Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2021
"Brother!"

The faces of the people in Beihuang Hall changed, and even a few rushed out to protect Song Ming behind them.

However, Qi Chen didn't take the opportunity to act, but watched coldly.

The black line on Song Ming's hand has spread to his neck, which means that the poison has invaded his limbs and bones, and even penetrated into the bone marrow.

Several people quickly carried Song Ming back, and they could all clearly sense that Song Ming was already breathing in less and exhaling more.

"This is..." After noticing the black line on Song Ming's neck, Mo Xian's expression changed suddenly, and he immediately put his hand on Song Ming's wrist.

After a while, his complexion became ugly.

It turned out that Song Ming had one more poison than them.

The toxicity of this kind of poison is even more violent. If you force the Yuanli to activate it, you may die suddenly.

If it weren't for Song Ming's strong strength, who has been suppressing the poison and the help of the Bingpo Golden Silkworm Mother, Song Ming might have died long ago.

If he knew this was the case, he would never let Song Ming persist.

Soon, Mo Xian thought that Song Ming must have been accidentally injured by that hidden weapon when they were attacked in the dense forest.

Those black lights suddenly appeared at that time, Song Ming directly stopped in front of them, it should be at some time.

In other words, Song Ming wanted to protect him and Yin Qiantong.

After thinking about it, Mo Xian's face immediately darkened a lot.

Although he didn't get along with Song Ming for a long time, he really felt the care of his senior brother.

"It seems that I am not qualified as the captain." At this time, Song Ming opened his eyes with difficulty, and said bitterly.

"Brother!" For a moment, everyone's eyes were slightly red, and they could clearly feel that Song Ming's aura was dissipating rapidly.

"From...from now on, Mo...Mo Xian is your new...new captain..." After finishing speaking, Song Ming closed his eyes.

"Mo Xian..."

Hearing that everyone in Beihuang Hall was slightly taken aback, Mo Xian is just a new disciple, there are many more suitable candidates than him.

But since it was Song Ming's explanation, even if it was nonsense, they would certainly abide by it.

In fact, Song Ming was not talking nonsense.

After discovering the black spot on his hand, he expected this situation, so someone must lead.

The best candidate in his mind is actually Yin Qiantong, who is strong enough and the only woman, quite suitable.

But Yin Qiantong is indifferent by nature and is not suitable for leading a team.

He also considered other people, but they all felt that they were not suitable, so he finally decided on Mo Xian.

Mo Xian is a new disciple, and he can't see through his strength.

And relying on the relationship between Mo Xian and Yin Qiantong, this matter was accomplished.

"Captain, what should we do now? We will listen to you." All the disciples of the Northern Wilderness Hall looked at Mo Xian. Obviously, as long as Mo Xian gave an order, they were ready to fight.

"Uh, brothers, I just came here not long ago, so it's not suitable to be the captain." Mo Xian said with a headache, of course he didn't know that Song Ming had already taken all factors into consideration.

"There is nothing inappropriate. We are all from the same sect. Junior brother, your strength is obvious to all." Everyone said quickly.

"Uh..." Mo Xian hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. Under such circumstances, it is meaningless to argue who is the captain.

However, he was originally a team member, but now that he is the captain, he suddenly feels a lot of pressure on him. After all, he has to lead so many people against other forces.

The most important thing is that there are now two seriously injured in their team.

The other one is good to say, Song Ming is already urgent, but even if they go out now, it may be too late.

"Qiantong, is there a way to temporarily save his life?" Mo Xian asked.

"Yes, but it is only temporary. If there is no way to treat him, he will still die." Yin Qiantong paused, and continued: "Also, even if he is saved by luck, he may not be able to wake up."

Hearing this, everyone's expressions sank.

In other words, if you are lucky enough to save your life, you may only be able to live your whole life in your sleep.

This is undoubtedly too cruel for anyone.

"Brothers, what do you think?" Mo Xian couldn't make up his mind for a while, so he could only ask for everyone's opinions.

"Save, must be saved, it's better to live than to die." Without any hesitation, all the disciples of the Northern Wilderness Palace touched their red eyes.

Mo Xian nodded to Yin Qiantong, and Yin Qiantong didn't say anything, but took out his long sword.

Ordinary methods are naturally not enough. What she has to do is to cut off the key parts of Song Ming's body, delay the final spread of the poison, and prolong his life.

Among them, there are several very important main meridians, which is equivalent to deliberately destroying the meridians of Song and Ming Dynasties.

Of course, Yin Qiantong acted with discretion, trying to minimize the damage.

But it can only be done as much as possible, as for the final result, she is not sure.

It seemed that they had expected something, and everyone turned their heads a little bit unbearably.

Immediately afterwards, Yin Qiantong waved the long sword in his hand.

The continuous sword shadow stretched across the city, leaving small scars all over Song Ming's body.

"what!"

Song Ming, who had fallen into a deep coma, suddenly trembled violently, and the screams echoed continuously in the ancient temple, appearing extremely shrill.

From this, it can be seen what kind of pain he is enduring.

After a moment, Yin Qiantong withdrew his long sword.

Although Song Ming's body was still lying on the ground, he held a very strange posture.

Immediately afterwards, as if he had lost all his strength, he collapsed limply.

It can be clearly seen that the powerful energy in his body is leaking out along those wounds, but his life is temporarily saved.

"Tsk tsk, it's really miserable. I want to thank you all. If he died directly, there would be no pain." Qi Chen had been watching the audience coldly. Seeing Song Ming suffer, he only felt extremely happy.

He could tell that all the meridians in Qi Chen's body had been crippled, even if he survived, he would be a crippled person, which would be more painful for a martial artist than dying directly.

"How to deal with them?" The burly man in armor stared at Mo Xian jokingly. Now that the captain of the Northern Wilderness Palace has been abolished, they have nothing to fear.

"How to solve it?" Qi Chen seemed very interested in this question, after a pause, he continued: "Forget it, since you guys have helped me think of such a good solution, I will give you a chance, now you can leave .”

"Go?" Mo Xian sneered and said, "Of course we will go, but shouldn't we settle our accounts first?"

As the captain, he certainly couldn't back down at this moment.

"Boy, don't seek your own death!" The armored man roared angrily, pointing at Mo Xian with the saber in his hand.

Just now he almost cut Mo Xian in half with a single knife, and his self-confidence was unprecedentedly inflated.

"Get out!" Mo Xian's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he punched out in the air.

Feeling the powerful force, the pupils of the armored man suddenly shrank.

If it wasn't because Mo Xian was poisoned, he wouldn't dare to be so arrogant, but after a few contacts, he found that he didn't look like he was poisoned at all.

(End of this chapter)