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Chapter 4943 Toxin erosion (Part 1)

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    "Boss!" He heard Yu Wenhu calling him loudly, but his whole body felt as if someone had been thrown off a cliff. The weightlessness was so strong that his stomach suddenly retracted, and he felt nauseated.

    I don¡¯t know when my consciousness had drifted away from the sky. When I raised my eyes and settled down again, the forest in front of me was no longer in front of me.

    It was high mountains, flowing water, the heavy rain blowing through his throat, and the strong wind rolling up his sleeves, which made Lin Hao's whole body feel chilly. When he lowered his head and looked at his hands, he didn't know where the Dragon Yin Sword had gone.  His pale and skinny wrists were dazzlingly exposed outside his wet robe.

    There is a cliff under his feet, and half of Lin Hao's feet are hanging on the edge of the cliff. If he takes another half step back, he will fall into an abyss that cannot be seen.

    Illusion?  He wanted to find the answer in his confused and chaotic brain, but he couldn't figure out what he was going to do. He could only stare down at the dark abyss.

    No, that¡¯s not right, he thought stumblingly, is this poison?  Or is it the unique ability of monsters?  Sword, where is my Dragon Song Sword?

    The pair of pale hands touched around his waist, but it was empty there. There was no brocade bag embroidered with a picture of a bird holding plum blossoms, nor the dragon chanting sword that usually hung on the side, nor was it carried by him all the way.  Yu Wenhu.

    This made Lin Hao stop his movements, and his hands hung helplessly in the air. Before he could look around again, the cliff suddenly collapsed.

    Countless figures appeared out of thin air, fell down the cliff with him, and turned into a puff of white smoke halfway.

    Although he was riddled with toxins and couldn't get any energy out of his body, he was a man who had experienced many battles after all. Without even thinking about it, he quickly raised his hands and wanted to create a sword wind.

    Halfway through, when Lin Hao saw his empty hands, he remembered that he didn't have the Dragon Sword, so he had to use his fingers as blades and let the air flow out from his fingertips like arrows.

    But the white smoke seemed to be alive. It avoided those wind arrows and quickly wrapped around his body.

    It's obviously just an intangible white smoke, but the suffocating feeling wrapped around your body is like a delicate and cool python that tightens your waist, strangles your neck, and presses you down into the abyss.  .

    The air was squeezed out from Lin Hao's lungs, making his somewhat dazed face become more solemn. The spiritual power in his meridians began to circulate rapidly again, allowing him to release the body-protecting Qi one after another, and scattered it slightly.  Some throat smoke.

    This movement caused his throat, which was being suffocated and tortured, to feel like it was on fire, suddenly gain some slack, allowing his atrophied lungs to take in a few mouthfuls of life-saving oxygen, and allowing his suffocated brain to start functioning again.

    But the wind beneath him still carried the edge of his white robe upwards, making a hunting sound in mid-air, like a few white birds with broken wings.

    He raised his arms, and began to release his spiritual power in the strong and real sense of weightlessness, causing the airflow to gather under his body in an attempt to slow down his descent. The firefly wings behind him also struggled to rebound.  came out and kept fanning behind it.

    The pair of eyes covered by the white mist also tried their best to open wide, trying to get rid of the influence of the poison on his nerves, but this was not an illusion, but the poison of the monster. Apart from what the outside world could do to him,  , healing from toxins on your own is nearly impossible.

    Even if you can, you still need a place to rest, not in this helpless mid-air.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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