Chapter 827
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Nangong Feiran's Profound Rank was above the Earth Profound Rank. In the Nirvana Realm, he could be considered a high-level Profound Practitioner at his age.
However, he was completely powerless against the five corpse puppets with just this bit of ability.
The only reason he could hold on for such a long time was because of the longsword in his hand.
The longsword should be a weapon above the Supreme-Level and had been stained with the aura of talismans.
When the sword swept past the corpse puppets, they would subconsciously avoid the longsword's attack.
When the longsword slashed the black robe of one of the corpse puppets, the black robe immediately emitted a puff of green smoke, revealing half of the white bone under the black robe.
However, even with the protection of the longsword, it was hard for him to avoid being injured by the five corpse puppets by himself when fighting them alone.
After the last mercenary crossed the bonfire, he had just heaved a sigh of relief when his arm was cut by the white bone of one of the corpse puppets.
Nangong Feiran moved quickly. Enduring the sharp pain of his arm being corroded, he raised his sword and swung it!
The corpse puppet quickly retracted its white bone.
The fragrance of human blood wafted from the corroded arm.
The other four corpse puppets howled crazily, and a bloodthirsty red light flashed under their black robes.
They swarmed toward Nangong Feiran in unison.
Nangong Feiran's heart sank. He glanced sideways at his bleeding arm and vaguely saw his white bone.
A chilly Yin Qi spread from the wound on his arm to his body.
As the corpse puppets approached, Nangong Feiran wanted to raise his sword to repel them. However, the chilly Yin Qi made him feel cold all over, and his fingers holding the longsword stiffened.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move his arm.
The increasingly intense Yin Qi was assaulting his face.
Nangong Feiran closed his eyes in despair. Forget it … It's worth it if I can let my brothers survive by sacrificing myself.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a grip on his arm.
Nangong Feiran felt as if something had wrapped around his body. His body suddenly became light, and he was pulled by a force.
"Big Brother!" Nangong Lin's sobbing voice rang in his ears.
Immediately after, a pair of ice-cold hands directly grabbed his arm. The woman's cold voice rang out, "Don't touch him. Get out of the way."
Nangong Feiran opened her eyes and saw a pair of emotionless eyes.
Those eyes were pitch-black and bright, like the resplendent stars in the sky.
The corners of his eyes were long and narrow, revealing an extremely enchanting and evil charm.
As it spun, it gave off a dazzling flowing light.
The streak of light shot into Nangong Feiran's heart.
For some unknown reason, his heart was beating rapidly uncontrollably.
Even his breathing became stagnant.
"Don't you dare touch my brother! You wicked woman! You could have used these silver threads to pull my brother over, but you had to wait until he was injured and on the verge of death before bringing him over! You're trying to kill my brother! "
Nangong Lin cried and hugged Nangong Feiran's waist tightly. Her tearful eyes stared at the corroded wound on his arm with fear, and her tears fell even harder.
Ye Qing Luo didn't have such a good temper.
At this juncture, she still allowed her to throw a little tantrum.
Ye Qing Luo directly clasped Nangong Lin's shoulder and easily pulled her up, throwing her towards Ye Feng Ru's direction.
"If I had pulled your brother over earlier, your brother's intention of using his own life to fight for time for you to escape would have been wasted."
Ye Qing Luo's tone was icy cold, as her ridiculing gaze swept past the Asura God Group's mercenaries who were standing by the side with lingering fear, as her lips curled into a cold arc.
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