About ten minutes later, at a corner in the depths of the labyrinth, Jiang Cheng, the "Ancient School" Great Head Descending Master, sat there, blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth, his breath was weak, and his face was gray. Not far from him, two people fell to the ground, one of them lost his left upper arm, it was Najib's big head lowering master Wu Song, and the other was Jiang Cheng's companion, the more short-tempered "ancient school" big head lowering master. Both of them were motionless, without the breath of life, and they were already two corpses.

Although Jiang Cheng still has a breath of air, the situation is not optimistic. He didn't even have the strength to signal for help from his fellow doormen.

After a moment, Jiang Cheng seemed to have regained a little spirit, and was about to make a move, when he suddenly stopped again, raised his head suddenly, and looked towards the end of the passage formed between the two high walls, his face full of shock.

On the other side of the passage, I don't know when, two figures appeared, backlit, unable to see their faces clearly, barely distinguishable, as if they were a man and a woman, walking towards him slowly, as if walking in his own courtyard, without any impatience.

"Who?"

Jiang Cheng struggled to sit up straight and shouted, a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

No matter how you look at it, neither of these two looks like people from the manor. Even the garrisons of Modove Manor are not allowed to approach this labyrinth. In addition to a few of their big head descenders, only a few or so junior head descenders have obtained such a "privilege". Each of these dozen or so junior head lowerers knows Jiang Cheng, and seeing that he is seriously injured here, he will definitely rush up to the rescue, and it is definitely not like this strolling, so that he can take a good time.

"Master Jiang Cheng!"

It's close. Sure enough, it was a man and a woman, the young man at the beginning. Elegant in appearance and extraordinary in atmosphere. At first glance, it is not an indigenous person, but a Chinese. Slowly came to his side and stood still not far away, and greeted him indifferently.

Although Jiang Cheng is not proficient in Chinese, he can barely understand it, and ordinary conversation is not a problem. This seems to be the habit of the natives of Luojia City, who hate the superiority of the Chinese while consciously or unconsciously trying to learn from the Chinese.

Including their language, that is also a means of expressing one's own superior human status.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Cheng's heart was the same as his face. Sink to the bottom.

This situation is really weird enough. On such a dark and windy night, in the core area of Modove Manor, two Chinese suddenly appeared in the labyrinth and appeared in front of him. In Jiang Cheng's heart, he didn't even think about such a situation. Although the Chinese in Luojia City are "superior races", they have no status at all in the Descending Realm.

So many years. The only Chinese who have really entered the Mogu Manor as an equal is Fan Ying, the Chinese disciple of Senior Brother Yi. And it was only by dedicating various materials to the manor that he was able to enter the outer city of the manor.

In the inner city, even he is not qualified to step into half a step. Not to mention this back garden.

"My surname is Xiao, Xiao Fan. From Huaxia Kingdom. ”

Xiao Fan's tone was still calm and indifferent.

Jiang Cheng was even more taken aback and exclaimed, "From Huaxia Country? You're not a Chinese from Rakha City? ”

Although it is now the information age. But Huaxia is still so far away for Jiang Cheng. Never think again. One day, there will be a "guest" of Huaxia Kingdom. Go deep into the heart of the Modoe Manor.

Xiao Fan smiled lightly.

Jiang Cheng deserved to be a disciple of Mo Gu in the end, and the famous Great Head Descending Master of the "Bugu School" quickly regained his composure and asked vigilantly: "Mr. Xiao, may I ask what you are doing in our manor in the middle of the night?" Are you also a Najib'? ”

To tell the truth, those who dare to directly attack Modoe Manor are really rare in Danman Country, and only an old faction like the "Najib faction" dares to make such a crazy move. Jiang Cheng was vigilant, but he really couldn't imagine that a Chinese from Huaxia Country, who traveled far and wide to come here, naturally classified Xiao Fan as the camp of the "Najib faction".

It should be said that Jiang Cheng's speculation is basically not outrageous.

At least for now, Xiao Fan and the "Najib faction" can be regarded as allies.

Although Sunan is working hard with Mo Gu at the moment, Xiao Zhenren left them and went directly to Mo Gu Manor to fight the idea of "Red Flame Grass", which seems to be against the way of friends. However, if he can really pick up the "Red Flame Grass", he will definitely do Sunan and the "Najib faction" a great favor, Sunan can turn around and leave, and no longer have to stay in the land of Luojia City, waiting for Mo Gu to kill him.

"Master Jiang Cheng must think so, and it is not wrong. However, I have no intention of killing. If Master Jiang Cheng can cooperate with me, maybe he can stop bleeding. ”

Xiao Fan said slowly.

Jiang Cheng sneered and said, "Mr. Xiao has such a big breath. What do you think this is? ”

Now that you're here, it's a question whether you'll be able to get out of the manor alive, but you're here to talk nonsense and say "undoubtedly killing"? When the Manor of the Dove is inhabited by dead people?

Ji Qingsha smiled lightly and took over the conversation: "Master Jiang Cheng, no matter what place this is, at least we have to take your life now, it's as easy as a snap." So, please cooperate and don't force us to kill people. ”

Usually the big head descender is very arrogant, and to deal with the arrogant guy, you have to knock off his self-esteem first.

"Really? Do you really think so? Hey hey ......"

Jiang Cheng sneered again and again, and with this time of speaking, the energy in his body that had almost been exhausted was recovering little by little. These two Chinese from distant countries must have equated the head descender with ordinary people. They will never be able to understand how terrifying a true head descending master is, and how strong his vitality and explosive power are. Even just now, it was difficult for Jiang Cheng to even move a finger, and it was still easy to deal with a sturdy ordinary man.

Jiang Cheng didn't want to talk nonsense with these two guys now, he just wanted to kill them directly, so that he could retreat and heal as soon as possible.

Wu Chung is worthy of being one of the strongest head lowering divisions of the "Najib faction", after being seriously injured, he still fought with them to the end, if he wasn't lucky, I'm afraid that there would be not two corpses but three corpses lying here.

Jiang Cheng hadn't had time to carefully examine his injuries, but they were definitely very heavy. Even the divine soul has been hit hard, especially his natal spirit pet, which has no reaction to his summoning at all, and without a long period of recuperation, I am afraid that he will not be able to recover. But there were two Chinese who didn't know the height of the sky, and they were entangled here.

Jiang Cheng couldn't afford to waste this time.

As soon as the wrist of the big head descender flipped, a black lacquer and strangely shaped magic weapon appeared in his hand, and at the same time, his eyes were slightly closed, his left hand was pinched, and there were words in his mouth, so he was about to sacrifice a killer weapon to kill these two inexplicable guys in one fell swoop, and let them be a pair of fools.

Xiao Fan shook his head lightly, sighed, raised his palm, and pressed forward with a fluttering palm.

The surrounding heaven and earth vitality suddenly tumbled.

Jiang Cheng's head descending master only felt that in an instant, a huge force that was so great that it was overwhelmingly suppressed suddenly, like the waves of the sea, suddenly enveloping him. The little energy that had just been condensed suddenly dissipated completely. The bones of the whole body are even more oppressed and gurgling, not to mention the pinching method, even lifting a little finger, it becomes extremely difficult, and every inch of skin on the whole body can feel the powerful and incomparable suppressive force.

Completely irresistible.

Jiang Cheng opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound.

What especially frightened Jiang Cheng was that the huge force not only oppressed his body, he couldn't move, but it was even penetrating through his skin, little by little into his body, and soon all over his limbs, every meridian in his body was pressed to a screech.

The natal spirit pet, which had not reacted to his summoning in the slightest, also woke up in an instant, trying his best to break free from the oppression of this huge force, but he only writhed, and then exhausted the last bit of strength, stiffened, and could no longer move for half a minute, completely falling into a coma.

Jiang Cheng could clearly feel that the huge force was surging, surrounding his natal spirit pet.

This is Xiao Fan's subordinates showing mercy, and at the same time warning him. As long as Xiao Fan is willing, he can kill his natal spirit pet at any time. For any head descender, the killing of the natal spirit pet means the complete end of his life.

Even his master, Master Modo, is no exception.

Jiang Cheng is still desperately holding on.

The next moment, Jiang Cheng only felt that the huge force suddenly turned, and the tide retreated from his body.

"Ah......h

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but scream, suffocating out a stream of turbid air held in his chest, and taking in a long breath of fresh air. If that huge force was suppressed any longer, Jiang Cheng suspected that he would not be able to bear it and would explode and die.

However, immediately after, Jiang Cheng sensed that something was wrong.

His chest was empty.

The natal spirit pet that was originally nestled on his chest and warmed by his body temperature, a small black-backed snake less than a foot long, also left his side with the huge force that receded like a tide.

Jiang Cheng looked up suddenly, only to see that the natal spirit pet was already in Xiao Fan's hand, still coiled in a ball, curled up in Xiao Fan's palm.

Xiao Fan looked at the stiff little snake with interest, as if he was looking at an interesting pet, and even had a faint smile on his face.

A biting cold, all of a sudden, Jiang Cheng's limbs and hundreds of remains, as if he had fallen into the abyss at once, and was frozen into an ice lump by the cold from hell.

Xiao Fan held his natal spirit pet, which was equivalent to holding his life.

This Chinese from a distant and foreign country not only has unfathomable skills, but is even proficient in the first qiē of the head lowering master, and he can be obedient as soon as he makes a move, and there is no room for struggle.

Of course, if Jiang Cheng was not seriously injured in the front, then no matter how strong Xiao Fan was, he would also be confident that he would have the strength to fight.

But now, ......

"Master Jiang Cheng, I think we can have a good talk." (To be continued......)