As the man with white eyebrows recited the spell, a purple lightning suddenly fell, like a train, tearing apart the night sky and blasting towards the river.

"Hide!" Qing Manrong hurriedly spoke out to remind him.

However, Jiang Lai stood quietly in place, as if he had not heard it, motionless, and did not feel the approaching of threat.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Jiang Lai's body was instantly swallowed by lightning.

"Jianglai!"

Seeing this scene, Qing Manrong was shocked. Her fair face was completely blood-colored. She collapsed on the ground with her eyes dull, as if her soul was pulled away, leaving only an unconscious body.

Her sister died... Jiang Lai was also dead... I am afraid she could not escape death. If she had known this, she would not have run back to QZ City and should not have recognized her sister Hailiusha. If she hadn't attracted her strong enemy, so many things would have happened. Unfortunately... it would be too late to regret it now.

"My good sister, Jiang Lai, you wait for me, I'll be with you right away."

Qing Manrong slowly stood up and looked at the white-browed man not far away, with a cold expression and a determined look on his face.

At this time, the white-browed man seemed to have some senses, his eyes slowly turned to Qing Manrong, and he sneered: "Things that don't know the heights of the sky and the earth dare to fight me, and I deserve it. Qing Manrong, if you handed over the secret record earlier, why would you kill them both?"

"I said that even if I die, I will not give you the secret record." As he said that, Qing Manrong took out a dagger and put it on his snow-white neck. Seeing her actions, the white-eyed man was startled and shouted in a deep voice: "What are you doing?"

"If you really want a secret record, come to Huangquan to find me."

Hearing these resolute words, the white-browed man immediately realized something was wrong, and his expression changed. He shouted "Stop" and a talisman order broke through the air in an instant.

However, at this moment, a stream of energy condensed from mist suddenly shot out, hitting the talisman order and intercepting it halfway.

This sudden change immediately surprised the white-browed man and Qing Manrong. They turned their heads to look and saw a blurred figure slowly walking out of the gorgeous lightning. It was Jiang Lai who had just been hit by purple thunder.

"Jianglai?" Qing Manrong was slightly stunned, and two lines of clear tears burst out unconsciously, crying with joy, and unexpectedly he was still alive.

Looking at Jiang Lai approaching step by step, the white-browed man's pupils shrank slightly, with a hint of surprise and confusion. Among the talismans he had practiced, the Heavenly Thunder Curse was the most powerful, and almost no one could come out alive. However, although the young man in front of him was full of flesh and blood, his breath was not messy at all, which was really unbelievable.

Amidst shock and anger, Jiang Lai's cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "You are just like this, why not try mine." After the words came, Jiang Lai's eyes burst into light, his body jumped up, raised his arm high above the top, with a powerful aura, looking down on the world.

"Taiyi Eight Styles, Thunder Style!"

"boom!"

With his roar, a thunder suddenly came from around him, and the sound rolled, like a heavy hammer, hitting the heart of the white-browed man hard. In the blink of an eye, the latter's body trembled slightly, his face turned pale, and a salty smell spread from his throat, and he swallowed it back.

At this moment, there seemed to be a burning flame in Jianglai's dantian, the blood boiled, a powerful force filled the whole body, the blue veins on his arms were exposed, and the momentum was destroyed and he was moving forward.

The white-eyed man seemed to feel something. He looked up and saw that the fog was suddenly hazy around Jianglai, and the fierce fist power hit him. Wherever he passed, the energy burst and howling sounds were endless.

"Hmph!" He shouted coldly, suppressing the tumbling blood in his body, his eyes were cold, "I dare to be arrogant in front of me even the peak of internal strength, and seek death!"

call out!

With a wave of his hand, a talisman order flew out from his cuffs and shot towards the river.

Seeing the talisman coming towards him, Jiang Lai did not dodge or avoid, with a firm and unyielding look.

"Taiyi Eight Styles, Xuanwu Style."

In an instant, the mist surrounding him suddenly condensed, like a solid barrier, protecting him in it.

"boom!"

When the talisman touched Jiang Lai's body, a loud noise immediately broke out, and the fire splashed everywhere, swallowing him instantly. Seeing this scene, the corner of the white-eyed man's mouth raised slightly, and a disdainful sneer spread out.

However, his smile did not last long, and his eyes were completely stiff and he was filled with fear.

In the flames, a figure rushed towards him, and the steel fist pointed straight ahead, and rushed towards him in a blink of an eye, bombarding him with a fierce force. The power of this punch actually penetrated his body directly.

Looking at the cold face that was so close and covered in blood, the white-browed man widened his eyes, wriggled the corners of his lips, and his body slowly fell down.

At the same time, Jiang Lai staggered back two steps, his legs seemed unable to support his body, and fell to the ground with a "bang", unconscious.

"Jiang Lai?"

Qing Manrong changed her hair and hurriedly ran over, rushed to Jiang Lai's side, checking his injuries. At this moment, I don't know if it was because of overdrawing his physical strength, Jiang Lai's body twitched slightly, his face was pale, and he was as angry as if he might stop breathing at any time.

"what to do?"

Qing Manrong bit her thin lips tightly, and she was so anxious that she almost burst into tears.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, as if she had thought of something. She quickly picked up Jiang Lai's body and slowly moved him to an open space. Then, she hesitated for a moment, then moved a trace of sea sand that still had residual heat to Jiang Lai, and let the two of them lie side by side.

After everything was ready, Qing Manrong found a used container in the ruins of the factory, cut his fingers, and watched the blood flow out drop by drop. After a moment, she recalled the records in the secret record, and used blood as ink to draw them around the two of them.

Soon, a strange formation appeared around Jianglai and Hailiusha, with secret texts engraved on it.

As the formation was completed, Qing Manrong's face looked ugly due to excessive blood loss, as if even her strength was almost exhausted, and she staggered. She slowly walked to the side, collapsed on the ground, looked at the formation without any reaction, and unconsciously bit her thin lips, and prayed in her heart, hoping that God could give her a miracle.

At this moment, a cold wind blew gently, dark clouds covered the moon, and the sky and the earth were dimly eclipsed.

I don’t know how long it took, Qing Manrong felt that her consciousness was getting blurred and she was exhausted, and she was about to faint at any time. Suddenly, a hint of chill on her face. When she opened her eyes, it was drizzling in the night sky, washing away the remaining blood on the ground.

Inadvertently, a faint red light appeared in the corner of her eyes, as if it was from the location of Jianglai and Hailiusha.
Chapter completed!