The light cluster of He Jie's palm magic array lit up, and there were spatial fluctuations around Angel, and the spatial connection between the two places had almost been opened, and she only needed to press her palms to teleport over. But when she saw Chen Xuanzhi, she was ruthless, put away her mind of teleporting, and turned around.

Even if it is nine deaths, she is willing to save Angel, but now that she is dead, she can only choose to leave by herself, and there is no need to lose one more life.

In this war, the Teal civilization lost.

It's not that she He Jie didn't fight hard, it's not that everyone didn't do their best, but the general trend is like this. Even if it is a monk of the Saint Realm, in the face of the torrent like a tide, he is just an ant and a duckweed, how can he change his life against the sky with his own strength?

At the same time, the battle between Zhou Bashan and Cervantes also fell into a desperate situation.

The two of them were besieged by seven Saint Realm Heavenly Demons, and the space they could move and transfer was extremely small, but the pressure they were under was very great. Among them, Zhou Bashan was the main attacker, and Cervantes was the main defense, and the two cooperated with each other, but they did not fall immediately, if it was an ordinary time, they dragged the seven saints in the realm, it was not too much of a problem, and they could support it for a while.

But there must be a premise, that is, He Jie uses magic to bless them with offensive and defensive forces, and now, after He Jie was attacked by Chen Xuanzhi and led by others, he was too busy to take care of himself, and he couldn't even protect Angel, so where could he support them?

Under the onslaught of the seven heavenly demons, the two of them were overstretched, not to mention that there were already a lot of wounds on their bodies, especially Zhou Bashan, whose aura was consumed too much, and his strength was already seriously insufficient. The two of them went from completely falling into a desperate situation, and they were about to be killed, but it was a matter of moments.

"What is He Jie, this scheming doing, why don't you ignore us?!" Zhou Bashan shouted angrily while fighting.

"She and Angel were in close proximity, they have been injured and knocked flying, and it is estimated that their lives are not guaranteed!" Cervantes told him to stop counting on others. After saying this, his eyes flickered.

In the current situation, the two of them have lost He Jie's support, and without Angel's light feathers to echo, it is impossible to defeat the opponent in front of them, maybe in the next breath, they will fall here.

But Cervantes didn't intend to die here. He can fight to the death, but he can't let himself die. And Zhou Bashan's aura is about to run out, even if he wants to get out, he is already beyond his strength, and death will be his only destination.

"But I'm different!" Cervantes was already good at defense, and although he was in a critical situation at the moment, his aura was still enough to explode once and then escape, relying on the protection of the Ten Thousand Mountains to protect his body, it was not impossible for him to break out of the encirclement.

The only problem is how to get rid of the pursuit after rushing out, he doesn't have much advantage in speed, and unlike He Jie, he has cultivated the life-saving escape magic circle into a spell that can be launched at any time.

"If you want to get out completely, there is only one way......" Cervantes's gaze fell on Zhou Bashan's back.

At this moment, he remembered the battle with the Heavenly Demon.

Before that unforgettable battle, he was an ordinary person in the blue civilization, and he had a good brother who worshipped his son, and if there was anything different, he was very erudite and excellent, and he was a famous scholar and poet on the planet.

When the Heavenly Demons attacked, the galaxy became a battlefield, and countless people died, he and his brother were called into the army to join the Azure Fleet to protect their homeland. At that time, he was full of blood and could fight to the death for the Azure civilization.

After a few

A life-and-death battle can be regarded as extremely lucky, he escaped death, the rest is king, became the deputy captain, and his brother is the official captain. Both of them are outstanding people, and they have good luck, and they should have a bright future. It's a pity that the blue government is losing and retreating, leaving them with no future to speak of.

In the final breakout battle, their battleship was abandoned by the brigade and became a presence that attracted firepower. They fought their way out of the siege, but the ship was badly damaged, and in order to give him a chance to survive, his brother pushed him into the escape pod, and he himself drove the ship back into the enemy group, and was buried in the fire.

After the war, when he returned to the Azure Civilization, he was held accountable for the defeat, because their broken fleet did not desperately block the Heavenly Demon Army, but thought about breaking through by itself, causing the main fleet to be caught up by the Heavenly Demons, and suffered heavy casualties.

Cervantes was thrown into prison for reform, and after decades of dark years, he came out destitute, ruined, and almost died of illness, and had he had not been chosen by the Wall-Facing Project, he would have met Hades.

"Everyone is an equal person, why do I have to die?" Cervantes flashed this resentful thought in his mind, "I fought hard for the blue civilization, why was I abandoned in the end?Why can't the person who survives be me, can't it be my brother?!"

He is usually indifferent, and he doesn't care much about anything, because he has been disappointed in the world, has no attachment to anything, and doesn't care about anything. Therefore, he can go with the flow without any burden, will not do anything out of line, disobey who is against whom, and will not compete for victory.

Now, he doesn't want to die.

Knowing that the opportunity is fleeting, and a moment of hesitation will lose the last chance to survive, the ruthless color in Cervantes' eyes flashed, and his palm was raised, and he slapped Zhou Bashan behind, wanting to beat him into the group of heavenly demons, attract the attention of the heavenly demons, and win a chance to get out for himself!

The moment He Jie was about to turn around, a black shadow flew out of the small teleportation array under his palm.

The circle has not yet been fully opened, and people cannot pass through, and there is a risk of falling halfway.

The black shadow that flew out was not a human either.

It's Angel's puppeteer.

Catching a glimpse of this messy, unrecognizable puppet, He Jie's pupils shrank suddenly.

At the same time, the light of the circle shattered.

It wasn't that He Jie canceled the magic circle, although she wanted to do it, but it would take a little time for the magic circle to be launched and put away, although it was only for a moment, but it was before this moment that the magic circle was broken.

It was vandalized.

To be able to send the puppet over and destroy the magic circle in such a short period of time can only be Angel, who has been training and fighting side by side with He Jie for a long time, and knows her methods very well.

He Jie heard Angel's scream on the wrist terminal: "Old aunt, don't come over, take 'Duland' away......"

Before Angel finished speaking, she snorted, He Jie stiffened, looked up with wide eyes, and saw that Angel had been punched away by Chen Xuanyi, and her body floated, weak, thin as catkins, lonely as a fallen leaf.

Angel's voice on the terminal suddenly became extremely weak: "Take care of it for me...... Thank you for protecting ......."

He Jie's eyes were suddenly scarlet as blood, tears came out of her eyes, and her body trembled like a sieve.

No one can appreciate this moment inside her

The heart shook so strongly.

Angel didn't notice that He Jie took the initiative to break away, and thought that He Jie was knocked away, what she remembered was that He Jie was injured in order to protect her, and was beaten by the heavenly demon to vomit blood and fly out. So she said thank you.

Knowing that she would die, she noticed that He Jie had launched a small teleportation array, so she did not hesitate to throw away her most valued companion, the puppet, and decisively destroyed the teleportation circle to prevent He Jie from going to die.

In such a fierce battle, the little girl didn't think too much, she didn't notice He Jie's careful thoughts, but just made judgments and choices based on the intuition formed after a period of getting along.

Although she has the cultivation of the saint realm, although she is violent, she is still a little simple after all.

"This stupid...... Child!" He Jie roared sharply, as terrible as a cuckoo crying blood, at this moment, her whole body exploded with aura, her robe swayed like the wind, and her face was as hideous as a beast.

The light in the palm of her hand flashed, and she pressed down suddenly, and a small teleportation array was formed in an instant, and her figure flashed in place, and when she reappeared, she was already behind Angel, who was flying upside down. Reaching out to catch Angel, she reached out a hand and summoned a thick light shield to wrap the two of them tightly.

Chen Xuanzhi, who was chasing and wanted to kill Angel, slashed his sword on the light mask.

Angel looked at He Jie, who was in tears, and muttered incredibly: "Old aunt, why did you go back ......?"

The golden body shield was shattered by Chen Xuanyi's sword, and the spiritual tide that broke out was like a wave, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes, and it also reflected He Jie's pale face like a fairy like a Buddha, with a strange divine brilliance, she gritted her teeth and said: "The old lady has regretted dying, but now ...... Die and die!"

Chen Xuanzhi's sword came to face in an instant.

Angel showed a warm smile, indescribable satisfaction, like a sick child sleeping in his mother's arms. She closed her eyes in peace of mind, ready for her own death.

She didn't die.

He Jie didn't die either.

Chen Xuanzhi's sword did not fall on the two of them.

Its sword-wielding arm flew up, blood gushing from its shoulder.

In the miserable screams, He Jie and Angel turned their heads together, and what they saw was Chen Xuanzhi who was holding his shoulders and retreating, and a back figure holding a sword in front of them.

The man's hair was scattered, his robe was torn in many places, and there were several bloody wounds on his shoulders and ribs, which made him look embarrassed. But at this time, this swordsman with a long body exuded an aura like an abyss, and in the eyes of He Jie and Angel, it was as majestic as Mount Tai.

The picture of this back only paused for a moment in the eyes of the two women, and the next moment, the opponent rushed out, his body was like an eagle, vigorous and vigorous, and his sword aura was like the moon.

"He was besieged by four Heavenly Demons, how did he break out of the encirclement and rush back in such a short period of time?" He Jie was surprised, as soon as the battle began, Chen Xuanzhi rushed over, the four Heavenly Demons joined forces, and they hadn't killed the two of them yet, Li Ye was able to return to the aid so quickly with one enemy and four enemies, which was really much beyond her expectations.

Angel had already stood up, stuffed a handful of pills into her mouth, and reached out to summon the puppet Durand.

As soon as Cervantes' hand was raised, Zhou Bashan, who was still shouting and fighting selflessly a moment ago, suddenly turned around, and when he was caught off guard, a palm slammed into his shoulder, knocking it far away.