BSI Chapter 101 Jiang Siming is exhausted
Chapter 101 Jiang Siming is exhausted
Chapter 101 Jiang Siming is exhausted
Tang Hao and Jian Douluo took Jiang Siming and flew out of Wuhun City quickly, but Bibi Dong and other masters of Wuhun Hall were chasing them relentlessly.
"You old bastard, Uncle Hao! Put me down. You can't escape with me!" The bumpy running made Jiang Siming, who was already injured, cough up a mouthful of blood. He said with some relief.
Even if the Wuhun Store lets Tang Hao go, it can't let him go. Even if he escapes back to Shrek Academy, what can he do? He will only bring disaster to his lover and companions.
Tang Hao and Jian Douluo were both silent. The current situation had exceeded everyone's expectations. Even Bibi Dong herself had not expected that Jiang Siming, who was only a four-ring soul master, would receive the attention of God.
There are nearly ten Titled Douluo, a group of powerful people above the level of Soul Sage. Do they really have a chance to escape unscathed?
"Jiang boy, circulate your soul power first and stabilize your injuries. I don't believe that the Spirit Hall can really cover the sky with one hand!" There was a hint of determination in Jian Douluo's eyes.
"Damn old man!" Jiang Siming seemed to see through Jian Douluo's intention.
Tang Hao, who was carrying Jiang Siming, was also surprised by Jian Douluo's choice.
Jian Douluo suddenly stopped, and the huge Seven Kill Sword reappeared. He swung the sword, and a gap temporarily blocked the powerful men of the Spirit Hall.
"Go!" Jian Douluo shouted vigorously.
"You old bitch! What are you doing? Come back!" Jiang Siming shouted almost madly, and his dry cough made his voice become a roar.
"Calm down! Si Ming, do you want Jian Douluo to sacrifice in vain?" Tang Hao was also deeply shocked by Jian Douluo's determination.
"You bastards from the Spirit Hall! Remember this, I am Jian Chenxin, come on!" Jian Douluo roared with a big laugh. He originally had only a few white hairs, but now they all turned silver. The Seven Killings Giant Sword surged again, and the overwhelming momentum even turned the surrounding grass, trees, and rocks into powder in an instant.
"Uncle Hao, put me down, I beg you, put me down! I beg you! What's the difference between living like this and being dead!" Jiang Siming struggled frantically as he looked at the figure that was gradually becoming blurred.
"Si Ming!" Tang Hao's mood was extremely complicated at this moment, and he didn't know what to say.
"Uncle Hao! Put me down." Jiang Siming's voice suddenly became low, and he stopped struggling. His whole body began to exude a terrifying aura.
"Si Ming, what did you do!" Tang Hao felt Jiang Siming's increasingly stronger aura, but he also noticed that Jiang Siming's body seemed to be shrinking a little bit. These two situations, which should not have occurred at the same time, shocked Tang Hao for a moment!
"Uncle Hao, that old bitch deserves to be alive!" Jiang Siming slowly raised his head. His originally handsome appearance had become haggard, and his voice seemed to be dry coming out of his mouth as if it was about to crack.
Tang Hao looked at Jiang Siming's changes in shock. He couldn't help but stop and loosen his clenched hands, letting go of Jiang Siming.
Jiang Siming stopped staggeringly.
Blood kept dripping from Jiang Siming's body, and a hand had already reached into his dantian. The heart-wrenching pain did not make Jiang Siming show the slightest expression at this moment. His dantian was shattered, and a large amount of original energy was lost. Jiang Siming's face was like a piece of dry wood.
The bloody hand slowly pulled out, bringing with it two original sword energies, one grey and one red. The Juexian Sword and the Luxian Sword quietly emerged.
Jiang Siming opened his hands, and two sword energies merged into the sword, emitting an aura that even moved Tang Hao.
Jiang Siming's dry hands quickly grasped the two magic swords and rushed towards Jian Douluo at an extremely fast speed, with blood splattering everywhere he passed.
Looking at Jiang Siming's speeding back, Tang Hao's eyes flashed with brilliance, and the huge Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand again.
"The sword breaks the nine heavens!" The silver-haired Sword Douluo held a giant sword that exuded a terrifying aura and waved it continuously, forcing back a group of Spirit Hall strongmen. Even Bibi Dong did not dare to get close at all.
"Hahaha! How wonderful! I have been through so much in my life, and today I will have the most fun!" Jian Douluo laughed, but his vitality was gradually fading away. This kind of strength gained by consuming vitality is ultimately fleeting, and is only for the last splendor in life.
"Damn it! That old guy is throwing his life away!" The powerful men from the Spirit Hall looked at Jian Douluo, who was burning his life at this moment, with a hint of admiration in their eyes.
"Come on, all of you! He wants to die! I'll grant his wish!" Bibi Dong seemed to be crazy at this moment, and there seemed to be a hint of jealousy in Jian Shen's face.
A group of Titled Douluo joined the battle again, constantly consuming Jian Douluo's vitality. Jian Douluo's bleeding wounds could no longer heal, and he was about to run out of energy.
"Sword Dao Chen Xin! I'm afraid I will never be as good as you in this life, but today, die!" A Titled Douluo holding a snake spear from the Spirit Hall seized the flaw of Sword Douluo and pointed directly at his throat.
Feeling the snake spear about to pierce his throat, even though it hadn't touched him, Jian Douluo already felt the pain.
Jian Douluo slowly closed his eyes, as if he had given up resistance.
"Alas, it's better to die. I just want to never see this kid again. I feel a little sad that I can't see Rongrong get married." Jian Douluo slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.
With a "bang", a gray sword energy suddenly came and suddenly cut a huge hole in the chest of the Titled Douluo holding the Snake Spear, and the whole person vomited blood and flew backwards.
Jiang Siming's ghostly figure drew a sword energy barrier around Jian Douluo at an extremely fast speed, and used both swords to block the attacks from other strong men in the Spirit Hall.
"Jiang boy." Jian Douluo looked at the familiar back and finally fell unconscious due to exhaustion.
One attack after another hit the sword energy barrier. A trace of thick black blood flowed from the corner of Jiang Siming's dry mouth. A crack also appeared on the sword energy barrier and was spreading rapidly.
"Jiang Siming!" Bibi Dong was deeply shocked as she looked at the withered Jiang Siming in front of her. Her eyes became more and more crazy, and a dark green phantom of the Spider King appeared behind her. She swung out two green beams of light, completely tearing the cracked sword barrier apart.
"Si Ming!"
The huge Clear Sky Hammer fell from the sky and blew away the strong men who were attracted to the Spirit Hall by Jiang Siming.
"Uncle Hao! Take that old bitch away quickly. She just wants me dead." Jiang Siming said with a smile inadvertently. His cracked skin moved with the corners of his mouth, oozing black sticky blood.
Tang Hao looked at Jiang Siming's miserable condition, then looked at the white-haired Sword Douluo, and gripped the handle of the Clear Sky Hammer even harder.
"Uncle Hao, take that old man away!" Jiang Siming used up his last bit of strength to push Tang Hao away. Two emerald cross-shaped rays of light instantly broke through Jiang Siming's chest.
"Leave them all to me!" Bibi Dong's voice came again.
"Hurry up and take that old guy away!" Jiang Siming stared at Tang Hao.
Tang Hao finally picked up Jian Douluo. Tang Hao, who hadn't known what it felt like to cry for a long time, had misty eyes.
"I, Tang Hao, swear! You will all be my enemies for life!"
(End of this chapter)