Xia Shuzhilian hurriedly shouted:

"Holy Fire, don't chase after!"

After the words fell, the screams of the Saint of Fire came from the depths of the dense fog.

Xia Shuzhilian's face changed slightly, and he immediately glanced at Zhang Yuanqing. The latter understood, and the two rushed into the thick fog.

They soon saw the bronze sculpture and the Saint of Fire, who was pierced through the chest by the bronze sculpture with a sword, and was high in the air.

This reckless saint paid a huge price for his impulsiveness.

But the fatal injury made the Saint of Fire even more irritable. He clenched the blade of the sword with both hands, exuding high temperature, making the bronze sword look like iron, and even the hands of the bronze sculpture were burnt red.

Seeing this, Xia Shuzhilian summoned a dagger without hesitation. With long legs wearing military boots, he ran wildly, rushed forward, and swung the dagger containing sword energy.

Ding!

The dagger, which was supposed to cut iron like mud, only left a white mark. Fortunately, the power attached to the blade made the bronze sculpture stagger.

At this time, Zhang Yuanqing grabbed the shoulder of the Saint of Fire and "pulled" him out of the sword.

"retreat!"

He carried the holy man of fire and returned to the original road.

Natsuki Zhilian is a calm swordsman, and retreated immediately.

The bronze sculpture didn't catch up, and looked at them silently with that rough face.

Zhang Yuanqing returned to Guan Ya's side, just in time to see that Huayu's arm had been connected, and his palms were pressed against Houde's arm, emitting soft green light, healing him.

"Save this one too, or I won't live for five minutes." Zhang Yuanqing threw the Saint of Fire to Huayu.

"Damn it, you won't be gentle." The Saint of Fire clutched his chest, his face full of pain.

Why didn't you expect that you would be skewered into mutton skewers when you were on top? Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart.

Huayu trotted over in a hurry, with her palm on the Saint of Fire's chest, and healed him of fatal injuries.

The Saint of Fire took a few breaths, his face recovered slightly, and he said in a deep voice:

"I found out that the bronze sculpture has no item information. It does not belong to the spirit realm. It should be made by the ancient fairy gate. Is it possible to think that the item attributes are added by the spirit realm, in order to allow the spirit realm walker to control the props faster? usage method.

"All the props are actually magic weapons in essence?"

Hua Yu frowned and said, "Don't talk, this way you can live longer."

At this time, Xia Shuzhilian returned, glanced at the state of the fire saint, and his heart sank.

The bronze sword, like most of the bewitching monster's props, has the bleeding function, which means that Huayu must continue to heal to save the life of the fire saint.

Then, the two became living targets.

Enemies in the thick fog are elusive, and it is difficult to fight against them. Even the mountain god who is good at defense can't stop the sword. How can we protect the two of them?

The Saint of Fire let out a breath and said:

"I'm dead, you better leave me alone, Yuanshi Tianzun, you take them away, go outside and inform the elders, I still have a breath, I can block you for a while." JrNovels.com