Chapter 269 The Battle of Yirong

Yirong is like a god of killing. There are constantly thin-waisted wasps flying over and constantly being pierced by Yi Rong's long sword and falling to the ground.

It's just a sword, which pierces the weakness of the thin-waisted wasp, and that sword pierces the thin waist of the thin-waisted wasp and destroys their central nerves.

The thin-waisted wasp fell to the ground and struggled, but it could no longer fly, or even move its thin legs at will.

A nest has hundreds of thin-waisted wasps. Yi Rong knows that he has fallen into it. He can't get out of it. As long as he has a little idea of leaving, these guys who have lost their companions will flock up, completely annihilate him, and corrode him into a pile with the thorns on his buttocks. Mud.

Therefore, Yi Rong would not shrink back. The long sword in his hand waved, and the fierce purple combat power on it kept beating. Yi Rong carved a circle of spells around him with purple combat power, limiting the invasion of thin-waisted wasps. With the power of the five elements, he carefully maintained his abdomen and back.

This is a tug-of-war, a competition between Yi Rong's combat effectiveness and the number of thin-waisted wasps.

In front of Yirong, there have piled up thin-waisted wasps with a hill height, and a one-meter-long thin-waisted wasps constantly struggling, but some companions kept falling down and pressing on them.

Yi Rong mechanically did this, looking effortless, but each stab consumed a lot of his combat power.

Because Se Xian got a lot of good herbs, all of them refined a lot of elixir. At this time, Yirong relies on these to support.

Yirong has been able to feel that his meridians have begun to **, which is caused by the consumption of too much combat power.

Those elixirs can only moisten the meridians. Yi Rong's face is pale, and he is now almost supported by perseverance.

There are thousands of thin-waisted wasps that died at his feet, but there are still thin-waisted wasps constantly approaching.

"Have you reached the limit?" Yi Rong took a deep breath.

He thought of Leng Yan, the man who had been engraved in his heart since he first saw Peiyun Town.

Yi Rong was able to become the holy son of the vast alliance step by step. He stepped on everyone's corpses, but in the face of the cold flame, his heart was soft, as if he had been doomed in his previous life.

It's a feeling of being willing to do anything for her, and it's a feeling of wanting to guard her.

Yi Rong smiled with a smile on the corners of his mouth. He was still standing there, but he could hardly support his body because he had almost exhausted his last combat power. The long sword was still in his hand, but he could feel that his arm had begun to lose strength.

It's just that you still can't give up!

A cold light flashed in Yi Rong's eyes. At this time, he could already feel that the number of thin-waisted wasps was not much, or there were only a few dozen left.

He took a step forward. Although Yi Rong had been defending well, he was inevitably stabbed, and there were black blood stains on his white shirt.

Even if he has eaten the detoxification pills refined by Sexian, the strong corrosion of the bee thorn still makes him feel the passage of life.

Every time Yi Rong takes a step forward, he has to pay a certain price. The bodies of the thin-waisted wasps in front of him are piled up like mountains. He stepped on the thin-waisted wasps that were still struggling, making a creaking sound under his feet, which led to the flying thin-waisted wasps to attack crazily. .

But Yi Rong was not afraid at this time. His goal was the queen bee in the nest!

The queen bee, the master of a swarm, is also the gatherer of the collective wisdom of the whole thin-waisted wasp.

As long as the queen bee is killed, these thin-waisted wasps will definitely be in chaos and then completely disappear into the fog.

At the beginning, there were too many thin-waisted wasps around. Yi Rong could be buried if there was a slight abnormal movement, but now, the thin-waisted wasp was almost killed, so he could walk towards the nest.

But even so, Yi Rong was stabbed several times.

In particular, the injury on the shoulder was the most serious. Almost half of the shoulder was numb and could not move. Yi Rong had no choice but to change his left hand.

The thin-waisted wasp obviously understood Yi Rong's intention and attacked crazily, but Yi Rong's sword was unusually calm, one after another, just the rhythm of moths!

You can already see the nest of the thin-waisted wasp.

It is towering and huge. You should know that this is the nest of a thin-waisted wasp that lives thousands of meters long. It is natural that it is so huge.

It's just that Yirong didn't expect it to be so high!

And in a place like the fog forest, the thin-waisted wasp actually circled a place. The fog in this place was completely absorbed, and the air was very clear, and even the sun came in.

Yi Rong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up, but it happened that a thin-waisted wasp with no long eyes attacked. Yirong's sword was a little, and the thin-waisted wasp fell from the air and struggled under Yirong's feet!

"Human! You are going to die!"

A charming but majestic voice came. Obviously, this was the queen bee.

"I'm here to kill you!" Yi Rong said calmly. At this time, he was already in pain all over, but he was still patient. He held the sword in his hand. At this time, because the sword had killed too many thin waist wasps, no matter how high the level was, it had now been corrupted into black.

But it is this long sword. It seems to be at the end of the strong crossbow, but it is still standing like Yi Rong.

The original level of this long sword is not enough to recognize the master, but after this battle, it has obviously evolved and agreed with Yi Rong, so it has such a strong potential.

Yi Rong looked at the long sword in his hand, and he thought of the cold flame.

Yan, I still hope to accompany you on the next road!

Yi Rong thought so in his heart that the corroded sword like a black burning stick in his hand suddenly burst into a brilliance.

At this time, the cold flame that she had been looking for only felt a pain in her heart. She looked in a direction with her feelings. She could feel that it was there, where there was something that made her heart hurt.

"Bai Ling!" The cold flame called.

Bai Ling's split swarmed down and went in the direction of the cold flame point.

The fog is still the fog, but the uneasiness in my heart is more and more obvious.

With her own feeling, Leng Yan kept moving forward. The more forward she went, the pain was obvious. When she walked to the body of the mountain-waist bee, Leng Yan's face instantly turned pale.

The cold flame accelerated her pace. When she broke into the lair of the thin-waisted wasp that shielded the fog, she saw the destroyed hive, a dead big fat worm...

There is also Yi Rong who fell to the ground.

Leng Yan lifted Yi Rong from the ground, but saw a smile on the corners of Yi Rong's mouth, which was all over his body.

Yi Rong's face is very pale, and his body can almost be described as Qiancang Baikong, but fortunately, he is still alive.

Leng Yan takes out all the elixir that can be taken out on his body, whether it is antidote elixir, hemostatic elixir, return elixir, spiritual strength, combat strength...

But Yi Rong's mouth was tightly closed, and the cold flame was sweating all over.

Finally, Leng Yan took out a pot of water from the Ring of Life, swallowed it, then stuffed the elixir into his mouth, and crossed the elixir mouth to mouth.

Looking at Yi Rong's face slowly softened, Leng Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

But Leng Yan soon felt something wrong again. Her mental strength was very amazing, and there was no fog around the beehive, and Yi Rong is now unconscious and can be said to be defenseless, so Leng Yan's spiritual power easily entered Yi Rong's body.

This was the first time that Leng Yan released his spiritual power into someone else's body. Yi Rong was seriously injured and his mental strength was also limited, so his spiritual power was just a symbolic resistance, and he was driven to the side by Leng Yan's spiritual power and did not dare to move.

Leng Yan immediately found that there was something wrong with Yirong's meridians.

Yirong's meridians are like a damaged sponge. Even if the cold flame feeds Yi Rong's elixir to supplement his combat strength, these elixirs are just a drop in the bucket, penetrate into the damaged meridians, and immediately disappear.

If the meridians are broken, it means that this person can't practice the spirit. Cold flame tears flowed out.

Yi Rong is the son of the vast alliance, a popular figure in the vast continent, and the first talented teenager.

But now his meridians have become like this because of the battle. Maybe he can't practice spirits in the future.

More importantly, all this is because of the cold flame.

Leng Yan's heart was cut like a knife. She hugged Yi Rong's body tightly and began to tremble a little. Tears slid down her cheeks like broken beads.

"No, you'll be fine!" As Leng Yan spoke, she wiped her tears, but she still couldn't stop tears sliding down her cheeks, and some even fell on Yi Rong's face and neck.

Yi Rong was still lying there, very calm and calm. If it hadn't been for his pale face, weak breathing, and wounds everywhere, he could almost be regarded as if he was just asleep.

Leng Yan took off Yi Rong's white coat, hesitated for a moment, and also took off his underwear.

At this time, Leng Yan saw the skin on Yi Rong's body...

Except for what has just been left by the battle with the thin-waisted wasp, the body is covered with scars.

Although there are many drugs to remove scars in the vast continent, just like a string given to Lan Zhonghao, these on Yi Rong's body cannot be removed with drugs!

These are all vow scars!

This is a blood oath that needs to swear with blood, but the wound left will leave a mark, which is the oath scar.

Yi Rong, what have you experienced! Leng Yan hugged Yi Rong's body, and she was already crying!

"Why, why do you torture yourself so much!" Leng Yan was secretly angry with Yi Rong, but what's the status of her to talk about him?

Leng Yan touched Yi Rong's handsome face and whispered, "Yi Rong, you must be fine!"