In the moving witchcraft formation, Harold forcibly raised the Wolf King's Dharma Body to the Eight Leaves...The Wolf King of the Eight Leaves flew towards Si Wuya.

"Mr. Seven!"

Although Yongning wanted to stay calm and calm.

But when she saw Si Wuya flying towards her... her expression became uncontrollable.

"Why?"

Yongning still didn't hold back and stabbed Jian Gang.

Si Wuya always thought that he was a cold-blooded animal and would never be touched by anything. But when the sword stabbed down, he felt as if it had stabbed into his heart.

The blood spreads.

Infested clothes.

Si Wuya wildly made countless palm prints, knocked Liu Bing's chariot away, and grabbed Yongning!

It's a pity... The Wolf King's dharma body struck him hard on the back with a claw.

boom!

Si Wuya's upper body was completely torn. He hugged Princess Yongning tightly and fell toward the distant buildings like a kite with its string broken.

Harold was extremely happy: "Hahaha... It seems that I am the biggest winner today!"

He waved his hand.

The square array is unraveled.

Witchcraft practitioners cannot forcibly maintain the Eight-Leaf Dharmakaya for too long.

The battle situation has been decided, and all that remains is to slowly wrap things up.

The witchcraft practitioners dived towards the Nether Sect disciples on the ground.

Hua Chongyang couldn't resist it after all, and was knocked away by the six generals!

Is everything settled?

Among the ruins.

Si Wuya held Princess Yongning with one arm and was speechless for a moment.

His face looks ugly...

He kept maintaining the supporting position like this. After a moment, he could no longer control the qi and blood rolling in his body. He bent down and, poof, spit out blood!

He had to let go of his hands and put his palms on the ground.

Just when Yongning was about to fall, Si Wuya stood up with all his strength, supported Yongning again, and looked up at the battle situation——

All plans ultimately failed because of my own willfulness?

More than a thousand disciples of the Nether Sect were instantly surrounded by Liu Bing's troops, Loulan people, and Rouli people.

…

Yongning opened his eyes slightly, raised his blood-stained right hand, grabbed Si Wuya's arm, and asked weakly: "Why?"

Si Wuya shook his head, his facial features were bloodless, he didn't know... and he didn't want to answer... he only knew that right now, his heart felt as if it was blocked by a huge stone!

He was as ruthless and indifferent as ever.

It's like a machine without emotions.

boom!

In the sky, the giant chariot was shattered.

"You, run away quickly."

"There's no way to escape..." Si Wuya shook his head, his tone somewhat helpless.

Without the flying chariot, how could we escape?

At this moment, Si Wuya felt that he was ashamed of everyone, the four guardians, the brothers of the Nether Sect, and Yongning who was willing to die for him...

Si Wuya prides himself on being in control of the overall situation.

At this moment, he lost his mind.

Yongning's blood infected his arm, making it impossible for him to concentrate on how to deal with it.

Not only was he uncomfortable, he was also very irritable.

But he had to stay calm.

what to do?

Do you really want to watch everyone die?

Creak.

Creak.

An old and energetic figure appeared next to Si Wuya.

Si Wuya frowned and slowly raised his head.

I couldn't help but tremble all over.

The eyes are full of disbelief!

The old man looked calm, stroking his beard with one hand and holding his hand behind his back... Following him, there was a little girl and a middle-aged man who looked very nervous.

The world seemed to have quieted down.

I don't know how long it took before Si Wuya said in a trembling voice: "Master...Master?!"

Lu Zhou shook his head and sighed:

"Evildoer."

"My...disciple..." Si Wuya couldn't speak at all, as the vocal cords in his throat seemed to have been cut.
Chapter completed!