Chen Xuan didn't move. He waved his hand and stopped everyone's restlessness.
He looked up and said,
"Little brother, did you bring any wine? I want the strong kind that can disinfect."
Swoosh!
The bottle fell to the ground and made a pose. He threw the wine bottle in his hand to Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan first pulled out the cork and took a whiff, then nodded.
It was indeed hard liquor.
Then, he walked up to Ah Ning.
"I said, don't pretend. I know you can sense what I'm saying, so I'll be straight to the point.”
"I'm going to disinfect you and take out the big corpse turtle from your body.
The process will be a little painful. If you can bear it, then bear it. If you can't bear it, then bear it.”
Without caring whether Ah Ning would agree or not, he tore the piece of clothing covering the wound on his stomach.
The strong wine was poured directly up.
The moment the wine touched the wound, it was obvious that the wound was curling inward.
The sizzling sound was like roasted meat. Even the fatty beside him could not help but clench his teeth.
Looking at Ah Ning, who was gritting her teeth and not making a sound, Chen Xuan's eyes revealed a hint of admiration.
After all, there were not many men who could endure this kind of pain, but Ah Ning in front of him did not make a sound.
"I'm going to cut my flesh."
Chen Xuan reminded as he spun the Dragon Scale Saber in his hand.
Ning didn't know when this corpse turtle had attached itself to his body.
Looking at the size of this corpse turtle, it probably ate a lot of meat.
The entire mouthpart was attached to the side of Ah Ning's wound, sucking blood greedily.
Chen Xuan's blade pierced through his skin and he turned the blade in his hand.
He dug out the piece of meat, including the corpse turtle.
The young man next to him reacted quickly and his black gold saber flashed.
The corpse turtle didn't even have time to struggle before it split into four pieces.
"Wu Xie, water."
After Chen Xuan treated his wound, he asked Wu Xie for a water bag.
He pinched Ah Ning's mouth hard and gulped it down.
Ah Ning greedily drank the water in the water bag, and only then did he regain some of his spirit.
He opened his eyes and glanced at the crowd, unwilling to speak.
Just as Fatty was about to scold them for not knowing what was good for them, a few hurried footsteps came from the passage above them.
His voice was extremely heavy.
With a few low roars, everyone realized that something was wrong.
Wu Xie looked up.
A few scarlet eyes suddenly flashed across the pitch-black hole.
Roar!
A bone-cracking sound came from above, followed by the sound of dumplings being thrown into the pot.
The bloody corpse fell to the ground.
There were seven or eight of them.
Fatty directly threw the coffin lid out.
These bloody corpses were completely immune to such attacks.
Boom!
The coffin lid was sent flying.
The bloody corpses shook their heads and stood up, seeming to become even more violent.
He stared at Fatty with a hooked gaze.
"F * ck, God, save me!" Fatty shouted.”
Chen Xuan had just finished treating Ah Ning's injuries.
After hearing Fatty's cry for help, he rolled his eyes.
What the hell is this?
In the blink of an eye, seven or eight blood corpses roared and stared at everyone.
Muffled Oil Bottle pulled out her black-gold saber and clenched her fists tightly.
He turned around and shouted at the crowd,
"Don't just stand there!"
However, there were already two injured people in the team. If they wanted to run, they could not.
Moreover, Ah Ning's current situation hadn't been explained yet, so he definitely wasn't willing to go with everyone.
Pan Zi stood in front with a crowbar, his face pale.
"F * ck, let's fight it out with them."
If it was a 1v1, the stuffy oil bottle might be able to fool these bloody corpses.
Even Pan Zi was very experienced in dealing with this thing.
After all, although ordinary bloody corpses were strong in combat, they were generally mentally unstable.
He didn't have much consciousness, so he could settle it with just a little attention.
However, eight of them came like dumplings.
Who wouldn't have a headache?
Chen Xuan did not have a headache.
Eight bloody corpses would be eight thousand points.
With this, he should be able to get his hands on the famous knife.
"Pan Zi, little brother, give me your knives.
I'll let you see what the Three Blade Style is.”
Chen Xuan revealed an excited smile and slowly said.
Ever since he mastered Sauron's ability, Chen Xuan had yet to use the Three Blade Stream.
Now that he was facing eight blood corpses, he could use it to broaden Wu Xie and the others 'horizons.
"Three Blade Stream? Is there such a sect?"
Hearing Chen Xuan's words, Wu Xie was puzzled.
He had heard of the Two Blade Style, but he had never heard of the Three Blade Style.
The Three Blade Style required three blades, right?
How could a person hold three knives with two hands?
Wu Xie couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose three blades.
"Brother Chen, are you bragging? How can a person use three knives?”
Fatty had a look of disbelief. He really couldn't imagine the Three Blade Style.
Even though Men You Ping and Pan Zi were surprised, they still handed the knife to Chen Xuan.
Even if Chen Xuan couldn't use the Three Blade Stream, it shouldn't be a problem for him to deal with these eight bloody corpses.
Chen Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the eight bloody corpses that were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. His eyes became sharp.
"You're courting death."
At the same time, he said to everyone,
"Open all the coffins."
Muffled Oil Bottle stopped confronting him.
He knew very well that Chen Xuan's combat strength was extremely valiant. Naturally, he would be able to resolve this situation.
Therefore, he did as Chen Xuan said.
Pan Zi, Fatty, and Wu Xie's hands were even more numb.
Soon, all the coffins were opened.
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