Chapter 2150: You must hold on

Heavenly thunder one after another, the sound is great, that thousand years of blood demon has not any sound, Xuanwu elder tortoise spirit was shocked, even his own soul is also damaged, here is not suitable for a long time, Xuanwu elder leaning on his ghost head crutch, stride towards Li Laoni their direction of the wild ran over.

Above the sky, dark clouds, rumbling thunder, but more and more small, even the wind also stopped whistling, that day the thunder but no longer fall down one.

And after a tea's work, the wind breaks the clouds stop, the rain also stopped, into a patter of rain, the world in front of me in a layer of light mist.

Old Liu Tou still maintained the action of raising the sword, his figure was magnificent and upright, however, the purple light above the Seven Star Dragon Abyss Sword had also dimmed, and then lost any luster.

Old Liu Tou stared with a pair of eyes, standing there like a statue, motionless.

The whole world finally quieted down, Xue Ghost Doctor trembling from the ground climbed up, a pair of eyes do not know when already filled with tears, noiselessly rolled down, he lost his soul towards the old Liu head step by step, upper and lower lips can not stop trembling, he would like to say something, but his throat seems to be blocked by something, once he opens his mouth, but a word can not be said.

Wu Feng served Xue Ghost Doctor's medicine, the wound on the body also stopped the blood, consciousness also gradually awake a lot, just now that a scene of heavenly thunder boomed down, extremely shocking, Wu Feng is naturally also in the eyes, he is still not clear in the body of the old Liu head in the end of what happened, but a very bad feeling of foreboding lingers in the heart, that purple talisman is like a magic spell, in the eyes of the lingering, the old Liu head turned his head to look at his own eyes, the eyes of the old Liu head, the eyes of the old Liu head, the eyes of the old Liu head, the eyes of the old Liu head, the eyes of the old Liu head, the eyes of the old Liu head. The look in his eyes, that look of determination, tore Wu Feng's heart apart one at a time.

He dragged his tattered body, prostrate on the ground, hard to crawl toward the old Liu head, the tears once again surged out, big big falling on the ground.

"Old Uncle Liu …… Old Uncle Liu …… I'll take you out here, you must hold on ah ……" Wu Feng choked , murmuring, his body on the ground inch by inch difficult crawler.

This short distance, as far as ten thousand miles, but Wu Feng still crawled to the side of Old Liu Tou.

Old Liu Tou was still standing like that, his body straight and proud, but he did not say a word.

Xue ghost doctor trembling stretched out a hand, gently placed on the old Liu head's arm, into the hand is a piece of sticky, stained with a hand of blood.

Wu Feng raised his head and looked up at him, calling Old Uncle Liu softly under his breath.

Suddenly, Old Liu's body swayed, like a big tree that had been chopped down, and slammed heavily backward, and in the two men's surprise, they didn't even have the time to hold him up.

"Cough!"

Old Liu Tou finally made a sound, but he was spitting blood out of his mouth, Wu Feng was anxious and forced himself to endure the stabbing pain all over his body, and crawled towards Old Liu Tou again.

Wu Feng hugged the old Liu head's shoulders and cried bitterly, "Old Uncle Liu …… you must hold on ah, we still have to return to the Dakung Temple to save my eldest brother."

Without waiting for Old Liu head to reply, Wu Feng looked at Ghost Doctor Xue again and said in a pleading tone, "Old Uncle Xue …… Old Uncle Xue, hurry up and save him, Old Uncle Liu can't die."