Stab!

The blood arrow penetrated Song Wuxian's palm, bringing up a stream of blood.

At the same time, Song Wuxian's pierced palm also fell on Lu Hao's chest.

Phew!

Lu Hao vomited blood, flew backwards, and hit the mountain wall heavily.

"You lost." Song Wuxian was indifferent, not even looking at the pierced palm.

"You can't win either." Lu Hao smiled.

Song Wuxian frowned, and suddenly, an extremely fierce attack fell on his back.

"Song Wuxian, you forgot about me." Jiang Wushou appeared behind Song Wuxian at some point, and his palm, a blood red color, was stamped hard on Song Wuxian's back.

"Spirit-Tearing Hand!"

Song Wuxian's body trembled, and then, a tearing pain burst out of his body. He screamed, and as the spiritual energy exploded from his chest, he spurted out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

Jiang Wu held up the unconscious Yang Ning and placed him next to Lu Hao. He grinned: "Haozi, it seems that you have to look at me at the critical moment."

Lu Hao twitched his lips.

"Okay, you are all injured, so their target will not be on you anymore." Jiang Wushou said.

Lu Hao looked at him deeply and said in a deep voice: "Be careful, if it doesn't work, just crush Lan Yu. Su Hun will take revenge on us in the future."

Does he know what Jiang Wushou is going to do?

Jiang Wushou and Yang Ning were only in the early stages of joining spirits and could not participate in the battle in the later stages of joining spirits. If they did so forcefully, there would be a risk of falling.

Now that he was seriously injured and unable to shoot arrows, and Yang Ning was also unconscious, Jiang Wushou could not watch his companions fighting hard without taking action himself.
Chapter completed!