on a hot pan.
His eyes were fixed on the direction where Jiang Lingyin and Mo Zhifei were fighting the medicine man.
My heart was about to jump out of my throat.
At this moment, the poison of the Wuyeti in his body was like tens of millions of poisonous snakes biting his internal organs madly.
It was like countless sharp blades were ruthlessly cutting every inch of his meridians.
The pain seemed to tear his soul apart.
It made him feel as if he had fallen into hell, suffering endless torture.
Ye Wenjing felt as if his body was about to be blown to pieces by this violent poison.
Every cell is howling in pain.
His head was buzzing as if it had been hit hard by a sledgehammer.
There were even dizzying phantoms appearing before my eyes.
"No, we can't lose control at this time!"
Ye Wenjing clenched his teeth so tightly that they seemed to be broken and blood oozed from his gums.
His face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down like rain.
The whole person looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
Jiang Lingyin was concentrating on dealing with the low-level medicine man in front of him.
Damn, there are just too many!
There is no way to finish it.
Unless their bodies and heads are smashed to pieces, they cannot be put back together.
Otherwise, those medicine men would be able to fight endlessly.
Jiang Lingyin was completely unaware of the mid-level medicine man's silent attack.
The intermediate-level medicine man appeared behind Jiang Lingyin in an instant like a ghost.
Stretching out its rotten and smelly claws.
It was about to hit Jiang Lingyin's vital point.
Her life is in danger!
Ye Wenjing saw this scene from a distance and was instantly heartbroken.
He had no time to care about the Wuyeti poison in his body that was about to get out of control.
There was only one thought in my mind: save Jiang Lingyin!
He desperately burst out with all his strength and forcibly broke open the acupoints pressed by Mo Zhifei.
At that moment, the blood in his body surged and his meridians seemed to be broken.
But he ignored it and used his lightness skills to fly straight towards Jiang Lingyin like a flash of lightning.
However, that mid-level medicine man was so cunning.
Sensing Ye Wenjing's arrival, he turned around abruptly and swung out a heavy palm.
This palm strike came with overwhelming force and hit Ye Wenjing hard.
Ye Wenjing was like a meteor hit by a cannonball and was blown away.
His body drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
He just felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted.
A stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, dyeing the ground in front of him red.
After Ye Wenjing was hit by the heavy palm of the intermediate-level medicine man, his body flew straight out like a kite with a broken string.
The moment he was knocked flying, he felt an irresistible force penetrating his body, as if it was going to shatter his skeleton.
His chest felt like it was hit hard by a mountain.
Ribs cracked with a horrifying sound.
Sharp pain instantly spread throughout his body, almost making him faint.
When he landed, his back rubbed violently against the hard ground and his clothes were torn to shreds.
The skin on the back was rubbed until it was bleeding and mixed with dust, it was a horrible sight.
Large gulps of blood kept spurting out of his mouth, and the blood drew a shocking arc in the air, sprinkling around in stars.
His face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.
The originally bright eyes now became dim, filled with pain and despair.
Ye Wenjing tried to struggle to get up, but his limbs seemed to have lost sensation and were limp and powerless.
Every slight movement would cause excruciating pain to surge throughout the body.
He couldn't help but groan in pain.
His breathing became extremely weak and rapid, and every breath seemed to be pulling the thread of life with difficulty.
The beating of the heart became disordered, as if it would stop at any time.