Why did Wang Menglin not seem to have the ability to resist Monk Mei Shuo and Guang Lang just now, but suddenly she had the ability to resist again?

Actually, the reason was that it was no longer her arm that was placed on Lan Xing, but the transformation that occurred when Lan Xing hugged her arm directly.

Originally, Wang Menglin had to divert her attention to condense a similar shield around Lan Xing to help him defend against the raging energy around him.

However, after Lan Xing was completely stuck to her body, she only needed to amplify her Qi. She could simply envelop Lan Xing within the Qi she released to protect Lan Xing from the ravaging energy.

In comparison, Wang Menglin naturally had less time to take care of Lan Xing.

However, even so, Wang Menglin still wasn’t able to display her full strength.

After all, if Lan Xing hugged one of her arms, her movements would definitely be slowed down.

Therefore, after Wang Menglin counterattacked, she exchanged a few moves with Monk Mei Shuo and Guang Lang, but she was unable to deal any substantial damage to the two of them.

There was a sense of parity.

However, Wang Menglin’s aura was much more than under normal circumstances, so she naturally consumed several times the amount of true energy in her body.

If she could not deal with the enemy in front of her in a short period of time, she was afraid that her true energy would be exhausted in a short period of time.

She was only a Warlock, not a Martial Cultivator. She said that even if her internal strength was exhausted, she could still rely on the strength of her body and her proficient moves to continue the camp. If the Warlock’s True Qi was exhausted, it would be an existence that even an ordinary person could not defeat.

As a result, Wang Menglin, who had been unable to deal any substantial damage to Monk Mei Shuo and Guang Lang, became even more anxious.

The so-called restlessness in their hearts naturally led to flaws in their moves. This was also why some people would either humiliate their opponents before fighting with them, thinking that provoking them was one of the reasons.

After all, if he disturbed his opponent’s mentality in advance, his chances of winning would naturally increase by a large margin.

Just as Wang Menglin and Guang Lang clashed, Monk Mei Shuo grabbed onto a fatal flaw in Wang Menglin’s palm and swung the Buddhist staff in his hand, smashing it at Wang Menglin’s ribs at an extremely crafty angle.

There was no intention of showing mercy at all, nor did he say anything about the mercy of a monk. However, he was truly somewhat annoyed by why his weapon was a Buddhist staff instead of a sharp blade.

Otherwise, under Wang Menglin’s weakness, she would have to be beheaded at the waist.

As the saying goes, monks only have destiny. Obviously, Wang Menglin is not the destiny of Monk Mei Shuo.

After all, what was fate? Wasn’t it someone else who had the final say?

With a puff, Wang Menglin, who had been discovered by Monk Mei Shuo, was sent flying with a stick.

One could vaguely see that Wang Menglin’s abdomen had formed an obvious dent. Under Monk Mei Shuo’s hammer, it was unknown how many drums had been broken.

In the end, he was not a martial artist. The strength of his body was actually no different from that of an ordinary person.

Wang Menglin, who was flying backwards, gripped her painful abdomen and coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood. After staining her delicate jaw with blood, she tried her best to stabilize her body.

However, Wang Menglin had just landed on the ground when Guang Lang had already left. When Wang Menglin reacted, he still chased after Wang Menglin.

Seeing Guang Lang’s complacent expression, he raised his palm and slapped Wang Menglin’s face. He smiled and said, “Die!”

However, this was what he said. However, he did not have any intention of killing Wang Menglin. Otherwise, Guang Lang’s palm would not be facing Wang Menglin’s chest, but Wang Menglin’s head.

After all, who didn’t know that the most effective way to kill the enemy decisively was to take the lead.

Wang Menglin, who was already seriously injured, had no room to retaliate against Guang Lang’s relentless attack.

For a moment, he was dumbfounded. In fact, the images he had experienced in his entire life were about to flash through his mind.

Wang Menglin only felt that she had really capsized in the sewer today and was going to give her life here.

Suddenly, a hand appeared in Wang Menglin’s line of sight and slapped straight towards the palm of Guang Lang’s chest.

This hand looked very delicate. It was white, tender, and tender. It seemed to be able to squeeze out water. Obviously, it had never done any heavy work in the past. Its fingers were long and slender. It would not be too much to say what kind of hand this hand belonged to a pianist.

However, it would be strange to say that he was a capable person, and that he could even fight against Guang Lang.

It was just like a clean person who had to wrestle with a callus-covered person. If he could win, then there would be a ghost.

There were only four people on the first floor of the Imperial Mausoleum.

Therefore, apart from belonging to Lan Xing, there was no other possibility for this hand.

Although Lan Xing felt very uncomfortable under the raging energy around him, it could be seen that Wang Menglin had lost the battle against Monk Mei Shuo and Guang Lang. After losing her ability to deal with Guang Lang’s attacks, she could still blame Wang Menglin for turning a blind eye to it.

Therefore, when Guang Lang was still one last move away from defeating Wang Menglin, Mo Li attacked!

He directly raised his hand and slapped towards Guang Lang’s palm.

However, Guang Lang is very disdainful of Lan Xing’s actions.

Even the stunned Wang Menglin hurriedly regained her senses. She felt that Lan Xing was not even at the Intermediate Stage, so how could she catch Guang Lang’s move?

Even though Guang Lang knew that Lan Xing would have a strange energy, he was certain that Lan Xing’s palm strike had absolutely no chance of turning the situation around!

Sure enough, when Lan Xing and Guang Lang’s palms collided, black and white smoke emerged from Lan Xing’s arm, successfully removing all the energy in Guang Lang’s palm.

This caused Guang Lang’s palm strike to no longer be an attack from a powerhouse. Instead, it was more like an attack from an ordinary person.

But!

Guang Lang had already dealt with it. Even though his palm had lost its energy attachment, it still carried a lot of strength!

Just like a punch from a strong man with boundless strength, which ordinary girl would be able to force the strong man to stop his fist without saying that she would still be safe after clashing with the strong man?

Therefore, under Guang Lang’s exhausting palm strike, Lan Xing felt a pain in his arm and almost felt as if he had been dislocated.

For a moment, the intense pain stimulated Lan Xing’s entire head, causing her to subconsciously let go of her hand that was grabbing Wang Menglin’s shoulder, wanting to cover her severely aching arm.

As a result, Lan Xing immediately flew backwards, leaving the area where Wang Menglin’s aura could envelop!

Even if Wang Menglin hurriedly shouted “No” and wanted to grab Lan Xing who was flying away, there was no way to save Lan Xing from flying out of her shelter and being devoured by the raging energy in the surroundings.