The light ball of He Jie's palm magic circle lit up, and space fluctuations appeared around An Qier. The spatial connection between the two places had almost been opened. She just needed to press her palms to teleport over. But when she saw Chen Xuanzhi, she felt cruel, put away her teleportation thoughts, and turned around.

Even if she had a life of death, she was willing to save Angel, but now she had no life to die, so she could only choose to leave herself, and there was no need to lose her life.

In this war, the blue civilization lost.

It’s not that He Jie didn’t fight hard, it’s not that everyone didn’t try their best, but that the general trend was like this. Even a monk in the Saint Realm, who was just an ant or duckweed in front of the torrent of tide, could he change his fate with his own strength?

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

They were besieged by the seven saint realm demons, and the space they could move was very small, but the pressure was under great pressure. Among them, Zhou Bashan was the main attacker and Cervantes was the main defense. The two cooperated with each other and did not fall down immediately. If it were ordinary times, it would not be too big a problem for them to hold on to the seven saint realm, and they could last for a period of time.

But there must be a prerequisite, that is, He Jie uses magic to bless them with offensive, defense and other forces. At present, after He Jie was attacked by Chen Xuanzhi, she was too busy to take care of herself and could not even protect Angel. How could she support them?

Not only did the two of them deal with the fierce attack of the seven demons, they were struggling to deal with it, but there were already many wounds on their bodies, especially Zhou Bashan, who consumed too much spiritual energy and had serious insufficient strength. From being completely at a disadvantage to being in a desperate situation, they were about to be killed, but it took a moment to make a sudden happen.

"What is this scheming bitch He Jie doing? Why don't he ignore us?!" Zhou Bashan shouted angrily while fighting.

"She and Angel were approached and were beaten and beaten away. They probably won't have their lives saved!" Cervantes told him not to count on others anymore. After saying this, his eyes flashed.

At the current situation, they lost He Jie's support and without Angel's light feather echo, it was impossible for them to defeat the opponent in front of them. Perhaps they would fall here with the next breath.

But Cervantes did not intend to die here in battle. He could fight to the death, but he could not let himself die. Zhou Bashan's spiritual energy was about to be exhausted, and even if he wanted to escape, he was already unable to do so. Death would be his only destination.

"But I'm different!" Cervantesbury is good at defense. Although the situation is critical, his spiritual energy is enough to explode once and then escape. With the protection of the ten thousand mountains, it is not impossible for him to break out of the encirclement.

The only question is how to get rid of the pursuit after rushing out. He does not have much advantage in speed, and he does not practice the life-saving magic array and can be activated at any time, just like He Jie.

"There is only one way to get out completely..." Cervantes's eyes fell on Zhou Bashan's back.

At this moment, he remembered the battle with the demon.

Before that unforgettable battle, he was an ordinary man from the blue civilization, and had a good brother who worshiped a man. If you want to say something different, he was very knowledgeable and excellent, and he was a famous scholar and poet on the planet.

The demons attacked, and the galaxy became a battlefield, and countless people died in despair. He and his brothers were summoned to the army, joined the Blue Fleet, and protected their homes behind him. At that time, he was full of passion and could die for the Blue Civilization.

After several life-and-death battles, he was extremely lucky. He survived from death, the remaining ones became kings, and became the deputy captain, and his brother was the official captain. Both of them were outstanding people and had good luck, and they should have a bright future. Unfortunately, the retreat of the Blue Government has left them with no future.

In the last breakout battle, their warships were abandoned by a large group of people and became an existence that attracted firepower. They tried their best to break through the siege, and the warships had been severely damaged. In order to give him a glimmer of hope, his brother pushed him into the escape pole, and he drove the warship back and rushed towards the enemy group, burying himself in the sea of ​​fire.

After the war, when he returned to the blue civilization, he was held accountable for his defeat because their fleet that was cut off did not fight to block the army of demons, but instead thought about breaking through himself, resulting in the main fleet being caught up by demons, with many casualties.

Cervantes was thrown into prison for reform. After decades of dark years, he was poor and wasted half his life and almost died of illness. If he had not been selected by the plan of the wall-faced person, he would have met the King of Hell.

"Everyone is an equal person, why should I die?" This indignant thought flashed through Cervantes' mind, "I fought desperately for the blue civilization, why was I abandoned in the end? Why can't the person who survived is me or my brother?!"

He is usually calm and doesn't care much about anything because he is disappointed with the world, has no attachment to anything, and has nothing to care about. Therefore, he can go with the flow without any burden, will not do anything in a good way, and will not fight against anyone who is against whom, nor will he strive to win first.

Now, he doesn't want to die.

Knowing that the time flies, a moment of hesitation will lose the last chance to survive. Cervantes's eyes flashed with a fierce look, his palm raised, and slapped Zhou Bashan behind him, trying to attack him into the group of demons, attract the attention of demons, and win himself the chance to escape!

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

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

The black shadows flying out are not human either.

It is Angel's puppet puppet.

When he saw this messy and unrecognizable puppet, He Jie's pupils suddenly shrank.

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

That wasn't He Jie who canceled the magic circle. Although she wanted to do this, it took a little time to launch and put away the magic circle. Although it was only a moment, it was just before this moment that the magic circle was broken.

It was destroyed by man.

An Qier, who was able to send the puppets over and destroy the magic circle in such a short time, could only train side by side with He Jie, fight for a long time, and know her methods very well.

When He Jie heard the wrist terminal, Angel shouted shrillly and resolutely: "Old aunt, don't come here, take 'Durand' away..."

Before An Qier could finish her sentence, she let out a muffled groan. He Jie froze all over. He stared at her eyes wide and looked up. She saw that An Qier had been punched away by Chen Xuanzhi's boxing. She was floating up. She was weak, as thin as willow catkins, and as lonely as fallen leaves.

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

He Jie's eyes suddenly turned scarlet as blood, tears burst out from her eyes, and her body trembled like a sieve.

No one could understand how strong the vibration in her heart was.

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

Knowing that she was bound to die, she noticed that He Jie had activated the teleportation array, so she threw her companion, the puppet, whom she valued most, over without hesitation, and decisively destroyed the teleportation array to prevent He Jie from going to die.

In such a fierce battle, the little girl didn't think too much and never noticed He Jie's little thoughts. She just made judgments and choices based on the intuition formed by spending a period of time.

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

"This stupid...child!" He Jie roared sharply, as shrill as the cuckoo's blood cry. At this moment, her whole body burst into aura, her robe was swelling like the wind, and her face was as ferocious as a beast.

The light ball of the palm of her hand flashed and pressed it down violently. The teleportation array formed in an instant. Her figure flashed in place. When it appeared again, it had already reached behind Angel who was flying backwards. She reached out to catch Angel. At the same time, she stretched out one hand and summoned a thick light shield to wrap the two of them tightly.

Chen Xuanzhi, who was chasing An Qier, was about to kill Chen Xuanzhi, and slashed his sword on the light shield.

Angel stared at He Jie, who was crying, and murmured incredibly: "Old Auntie, why are you going back..."

The golden body protection light shield was shattered by Chen Xuanyi's sword. The bursting spiritual tide was like a wave, so bright that it made people unable to open their eyes. It also set off He Jie's pale face like an immortal and a Buddha, with a strange sacred glory. She gritted her teeth and said, "I have regretted death, but now... die if I die!"

Chen Xuanzhi's sword was in an instant.

Angel showed a warm smile, indescribable satisfaction, like a sick child lying in her mother's arms. She closed her eyes with peace of mind, ready to welcome her death.

She was not dead.

He Jie was not dead either.

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

Its sword-holding arms flew up, and blood gushed from its shoulders.

Amid the screams, He Jie and An Qier turned their heads together. What they saw was Chen Xuanzhi, who was covering his shoulders and retreating, and a back that blocked them with a sword.

The man was disheveled, his robe was broken in many places, and there were several bleeding wounds on his shoulders and ribs. He looked very embarrassed no matter how he looked. But at this time, the tall swordsman exuded a breath of a vast and shady mountain. When he fell into the eyes of He Jie and An Qier, he was as majestic as Mount Tai.

The picture about this back paused for a moment in the eyes of the two women. The next moment, the two men rushed out, like an eagle, agile and sharp, with sword energy like the moon, and were fighting with several demons.

"How did he siege him by four demons, and how did he rush back in such a short time?" He Jie was surprised. At the beginning of the battle, Chen Xuanzhi rushed over. Before the four demons could kill them, Li Ye could fight against four, and he was able to return to help so quickly, which was really beyond her expectations.

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