This... seems to be what I taught...

Mo Hua looked at the evil cultivator on the ground, swept his consciousness and said:

"Uncle Zhang, come quickly, he's not dead yet."

Zhang Lan came back to his senses, his expression tightened, and he immediately went to Xie Xiu's side.

He inspected the injury and said: "He's not dead yet, but his spiritual power has been exhausted and his blood has been lost, so he won't be able to make any waves."

Just now, his sword energy pierced the evil cultivator's heart, but it missed slightly, so the evil cultivator did not die.

After Zhang Lan finished speaking, the evil cultivator even groaned in pain a few times and opened his eyes, full of resentment.

"Life is so hard." Mo Hua sighed.

Zhang Lan fed Situ Fang and Situ Xiu some elixirs, and they meditated and adjusted their breath for a while before they recovered. After that, they wanted to drag the evil cultivator back to Daotingsi.

"Wait a minute." Mo Hua said.

Several people turned their heads and looked at the ink paintings in confusion.

Mo Hua walked up to Zhang Lan and struggled to pull out the sword from Zhang Lan's waist.

He held the sword in both hands, walked up to the evil cultivator, and said:

"That's right, I'm going to break your leg!"

Then with a sword, the evil cultivator's leg was broken.

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Chapter completed!