A full-level scholar is conferred a god in a survival game

Chapter 45 Sacrifice
"Yang Yang, be careful!" Qiao Yan has quick eyes and quick hands, and hurriedly yanked Cheng Yang to the side. Cheng Yang also took this opportunity to quickly wave the saber in his hand, turning his body gracefully for half a circle, and the saber pierced it accurately. In the black mist.

The black mist erupted into a strange cry that went straight to the top of the human sky. Even Cheng Yang felt his temples twitch violently for a while, and Qiao Yan's face turned slightly pale.

While Cheng Yang got rid of the black mist behind him, Zhuang Ran barely opened a path forward with the dagger.

"Run!" The three ran forward in tacit understanding.

Qiao Yan was protected by Cheng Yang and Zhuang Ran, and watched as the two in front kept waving their weapons, splitting up clouds of black mist.

Qiao Yan didn't have a weapon in her hand, so she was responsible for observing the situation behind and reminding Cheng Yang and Zhuang Ran in time to prevent them from being attacked from behind.

"Ding——" a notification sound suddenly sounded in my mind.

"Reminder, the mirror world has been cleared. Players are requested to go to the entrance of the hotel immediately and leave the mirror world. The opening time of the exit is limited. Please arrange your time reasonably."

The beep sounded mechanically.

Cheng Yang's eyes darkened slightly, it seemed that they were going to speed up.

As the notification sounded, the countless clouds of black mist around them also seemed to be stimulated, and they rushed towards them even more excitedly.

Cheng Yang's feet moved a little faster, from fighting side by side with Zhuang Ran at the beginning to standing at the forefront now.

The black mist moved quickly, but Cheng Yang's movements were unambiguous. Every attack almost never missed, and every knife could fiercely split a cloud of black mist.

"Damn, what on earth is she made of..." Zhuang Ran was dealing with the black mist around him and Qiao Yan, and then glanced at Cheng Yang, dumbfounded for a moment.

Under Cheng Yang's opening and hanging, the three of them moved faster and faster, but Cheng Yang is not an iron man, and the long-term opening and hanging also caused her physical strength to decline. Although she still maintains a high level of output, but in the Zhuang Ran and Qiao Yan behind Cheng Yang could clearly feel that her movements were much slower than before.

However, the most troublesome thing is that not only Cheng Yang's two teammates could see this change clearly, but also the black mist around her could feel it.

The Kabbah saber in Cheng Yang's hand had just pierced the black mist on the right, and the black mist on her left seemed to cooperate with the black mist on the right, engulfing Cheng Yang's left arm in it.

"Cheng Yang!" Zhuang Ran exclaimed after watching this scene.

The pain coming from her arm made Cheng Yang couldn't help frowning, her expression was slightly concentrated, the saber in her right hand had quickly pierced into the black mist, after a strange scream, Cheng Yang only felt that his left Arms relaxed for a while, and the black mist dissipated.

But Cheng Yang didn't get any cheap. Through the jacket, her left arm was also bitten out, and blood flowed.

"I'm fine!" Meeting Zhuang Ran and Qiao Yan's worried eyes, Cheng Yang shouted at them, and then continued to join the battle against the black mist.

The exit of the mirror was not far away from them, and through the thick black fog, the three of them could already see the blue light circle leading to the outside of the mirror.

Due to blood loss, Cheng Yang's face turned slightly pale, and the movements of her hands slowed down more and more. She could only push through the heavy black mist with all her strength, and went straight to the exit.

The three finally approached the exit, because Qiao Yan didn't have a weapon in his hand, Cheng Yang and Zhuang Ran planned to send Qiao Yan out first.

But suddenly a cloud of black mist came up in front of him again, Cheng Yang gritted his teeth, stabilized his figure, forced himself to ignore the discomfort caused by excessive blood loss, and stabbed fiercely with the Kabbah saber in his right hand. When the black mist dissipated, Cheng Yang pushed Qiao Yan hard and sent her out.

"Cheng Yang!" As soon as Qiao Yan was sent out, before Cheng Yang had time to react, he heard Zhuang Ran's stern cry from behind, Cheng Yang turned around, and then -

She widened her eyes, and saw Zhuang Ran standing in front of her. His chest was pierced by a cloud of black mist, and blood gushed out. The next second, he coughed heavily, and the corners of his mouth began to stop. The residence is bleeding out.

"Zhuang Ran!" Cheng Yang supported Zhuang Ran's crumbling body, "Persevere, as long as we go out, we will be fine!"

Cheng Yang forced himself to calm down and said to Zhuang Ran.

However, the large amount of blood flowing from Zhuang Ran's wound seemed to trigger a switch somewhere in the black mist. They regenerated more quickly. Adult men, it is undoubtedly worse, the black mist keeps coming up, gradually, the speed of Cheng Yang's splitting of the black mist cannot keep up with the speed of the black mist's rebirth, and the path that was originally opened has a tendency to return to its original state.

"You go..." A weak smile appeared on Zhuang Ran's pale face, he looked at Cheng Yang, "Leave me alone..."

"Shut up! You have a talisman, and nothing will happen to you!" Cheng Yang stubbornly fought against the black mist in front of him, as if desperate, even though such a move would make her even more overdrawn.

"Heh..." Zhuang Ran chuckled, and took out the amulet from his pocket. The color of the amulet seemed to have dimmed a lot, as if——it had fulfilled its mission as best it could, and lost its original The divine power that should be there is average.

"How come..." Cheng Yang's face was stunned for a moment, and she murmured in disbelief.

"I can't make it out anymore..." Zhuang Ran opened his mouth, and a large amount of blood poured out again. He exhausted the last bit of strength in his body, stuffed the dagger in his hand into Cheng Yang's hand, and blocked it with his body. With a large amount of black mist coming from behind.

The black mist engulfed his body, and more and more blood flowed from him.

"Don't let me die in vain..." Zhuang Ran turned his head and looked at Cheng Yang with a last smile. He was already angry and his eyes became loose.

Cheng Yang took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and the next second, she turned around.

Because Zhuang Ran blocked it with his body, the black mist around Cheng Yang was instantly reduced by more than half. Although Cheng Yang was exhausted at the moment, it was more than enough to deal with the remaining black mist.

Cheng Yang used the fastest speed to carve out a path for himself, and then got out from the blue circle of light.

Qiao Yan was standing in front of the aperture and anxiously waiting for Cheng Yang and Zhuang Ran. Seeing Cheng Yang coming out, she happily supported Cheng Yang's staggering body.

"Yang Yang, then..." Qiao Yan just wanted to ask about Zhuang Ran's situation, and Cheng Yang raised his head to look at her. The moment he met Cheng Yang's gaze, Qiao Yan understood everything in his heart, and what followed was That hot heart gradually cooled down.

(End of this chapter)