Chapter 141: Double Sword Light Han Wulin (10)

Baitang: "Young man Weng, the weapons and hidden weapons are poisonous, and they have been suppressed for the time being."

"Thank you White Lady." Weng Quan turned around and cut down a Blood Demon Cultist with a beautiful sword technique.

When the number of followers of this group of Blood Demon Cult has decreased a lot, and there are not many people, they only plan to withdraw, how could Baitang be willing.

Now that you're here, leave it all to her!

With two knives in her hand and sharp eyes, at this moment, she is a real goddess of death.

After killing the last member of the Blood Demon Cult who was about to escape, Bai Tang licked his pale lips, wanton and coquettish.

The poison broke out, Weng Quan only felt a little dizzy, weak all over, and barely fell down by relying on the sword.

Even looking at Baitang, he had to figure it out.

The White Woman is a bloody person, with blood all over her body, most of it is the blood that bleeds from the wound caused by her various difficult moves, and the rest belongs to the enemy.

With the two knives back in place, Baitang's current feeling is not particularly good.

Her soul has greatly improved this body, but she still suffers from pain. The soul supports the weak beating and recovery of the heart of this body, but the blood flow rate is too low, and the whole body is icy cold.

"The White Lady..."

Weng Quan was a little stunned. Not long after he first entered the rivers and lakes, being a chivalrous man is his principle, and punishing rape and eliminating evil is his wish. Weng Quan had never seen a treacherous and evil person, at this moment Baitang was walking towards him with blood all over his body, as if walking from hell.

Bai Tang hurriedly said: "Sit down cross-legged, I will help you practice your kung fu and force the poison out."

How to put it, Weng Quan was injured because he helped her, and Baitang should help him both emotionally and rationally.

Weng Quan held his sword firmly, and refused: "White Lady, I will force myself, don't use your kung fu, your injuries are too serious."

"It's been a long time, I can't die, if you don't force the poison, you will die."

Baitang's tone was not particularly nice, she was really cold and hurt right now.

Without further ado, he lifted Weng Quan's hands, docked them, and then channeled his internal energy along his extraordinary meridians, as if he didn't need money.

"Concentrate on forcing poison."

At the end, Baitang also asked.

Weng Quan had no choice but to nod his head, close his eyes, and concentrate on exercising his kung fu to force the poison.

Baitang's internal energy is extremely domineering. When he was walking through his meridians, Weng Quan could feel the aura of thousands of troops. Although he is domineering, there is also a kind of gentleness inside. Although he is domineering, he has not damaged any of his meridians. Weng Quan even felt that his meridians have been broadened. The widening of his meridians is something that every martial arts practitioner hopes to have, but ordinary methods are not very effective. A little method is too dangerous, and there are only two people who survived a narrow escape. Weng Quan never thought that his meridians would be widened under such circumstances.

He just saw injustice and chose to take action, but he was able to get such a blessing.

After completely forcing out the poison in Weng Quan's body, Baitang stopped.

Alas, this time, it should be the worst time for her.

Now dizzy, painful, and cold to the point of limbs, it was entirely her will that she didn't pass out.

Weng Quan didn't care about the injury on his arm, squatted down and said: "White Woman, my poison has been forced out, your condition is not very good now, I will take you to find a doctor."

Baitang did not refuse, although her bleeding stopped, but her injury became more serious.

The rivers and lakes are not only about the grand ambitions of children, happy grievances and hatred, but also informality.

Weng Quan's lightness kung fu is really good, very stable, and Baitang feels pretty good being carried on his back.

Weng Quan looked very anxious, he used ten layers and ten internal strength, he was really worried about the woman on his back, he could hardly feel Baitang's heartbeat, it was like carrying an ice cube on his back.

Fearing that Baitang would disappear without a sound, Weng Quan kept talking to make sure that Baitang was still fine.