After receiving the order from the Demon Lord, the already fierce attack became even more terrifying.

The Liuguang Sword Sect, who had thought they could deal with it, felt such great pressure for the first time. They knew very well that if there was no foreign aid, they might not be able to hold on tomorrow morning.

Sang Zheng took the medicine powder handed over by the medical practitioner and scattered it on the wound that had been torn on his abdomen without hesitation, without caring about the biting pain caused by the medicine powder.

"What's the situation in front of the mountain gate?" Sang Zheng couldn't help but ask after bandaging the wound himself.

His injury was that after removing a Nascent Soul puppet, it was cut by the fragments that exploded when it exploded. Fortunately, the injury was not very serious, and he only needed a little bandage to return to the battlefield.

But the medical practitioner who treated him did not feel that way. After hearing Sang Zheng's concerning question, she immediately replied: "Uncle Sang, your body is almost unable to hold on. This time, so much blood has been shed.

You should have a good rest and don’t go on the court immediately, otherwise the wound will collapse.”

Nan Gurong felt that she was simply worried about her friend's father. She became familiar with Sang Zheng and his wife after Sang Zheng returned to Liuguang Sword Sect.

Because of the Sang family, after Suyi Pavilion was besieged, their group of medical practitioners with weak attack power immediately gave up their sect and fled to Liuguang Sword Sect for asylum.

She never thought that she would meet Sang Zheng and his wife again. After all, they had already left the Lilan Realm to find their daughter earlier. Now the Lilan Realm is facing a crisis again. As long as they are smart and smart people, they will not

Will choose to come back and seek death.

But Sang Zheng and his wife are back.

Nan Gurong let out a breath, and had already learned about Sang Ying's situation from the two of them. She used her friend to persuade her father: "Uncle Sang, if you don't care about yourself, when Sang Ying comes back, you find that your injury has not healed yet.

, I will definitely be unhappy."

Sang Zheng was very confident about this: "Don't worry, Sang Ying wouldn't find it."

"I won't find out what?" The pleasant female voice instantly passed into the room, which made the two inside stunned.

Sang Zheng looked up at the door, and an unexpected figure crashed into his sight.

The other party came with a tired and uncoverable smell of blood. Her snow-white sword blade still had the blood of demons. The momentum of the Nascent Soul monk was exposed without hesitation, making the two of them instantly get this wave.

The momentum was shocked.

Finally, Nan Gurong reacted first: "Sang, Sang Ying?"

She pulled the person into the room with surprise: "You are finally back too. When I saw Uncle Sang, I knew you would definitely come back. Uncle Sang said before that you were trapped in Xuanwu Realm.

I'm really worried that something will happen to you. Fortunately, you are back safely!"

Unlike Nan Gurong's surprise, Sang Zheng was careful to weaken his presence at this moment. He was injured this time. If his daughter saw it, he would probably be taught a lesson.

But it was too late to hide now. Sang Zheng had just made a move to cover the wound, and Sang Ying's sharp eyes fell on him: "Now I know I'm hiding. I was too tough before, and I said I won't find out, so I'll go.

Going to the battlefield with injuries?"

Sang Ying's tone was very bad. Sang Zheng, who had always had a strong father image in front of his daughter, felt the pressure from his children for the first time.

He blinked: "I'm just talking about it, so I will naturally wait until I get rest before going to the battlefield."

"No need to go." Sang Ying directly gave up his thoughts, "Those demons have been defeated by us."

The two people in the room immediately stared at her with wide eyes, their eyes full of shock.

"What did you say just now?" Sang Zheng suspected that he had heard it wrong.

But Sang Ying repeated it to her father patiently: "I said, we have defeated those demons!"

Time returns to an hour ago.

As the second strongest combat power on the front line, Sang Zheng's injury left directly doubled the pressure on others.

The demon legion transferred from other places gradually surrounded the entire Liuguang Sword Sect and refused to give them any chance to leave. After seeing the black demons at the foot of the immortal mountain, everyone's hearts were shrouded in despair.

Song Jiaojiao had already let go of the job of saving people in her hands, picked up her sword and fought with her senior brother to the front of the mountain gate, and Chen Xiu was with her.

When Song Jiaojiao's eyes fell on her, the female cultivator turned her head: "Look at what I'm doing, I just want to avenge my senior sister!"

Song Jiaojiao didn't say anything anymore. In this disaster, they had lost enough people.

Another attack from the demon came soon, and the demon cultivators and the devil-destroying cultivators rushed up like black tides, without giving everyone in the Liuguang Sword Sect any chance to breathe.

Countless disciples raised their swords and fell under the demon's weapons one after another.

The monk who was still lying in the injury ward endured the pain on his body and blocked the mountain gate again, but this time he was never taken back for treatment.

Song Jiaojiao looked at the people who were constantly dying in front of her, and her heart was filled with pain and fear. She didn't understand why it was the Lilan Realm and why the demons suddenly burst out with such a powerful force, pushing them all into the abyss.

With a "puff", the hot blood scattered on Song Jiaojiao's face, and Chen Xiu's figure slowly fell in front of her.

Song Jiaojiao didn't even have time to cry, but just mechanically swung his sword and cut off the black mantis that attacked her. After she completely solved the danger around her, she rushed to Chen Xiu, who had just blocked a fatal blow for her.

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Chen Xiu was too seriously injured. Judging from Song Jiaojiao's shallow experience in saving people, even if the most powerful medical practitioner in the sect took action, she could not be saved.

After a few breaths, Chen Xiu had only time to leave a sentence "bury me and my senior sister together" and closed his eyes completely.

Song Jiaojiao didn't dare to cry, and she didn't have time to cry. She quickly put Chen Xiu's body into a special storage bag, and then held the sword and slashed at the invader.

After suffering like this for no reason, she finally got tired.

A deep wound was left on the shoulder of the senior brother in front of him, and there were also injuries on Song Jiaojiao's left arm.

She looked up and everyone gritted their teeth to resist in despair, hoping to gain a future for herself and the Lilan world.

But under the powerful demon army, this seems to be just a delusion.

Another demon cultivator attacked Song Jiaojiao, and the other party's huge force cut off her spiritual sword on the spot. Without magical weapons, the demon cultivator's attack came again.

It was too late for Song Jiaojiao to hide, but she closed her eyes but didn't have a trace of fear in her heart.

The expected pain did not appear. When Song Jiaojiao opened her eyes again, the demon cultivator had already fallen at her feet.

"Don't be stunned." Accompanied by this sound, a spiritual sword fell from a high place in front of her, "Pick up the sword and fight back!"

Song Jiaojiao looked up and saw that under a dark cloud, a huge flying boat was floating. And the figure that jumped down from the flying boat was clearly Sang Ying, who had been thinking about for a long time!

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