The miracle doctor comes down the mountain: The beautiful CEO wants to support me

Song Yang felt the violent murderous intent and sword energy, and suddenly raised his head and smashed the giant axe in his hand.

boom!

The two forces collided with a loud bang, and the remaining power swept across.

Song Yang flew backwards again and fell to the ground.

He endured the severe pain and stood up. When he saw who was coming, his eyes were full of shock.

Xiao Yi!

This guy is not dead!

Not only did he not die, his strength was also restored!

How can it be!

"Mr. Xiao!"

When Yuan Wenbin saw Xiao Yi, his eyes lit up.

He didn't understand why Xiao Yi suddenly became so powerful, but he finally felt relieved that the Donghuang Bell could be saved.

"Next, leave it to me!"

After Xiao Yi finished speaking, he stepped into the air and flew towards Song Yang.

"Xiao Yi!"

Feeling Xiao Yi's fierce murderous intent, Song Yang felt a flash of horror in his heart.

"It's over!"

Xiao Yi didn't say anything more. He swung his sword out, the sword body shook and the sword energy roared.

Song Yang's heart sank, and he gathered his strength and chopped down fiercely with his axe.

After a brief stalemate, the sword intent of the Longyuan Sword suddenly tore Song Yang's attack apart.

Song Yang's whole body trembled and he retreated violently.

Without waiting for him to stand firm, Xiao Yi struck down with his sword again without any hesitation.

The violent sword intent seemed to turn into a ferocious beast and devour Song Yang.

Song Yang's face changed completely, and he quickly held the giant axe across in front of him.

Snapped!

The giant axe was shattered by the sword intent, and the fragments shot into Song Yang's body like bullets.

"puff!"

Song Yang vomited blood, flew backwards, smashed a huge rock, and fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Xiao Yi landed again, pointing his sword at Song Yang with a cold face.

"hehe……"

Song Yang kept spitting blood from his mouth and sneered.

"I respect your ancestors, and I also respect the protective hearts of Uncle He and his people!

Even, I don’t find it difficult to understand your seizure of the Donghuang Bell!

But you should never, ever, kill them!"

Xiao Yi said coldly.

"I didn't want to either! Didn't you see that they forced me to do this? If they weren't so stubborn, this wouldn't have happened!"

Song Yang tried his best to refute Xiao Yi, constantly spitting out blood.

"Sure enough, people do change."

Xiao Yi sighed in his heart, this is the complexity of human nature.

"How can you face your ancestors like this?"

Xiao Yi's voice sank.

When he heard the word "ancestor", Song Yang's eyes clearly flashed with light, but then quickly dimmed.

"They promised what they had, why would they kidnap the fate of dozens of generations to come! Ahem..."

Song Yang roared, coughed up a pool of blood, and collapsed.

Xiao Yi sighed in his heart, feeling a bit complicated.

"If I had a choice, I would have left here when I was in my twenties! But they wouldn't allow me! Today I want to tell them that I'm not going to do this anymore. I want to be the master of the Donghuang Bell!"

Song Yang's voice became weaker and weaker.

Xiao Yi was silent, and his murderous intent actually wavered a little.

However, even if he didn't take action now, Song Yang would not survive, so he was no longer prepared to take action.

"You seem to have no remorse."

After a while, Xiao Yi whispered.

"I, Song Yang, never need others' approval when doing things, and I don't regret anything. I accept the consequences of my success or failure!"

Song Yangdao.

"That's fine!"

Xiao Yi put away the Longyuan Sword and said, "I'll give you the last two minutes to see this world."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Xiao Yi!"

Song Yang called out to Xiao Yi.

"You know you have no chance of survival, and I guess you don't want to beg for mercy."

Xiao Yi turned around and asked, "Do you want me to give you a quick death?"

"Let me... do it myself!"

Song Yang's voice was very faint.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and without thinking too much, he kicked a dagger beside him to Song Yang.

Then, without looking again, he turned and walked towards the old man.

Song Yang behind him, without any hesitation, stabbed the dagger into his chest, and soon he died...

"Uncle He!"

Xiao Yi came forward quickly.

At this time, He Kun and Yuan Wenbin were waiting by the side, feeling extremely painful.

"Father!"

He Kunqiang shouted despite the pain.

"Forehead……"

Mr. He slowly opened his tired eyes, his eyes still full of worry.

"Uncle He, uncle and nephew Song Yang are both dead, but the Donghuang Bell is still there."

Yuan Wenbin noticed something and hurriedly explained with sobs.

Old Man He's eyelids twitched, and he saw the Donghuang Bell not far away, and a gleam of light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Then he looked at Xiao Yi and stretched out a trembling hand.

"Uncle He, I will heal your wounds."

Xiao Yi said hurriedly.

"Do not……"

Mr. He shook his head and held Xiao Yi's hand.

"My life span... has come to an end. I have already calculated that it will be today..."

"Father……"

Hearing this, He Kun's tears rolled down again.

"let me try!"

Xiao Yi insisted.

"No need... Otherwise, you'll have to pay for the meal, ahem..."

Mr. He said.

Xiao Yi was stunned. Thinking of what he had said before, that he would bring some more wine to Mr. He when he returned, he felt even more uncomfortable.

"Let's go back and I'll drink with you."

Xiao Yi felt a lump in his throat.

"There is no chance... I should go down and tell the ancestors this news..."

Mr. He's voice became weaker, but a hint of joy flashed across his face.

"Kun'er, Bin'er."

Mr. He looked at He Kun and Yuan Wenbin.

"We are here, you say."

He Kun and the other man hurried over.

"From now on... live your own lives well. Our generations' promise, our mission... is complete..."

Mr. He was breathing heavily and his pupils became dilated.

"It's... Father/Uncle He."

He Kun and the other two cried.

Looking at Mr. He again, his throat could no longer make any sound.

He held Xiao Yi's hand tightly, his mouth slightly opened, as if he wanted to say something.

"I...I understand..."

Xiao Yi looked into Mr. He's eyes and nodded vigorously.

After a few seconds, Mr. He slowly closed his eyes, and slowly let go of the hand that he was holding on to.

"Father!"

"Uncle He!"

He Kun and Yuan Wenbin shouted.

Xiao Yi put Mr. He's hand away and felt uncomfortable.

He thought of the scene when the two first met. At that time, Uncle He looked like an old grandfather next door, a little unkempt.

"Uncle He, rest in peace!"

After a while, Xiao Yi said softly.

He looked at He Kun and the other man who were in pain and did not disturb them for the time being.

Thinking of something, he came to the Donghuang Bell with a very complicated expression.

No divine weapon before had ever caused so many casualties.

But on second thought, this is not the artifact's fault...

A spiritual sense stretched out, and to his surprise, this time he actually directly felt the spiritual sense of the Donghuang Bell and established a connection.

As his mind moved, he put the Donghuang Bell into the storage space.

He looked at the serious injuries of He Kun and the other man, and suddenly thought of the "pool" before.

"It should be the spiritual liquid pool where spiritual energy is transformed into liquid, right?"

Xiao Yi returned to his previous position while guessing.

When he returned, he found that a large amount of spiritual fluid was drying up rapidly.

"what happened?"

Xiao Yi frowned. Did his arrival destroy the ecology here? Or what?

He didn't have time to think about it, so he took out a lot of devices from the storage space and put the remaining extremely pure spiritual liquid into them.

"Pity……"

Xiao Yi sighed, thinking that it would be great if he could take away all the spiritual liquid he had just obtained.

This thing is comparable to top-level elixirs, and is even more effective in healing injuries!