Chapter 2201: The Jedi Strikes Back (1)

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The people brought by the master of Lingyao Hall have also retreated to rest. They suffered heavy casualties, but they still kept their faith.

The eyes of some Jiugong disciples were sour, and they couldn't help looking at their elders. The Jiugong elder sighed softly, nodded silently, and those Jiugong disciples walked forward without delay.

As soon as the disciples of Lingyao Hall saw Jiugong's actions, they immediately put their whole body on guard, regardless of their injuries, they stood up and looked at the coming Jiugong disciples solemnly.

"Don't be afraid... I don't have any malicious intentions, I just want to help you with the medicine." A Jiugong disciple carefully looked at the cautious Lingyao Hall disciple standing in front of him, and tried to lower his voice, fearing that he might scare him.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, how could they have imagined that such a group of women possessed such perseverance. On the battlefield, they were not inferior to any man at all, and their unwavering eyes were so charming.

The disciple of the Lingyao Hall saw what the other party said, and also saw the master of the Lingyao Hall nodding slightly to them, so he relaxed. This relaxation, on the contrary, made these girls who had not had much contact with outsiders feel a little helpless. Don't worry, the disciple blushed slightly, nodded timidly to the Jiugong disciple, obediently stretched out his injured arm, and looked at him with those big watery eyes in a daze.

This glance made the Jiugong disciple's heart skip a beat.

The young girl who was still heroic just now had such a moving expression, a sense of ignorance quietly took root in the heart of the disciple of Jiugong, he also blushed for some reason, lowered his head and lightly applied the medicine to the other party.

This kind of scene is not uncommon in the square. The disciples of Lingyao Hall are all beautiful women, each of whom stands out, withdraws his guard, and retreats from the battlefield. Under their fierce hiding and gentleness, almost every Lingyao Hall Around the disciples, there are several Jiugong disciples.

And the other disciples of Yunjian Academy who followed were also surrounded by some people, and those who withdrew from the Nine Palaces to join the battle were even taken care of by their former classmates.

The tense atmosphere disappeared, and in a peaceful and comfortable environment, the people in the upper three realms who had been deeply poisoned died silently. When they died, their faces turned black and their lips were dark purple, showing the severity of the poison.

Bach lasted for a full thirty minutes under Jun Wuxie's hands, but these thirty minutes were as long as thirty years to Bach, every minute and every second within thirty minutes was, to him, It was extreme pain, until the moment of death came, what Bach felt was not fear, but a kind of relief. Unfortunately, Jun Wuxie did not let him be relieved so easily, but poured fire oil on Bach's body. Body, a fire, sent Bach into the final pain.

This was all prepared by Bach for Su Ya, and Jun Wuxie repaid the debt in the same way, and settled the blood debt.