After dressing like a waste of wood, I relied on dry food to reach the peak of my life

Chapter 130 Fainting
The fisherman shouted, "Put down the sword! Otherwise, I don't mind killing it now to scrape its scales and skin, dig its pills and cut its flesh!"

Li Qingmeng only took a glance, and then forced herself to turn her head away, fearing that Qingkong's miserable appearance would affect her mobility.

Again she called out to the fisherman, "Stay still!"

The fisherman's harpoon was pressed against Qingkong's throat like this, and it was no longer deposited.

After a few words, the sword cultivator behind him had already reacted. He drew out his sword again and rushed towards Li Qingmeng.

Li Qingmeng stuffed a piece of dried meat into his mouth, turned to face the sword cultivator, and raised the sword in his hand.

Jianxiu's sword had stabbed at her vest, but when she turned around, she just missed the sword.

The sharp blade cut through her right arm, drawing a deep wound, and blood quickly soaked the light green sleeve.

Li Qingmeng held back the severe pain, restrained the trembling of his arms, and shouted: "Swing the sword into a river!"

In an instant, she raised her sword and swiped it from left to right. The sword repairer stepped back quickly, avoiding the tip of the sword that Li Qingmeng had swiped.

However, Li Qingmeng's sword released a row of fan-shaped sword energy visible to the naked eye. It was as bright as a star, and it rushed towards the sword repairer with astonishing momentum. In the wound, the flesh and blood rolled back, revealing dense white bones, and blood gushed out.

Jianxiu swayed, looked down at his chest in disbelief, fell backwards, and hit the ground with a "boom", lifeless.

Li Qingmeng used mantras one after another, and the last "swing the sword into a river", even squeezed out the Dao Qi in her body, and the tendons and dantian were all empty and exhausted.

She knelt down on the ground collapsed, her right hand supported her body with a sword, her eyes were darkened, her mind was dizzy, and she almost fainted.

But Qingkong was not out of danger yet, she gritted her teeth and supported the ground with her left hand, turning her back.

Just this one movement almost used up her last bit of strength to hold on.

The sword in her right hand could no longer support it, her hand softened, and the sword fell to the ground with a slap, and her right hand also fell to the ground. When it touched the ground, it shook and landed on her elbow.

Li Qingmeng half-kneeled on the ground, looked up to the front, her vision began to blur, except for the fisherman and Qingkong, there seemed to be an illusory tall figure walking over against the light.

She couldn't hold it anymore, she tilted her body, and passed out. At that moment, Qing Kong's face was infinitely enlarged in her mind, and then it was illusory and dissipated...

After an unknown amount of time, Li Qingmeng saw Qingkong turned into a little white dragon, the fisherman grinning grinningly lifted up the gleaming harpoon, pierced Qingkong's throat, cut open its skin, and peeled it bloody Skin.

Qing Kong seemed to turn into a fat doll again, holding a sugar figurine in his hand, wearing a pink princess dress, and smiling sweetly.

Suddenly her face began to contort, her flesh was bloody, and she shouted sharply: "Sister Meng, help me, I'm in so much pain!"

She turned into a little white dragon again. The fisherman dug out her inner alchemy with a harpoon, held up her bloody hand, and laughed wildly...

Li Qingmeng struggled desperately, she wanted to save Qingkong, but she couldn't move.

She wanted to call for help, but couldn't make a sound.

She was going crazy with anxiety, Qing Kong!blue sky!

"Blue Sky! Blue Sky..."

Li Qingmeng finally yelled, she opened her eyes suddenly, the horror in front of her eyes receded, and she saw a quiet beam of the house.

She turned her head and looked, and found that she was in a strange room, lying on the bed, and the wound on her right arm was still bandaged.

(End of this chapter)