âYou, whatâs....â Su Luo almost lost her head from fear, her hand and foot was ice-cold from being so nervous.
Nangong Liuyun was just about to speak, but Su Luo had already stuffed an Emperor ranked Spirit Medicine into his mouth: âQuickly swallow it.â
The effect of an Emperor level Spirit Medicine was very good. Very quickly, the wound formed a scab.
Nangong Liuyunâs mouth that had a trace of bloodstain hooked into a demonically alluring smile. He lowered his head to console Su Luoâs nervous expression, and in a soft tone, said: âDonât worry...â
But before he could finish speaking, suddenly, another two shadowy figures that gave off afterimages appeared behind Nangong Liuyun and Su Luo.
Nangong Liuyunâs complexion suddenly changed.
âCareful!â Nangong Liuyun used his last bit of strength to tightly hug Su Luo to his chest. Holding her, he rolled on the spot, avoiding the tip of the dagger that glittered like frost.
The two black-clothed people look in the direction they had lost their target, and exchanged a glance. Their malicious eyes were narrowed, soon after, they quickly stabbed towards the two people on the ground.
Su Luo wanted to get up, but donât know why, Nangong Liuyunâs grip was so tight like iron pliers confining her, making it hard for Su Luo to budge. She was being steadily protected under his body.
âNo!â
Su Luo felt that ice-cold poisonous snakelike aura approaching through the shadow on the floor. She knew the black-clothed people had lifted their daggers and were just about to stab down at fatal parts of Nangong Liuyunâs body.
Su Luoâs heart was ice-cold.
She really didnât understand where so many commander-ranked experts popped out from. And every one of them was an expert at assassination. They were experts at speed like hidden snakes that were hard to seize and ruthless like falcons.
If one must die among the two of them, then let her have this opportunity! A firm and determined expression flashed through Su Luoâs eyes.
Just at this critical moment, Su Luo suddenly flipped over and swapped places with Nangong Liuyun, protecting him under her body.
Nangong Liuyun had used âHundred Tons Thunderous Lightningâ, that finishing move. It was as if all the spirit force had been sucked dry from his body. He couldnât even squeeze out a trace, let along to say he was already seriously injured. Just now, he pressed Su Luo under him based on instinct, but just when Su Luo exploded out, he was helpless.
Su Luoâs body covered Nangong Liuyunâs back, protecting his vital parts. But her own back was exposed to the dagger of the black-clothed people.
The two black-clothed people gave a sinister and strange laugh, the dagger in their hands lifting up high and heavily landing down.
If Su Luo was stabbed by the dagger, then she would definitely die.
Just at this critical moment.
Suddenly, a white figure appeared on the horizon.
This figureâs white clothes floated with a haunting manner, giving people the feeling of pure clean holiness that wasnât contaminated with dust.
At the same time, there was that impossibly strong deterrence force.
Grandmaster Rong Yun was in mid-air. At this moment, his eyes were narrowed, his wide robes moved as if sweeping aside all the dust.
âPffâââ
Two wind auras shot directly towards those two black-clothed people with daggers lifted up high.
That two wind auras didnât seem to be that fast. But it seemed as if the two black-clothed peopleâs figures were fixed in place, motionless like statues.
As a result, the two wind auras, with a âplopâ sound, entered into each of the acupuncture points of the black-clothed people. Soon after, everything became tranquil.
Now, besides the sound of fighting between the little stone and his opponent, it was terrifyingly quiet all around.
The two black-clothed people stared at each other in disbelief. Their eyes opened wide like copper bells, they silently turned around and looked towards Grandmaster Rong Yunâs direction. Soon after, their figures stiffly fell backward, giving off a clear sound of an object hitting the ground.