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Chapter 1977

"I can handle it, you go and save her."

Di Kongxuan nodded and jumped out of the crowd.

The puppets turned their heads to block him, Yue Rushuang's silver spiritual power jumped, and her voice sounded like a ghost: "Your opponent is me."

Bai Taixuan pinched Duan Muyi's neck and bumped her against the wall, the wound on her chest still hasn't healed, after being hit and bumped like this, the wound got bigger and bigger.

The candlestick in his hand could no longer be held, fell to the ground and rolled away.

Duanmuyi was about to suffocate, his eyes were dim, and he saw Dikongxuan slapping Bai Taixuan's back, actually burning his own cultivation to deliver a fatal blow.

Bai Taixuan turned around to catch it, but failed to catch it, the palm landed on his chest, smashing him to the corner.

Di Kongxuan half-knelt down and hugged Duanmuyi who was covered in blood.

Her body was full of injuries, and she couldn't find a good place for a while.

This kind of her made Di Kongxuan immediately think of her he saw in the Duanmu family back then.The same embarrassment, the same bravado.

Bai Taixuan lay on the ground and coughed twice.

Di Kongxuan's blow really exceeded expectations, and he failed to catch it, but Dikongxuan would also lose his fighting power, which was clearly a way to injure the enemy eight hundred and himself a thousand.

He sneered, no one can stop him now.

The purest blood is his—

He paused when he got up, and looked down.

The sharp horns of the candelabra pierced his chest.

Time seemed to stand still.

Di Kongxuan and Duanmuyi looked up in astonishment, but saw behind Bai Taixuan, the young man let go of his hands in a panic, and took half a step back.

He guessed something when he took the candlestick from Duanmuyi, and while Yu Tingsong and Mo Lange were not paying attention, he ran back by himself and saw the scene where Duanmuyi stabbed Taixuan with the candlestick.

So he picked up the candlestick and finished what his mother hadn't done.

Bai Taixuan turned his head, saw him, and suddenly smiled again.

Laugh viciously.

"I didn't expect to be defeated by you...In that case, you can die with me!"

Bai Taixuan snarled, pulled out all the spiritual energy in his body, and slapped Di Zhao on the top of his head.

With this blow, he will undoubtedly die.

"No, Zhao'er!" Duanmuyi struggled to get up, shouting heart-piercingly.

Di Kongxuan had already rushed over.

And in the next second, the palm had already fallen lightly, and landed on the back of one person.

Di Zhao felt hot liquid falling on his face and neck.

Reluctantly, he raised his hand to wipe it, opened his eyes, and froze.

Mo Lange stood in front of him, his soft and small body was still exuding residual heat, his eyes were shining with stars, and he also had infinite regret and unwillingness.

In fact, she is still so young and so young, with surprisingly good talent, she must have a future with infinite possibilities.

But it seems like it's over here.

Her eyes fell on Di Zhao's face, she bent her eyes, and laughed wildly and weakly.

"Little trash..."

you are mine.

But you are no longer mine...

……

Bai Taixuan died, and once he died, the puppets refined and controlled by him were useless, and the people of the seven major tribes quickly gained the upper hand in this counterattack.

But Di Tian was still alive.

He escaped Jiang Xin's attack that time. He originally wanted to chase, but received an urgent message from the Baicao Clan, so he gave up chasing and went back to the Baicao Clan first.

"Since he woke up that day, he has been like this..." Duanmu Yi was obviously still weak, but he stood at the door of the room with distress and helplessness on his face.

(End of this chapter)