I Am a Magic Sword Chapter 192: Life of one year
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"General Qiu, do we want to catch up?"
"No need!" General Qiu shook his head.
The four of them, all of them were injured. They repelled the joint ambush of the Black Blood Nation and Chen Guo. It was not without a price!
In the entire army, there are only a few of their innate masters left, and even the two innate pinnacle masters of the First Army and the Second Army died together with their opponents.
They survived completely because the Black Blood Nation released water at the last moment!
"General Qiu, look...General Chen!"
When the White Dragon Legion left, Chen Hao closed the evil spirit aura.
Qiu Yiming turned around and looked at Chen Pengfei lying on the ground.
The mask on Chen Pengfei's face is gone, and the armor on his body is shattered so badly that he barely hangs on his body. A few terrible scars on his body almost cut him into pieces!
But even so, he still lives stubbornly.
He seemed to have just got up from a sea of blood, his body was covered with disgusting fleshy foam, he was lying on the ground feebly, blood seeping from under him, staining a whole piece of land all over his body.
His eyes are red, and his mouth is slightly hissing. Even if he is on the verge of death, he still holds the epee tightly, and his right hand twitches, as if he is about to make a slashing action!
Qiu Yiming slowly closed his eyes, and said in a difficult tone: "I have been...involved, according to the military regulations...I should kill immediately!"
"Who started?"
In the army, once someone gets mad, he must be put to death immediately in accordance with military regulations to prevent the wicked soldier from causing more casualties!
The four congenital masters all know Chen Pengfei's reputation, and they have even been jealous of him in their hearts.
Jealous of his youth, jealous of his luck... But now they see Chen Pengfei lying on the battlefield, the jealousy in their hearts has long since vanished.
But now, they can't do it!
Qiu Yiming glanced at the late congenital master who had white temples and a mole on his nose and said: "Fei Yuan, I remember your eldest son died in Chen Pengfei's hands, right? You do it!"
Feihara drew out the long sword, sighed and retracted the long sword way: "Forget it! I'll talk about it when the general comes back!"
His eye sockets are a little red.
"Then take Chen Pengfei back, he seems to have forcibly broken through to the late stage of the innate, you must be careful!"
In the dungeon, seventeen were firmly fixed to the wall.
Wrists, ankles, waist and abdomen are wrapped in thick black iron chains.
His head is drooping, he is not yet awake, the wound on his body has healed, and he has changed into a large, warm and comfortable robe. The blood stains on his body are washed clean, and the only thing that is not clean is his blood red. Eyes and hair.
He was still holding the Scarlet Blood Sword weakly in his hand. The Scarlet Blood Sword was swaying in mid-air. It occasionally touched the wall and made a ding-dong sound... This made Chen Hao quite helpless. He didn't like swinging.
The Scarlet Blood Sword slammed to the ground, and the seventeen hands immediately swelled with veins, firmly holding the hilt.
Yes, that's it again!
The most important thing is that the Scarlet Blood Sword can't get rid of the power of Seventeen!
The door of the dungeon was opened, and a figure familiar but strange to Chen Hao walked in.
The visitor walked staggering, as if he was a lame, he was rickety, his right sleeve was empty, one eye was hollow, half of his face seemed to have been corroded, even the bridge of his nose was exposed, and the other half was left. His face showed a blue-black color, and he was like a corpse that had been buried for half a month and then dug out.
Chen Hao couldn't feel the vitality in him, as if he would die anytime.
It's the general Ye Lijun!
Yes, it is him. Although his image has changed drastically, Seventeen can recognize the long sword on his waist.
Behind Ye Lijun, Qiu Yiming followed him step by step.
Qiu Yiming's face is full of sadness.
Ye Lijun whispered: "Chen Pengfei, Chen Pengfei, are you still alive?"
Seventeen fiercely raised his head, staring at Ye Lijun with scarlet eyes, without reason.
The evil spirit aura suddenly erupted, and the blood-colored evil spirit enveloped the entire cell. Ye Lijun's body was swayed by the impact, Qiu Yiming quickly supported him.
"I don't need your help!"
Ye Lijun threw away Qiu Yiming's hand and said stubbornly.
"It's a pity, a pity, a pity!"
It's a pity that Ye Lijun repeatedly said three times.
"General, Chen Pengfei is crazy!"
"I am ashamed of Lao Su, and made his disciple like this!"
"General, this is the battlefield, you don't have to feel guilty!" Qiu Yiming said, "You have to take care of your body now!"
"He is very talented and has a great future. He could have taken over our class and continue to work for Your Majesty!" Ye Lijun closed his eyes in pain, ignoring Qiu Yiming, and then he seemed to remember something suddenly, shaking from the ring I took out a lead black box and opened the box. The icy cold air leaked from the gap. In an instant, the Scarlet Blood Sword was covered with frost. Inside the box was a milky white ice crystal the size of a glass bead.
"Perhaps, this works!"
He drew out the long sword, pierced the back of Seventeen's left hand with a sword, and embedded ice crystals on the back of Seventeen's hand.
"This is?"
"Ling Bingpo!"
"Can Chen Pengfei be cured?"
"I don't know!" Ye Lijun shook his head, "You can try it!"
When Lingbing was implanted in Seventeen's body, cold spiritual energy flowed into Seventeen's body along the meridians. Seventeen slowly calmed down, and his blood-red eyes gradually faded to black.
It works!
But Ye Lijun looked at the seventeen blood-red hair and shook his head helplessly.
Seventeen raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him: "You are..."
"Ye Lijun!"
"General, how are you..."
"Chen Guo and the Black Blood Nation have joined forces, I am not their opponent!" Ye Lijun said in a flat tone, "but Jia Songyuan should be dead, and the poisonous demon escaped with serious injuries!"
Seventeen was about to speak, but Ye Lijun said: "I am running out of time. Chen Guo and the Black Blood Nation will join forces. It is estimated that the Black Blood Nation will also make big moves on the border. I have passed the letter to your Majesty and let the old man Su Yan takes precautions."
"You have gone into a madness, Lingbing Apparition can only allow you to hold on for a year. Every time you kill someone, this time may be shortened..."
"Are there still spirit ice souls?"
Ye Lijun shook his head and said, "The spirit ice is from the Northern Territory and can only last you for a year. Even if you can still get the spirit ice, it will not have much effect on you. , It can only be suppressed, it is impossible to cure!"
"In other words, do I have only one year of life?"
"If you are willing to go out and look for it, there may still be a chance, but the chance is slim. The treasures that can suppress madness are all invaluable and extremely rare!" Ye Lijun asked, "It depends on how you choose?"
"Then I won't go, I have something to do!"
"Is this the Lan family?"
Seventeen raised his head and glanced at Ye Lijun, then nodded.
"I want to ask you, did you use that murderous secret technique to train soldiers?"
"Yes!" There is no way to hide this.
"How large is your secret technique and can it cover the battlefield of more than 100,000 people?"
"Reluctantly!" That is already the limit of the evil spirit.
"Your secret technique is simply a big killer on the battlefield. I used to know that your secret technique can be used to deter enemies, but I didn't expect you to control it and make your soldiers produce another change!" Ye Lijun lowered his head. After a long time, he seemed to have made great determination and said, "I found some traces of the Lan family. If you are willing to do me a favor!"
"Yes!"