Chapter 61

In this regard, he would have had a lot of common topics with Gu Hanyuan, but it was a pity that peers were enemies.

At this time, Gan Baobao could no longer control her body, and her remaining consciousness could only pray that someone could save her.

In fact, she also knew that it was an extravagant hope.

Yun Zhonghe was getting closer and closer to her, and the sense of despair in her heart was getting heavier.

Just as she was about to close her eyes in despair, she heard a scream from Yun Zhonghe.

A severed finger brushed past her eyes, and a few drops of fresh blood were also brought to drip on her face.

She saw a man in black clothes with a Shura mask already standing in front of her.

In his hand was a purple long sword, and the tip of the sword was dripping with fresh blood.

"Yun Zhonghe, you have been bumped into by this seat again. Let's see how you escape this time."

Gu Hanyuan said coldly.

"Wutian! It's you again!"

Yun Zhonghe looked at Gu Hanyuan in fear.

As for the name Wutian, he had learned it from the four great retainers when he went to abduct Duan Yu.

He didn't expect that the first time he saw Zhong Ling, he lost two fingers, and today, when he wanted to make a move on Gan Baobao, he lost another finger; the trip to Dali was simply a huge loss.

Of course, he had no mind to consider the matter of his fingers now; as someone who had seen Gu Hanyuan make a move, he understood the gap in martial arts between the two very well.

Even if Yun Zhonghe's lightness skill was supreme, he would definitely be killed on the spot the moment he fled.

Gu Hanyuan just pointed his sword at Yun Zhonghe from afar, neither making a move nor letting him go.

Because he was waiting.

Suddenly, he thought to himself: "It's here."

It turned out that Gan Baobao, who could no longer endure the medicinal power, was actually clinging to Gu Hanyuan at this time.

As soon as Yun Zhonghe saw it, he knew that the opportunity must not be lost, and immediately used his lightness skill to flee.

Gu Hanyuan looked at Yun Zhonghe's back, feeling the soft touch when he was in contact with Gan Baobao, and sighed in his heart.

"Sure enough, it's a useful tool."