Heartless

Luo Wang threw an ingot of silver at a boy in the Red Pavilion, and ordered him to bring a fast horse. Seeing that Ye Qianlang was still standing still, he called him, "Don't be angry, my lord. 'There will be a period of time', you will be with him 'for a long time'."

In fact, he underestimated Ye Qianlang.Let’s say that he defected to Wei Zhongxian that day. In order to test his loyalty, Wei Jiuqian specially ordered his nephew Wei Liangqing to punish him with a "mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire". Placed on both sides, as long as people come, they will be served with swords and swords——Ye Qianlang walked the "Yellow Spring Road" blindfolded and barefoot, his face was so indifferent, his heartbeat was not fast, and he could still fight with him on the mat that greeted him regardless of his previous enemies. Wei Liangqing drank with each other, which shows that this person can bear what ordinary people can't bear, and he definitely won't feel angry about such a trivial matter.

It's just that the cold air in his body is frightening at this moment, as if there are hundreds of troops running back and forth between the meridians, fighting with swords whenever they meet anyone, it is chaotic and dangerous, so he dare not move rashly, so he can only use his strength to exercise his strength first. The cold poison is suppressed.

Luo Wang didn't know what was going on, and was still muttering something, Ye Qianlang had no patience to listen, he took a breath of true energy with difficulty, and interrupted: "You help me get on the horse."

As soon as his hands touched the stone-blue brocade robe of treasured flowers, Luo Wang shuddered violently. Ye Qianlang's limbs were as cold as ice, and even if he fell into the eight cold hells and suffered more than he did now.

As far as the eye could see, there was a vast Gobi, densely packed with rocks and mountains, and it was hard to find even an inch of land. Ye Qianlang was speechless all the way, only walking slowly on horseback.Luo Wang, on the other hand, was still in Wang An's mansion, cooking wine before flowers and facing swords under the moon, boating in lotus ponds and riding horses in bamboo forests... After thinking about what he shouldn't have thought about, he sighed quietly in his heart.

A piece of paper money suddenly floated in front of him, Ye Qianlang stopped his horse and said with concentration: "Be careful."

In the barren desert and Gobi, a group of mourners appeared out of nowhere, probably more than [-] people. Some people wore white crowns and held the hearse, crying endlessly.

White paper money was sprinkled all the way, fluttering up and down with the night wind. It was scary to see such a scene during the day, let alone at night when there were no people around.

The cry was shrill like that of an old raven, and the sound of scriptures was even more unpleasant.The funeral procession suddenly dispersed, at first glance they seemed scattered and disorganized, but after careful investigation, it was found that the positions, footwork, and chess layout were staggered, which was incomparably exquisite.

In a blink of an eye, Luo Ye and Luo Ye were firmly surrounded by people, getting closer and closer like a fisherman pulling a net.

Commander Ye is always vigilant like a beast in danger. Normally, he can distinguish ghosts and ghosts from a hundred steps away, but now that he is seriously injured and has no time to take care of himself, naturally he has no time to take care of others.

The fast horse under Luo Qianhu's crotch kicked and threw the man to the ground, and ran away by himself.

"Useless beast!" Luo Wang got up from the ground, but saw Ye Qianlang also got off his horse, swayed his body, and stood still: "You and Xue Po go first, these foreign monks came for me , will not stop you."

Commander Ye knew that he couldn't gallop his horse at all, and Luo Wang couldn't stop these foreign monks. He was afraid that he would be overtaken by others after running too far.Although he didn't want to die, if he was going to die, instead of feeling sorry for himself, he would feel sorry for his horse.

"But... I swear to live and die with the adults!"

"You are not good at kung fu, you are just a burden to me." Ye Qianlang threw him on the horse's back, and said coldly, "Let's go."

Raising his hand to one person and one horse, he gave a light push, Xue Po connected with his master, immediately with all four hooves, he led Luo Wang on his horse to break out of the encirclement, those monks really did not make things difficult for them.

Compared with the number of people who besieged Luo Wang during the day, there were twice as many people. The 36 people's primordial consciousness dense array, when not moving, it is like storing a flood, and if it moves a little, it will be like a mountain falling apart. Not to mention a living person, even if it is a big Pengniao is also determined not to fly out.

However, although these foreign monks have an absolutely favorable situation where we have many enemies and few enemies, they are afraid of this man's strength and dare not rush forward.After confronting each other for a while, the besieged people showed a faint look of tiredness, and said: "It is said that the Dami Formation is the number one formation in the Western Regions, especially better than the Shaolin Arhat Formation in the Central Plains, Ye is wanting to ask for advice. "

Seeing that the opponent was still surrounding him with empty momentum, Ye Qianlang's expression of impatience became more apparent, and he urged, "Come on."

When Kou Biancheng approached, he saw this scene——

Ye Qianlang was besieged in the center of the fan monks, and dozens of vajra pestles surrounded him one after another. The triangular pestle head was very sharp, and it had already pierced several blood holes in the blue and white brocade robe, but he neither evaded nor gave in. His own monks were like nothing, only attacking one of them.

Kou Biancheng saw that Ye Qianlang's eyes were blood red, the corners of his eyes were painted with cinnabar, and a frightening purple aura flashed across his face from time to time, obviously he was close to madness. Every move changed, fast but not chaotic, and I couldn't help but secretly praised it in my heart.

Ye Qianlang also understood, not to mention that he was suffering from the cold poison at the moment, even if he was painless and unharmed, he would not be able to kill the iron wall, only by killing one of them and messing with the tight formation, could the formation be broken.So he used himself as a bait to test a few times, and tried out one of the 36 monks with a weaker martial arts foundation, so he bent on attacking him.

Little did he know that his true qi was retrograde to the verge of madness, and he was able to break through the limits of his own martial arts and arouse the power of Wuyin Burning Heart Jue to the greatest extent.

Another group of attacks came, disregarding the surrounding vajra pestles hitting him like a rainstorm, Ye Qianlang found a way to grab the head of the monk's pestle and let it pierce into the flesh of his palm, but there was no blood.He trembled all over, and the air in his palm was like a white rainbow. He instantly froze the monk, including his arms and pestle, to himself. The Buddha's face also seemed to have distorted his face, and he made more efforts to counterattack.

It was the time of life and death, and Kou Biancheng was not in a hurry to get involved in the battle. He just looked at Ye Qianlang a few steps away, and said with a smile, "Master Ye, I missed you so much just after we parted. We met again."

Ye Qianlang fought against one person in one hand, and competed with the monks in the other. He knew that the situation was extremely dangerous, and he was in a state of distress, but he had no intention of asking for help. If you can see it, you might as well cheer for my little brother—"

All of a sudden, the hair rushed to the crown, and the green and white jade crown that bundled his hair exploded with a bang, and the rest of the energy was dissipated, and the monks who were besieging him were shocked away by Zhang Yuan.

A head of black hair fell down, and the wind swayed across his face.

Comparing with the cold eyebrows and cold face, Kou Biancheng felt a surge of energy and blood, and was slightly startled.

But for such a person, the black line on the white ground surpasses the colorful sentient beings.

How can you really watch from the sidelines, when you knock on the stirrup, it seems like a bolt of lightning suddenly leaps into the formation.

Although the two people's internal energy paths are very different, but they seem to come from the same vein, complement and promote each other, and increase each other's profound knowledge.This time they teamed up to break the formation, one move complements the other, and changes in every possible way. After more than thirty moves, they have a tacit understanding and are like one person.

Between the copper and iron walls, a pair of people, like white swans and light gulls, go up and down, neck-to-neck and swim in the blue clouds together.

Dozens of tricks were dismantled, and the big secret formation of Benjue had to switch from offense to defense, and was forced to reveal an instant flaw——

"Ye Qianlang!"

Even without this signal, Ye Qianlang understood, taking advantage of Kou Biancheng alone facing all the monks, he swung the wind around and broke through the formation, slashing at the monk with frostbitten arm one after another, sending him back to the west in one fell swoop.

Neither of them is a living Bodhisattva or a good stubble. Once they killed one person, they would be like a broken bamboo. None of the 36 monks survived under their hands.

Even when the last monk died, the two of them involuntarily handed out a palm to each other—the two palms met, and then they were clasped tightly, with four eyes staring at each other. The strength and heat that came directly penetrated the heart.

It's not that they don't have the opportunity to live and die with others, they just feel that others are not worthy, but they never thought that this unprecedented first time joining hands with others to fight against the enemy is so precious and hearty and hearty.

It's just that after the joy, Ye Qianlang suddenly felt that his spiritual platform was dark, as if the last inch of the wick had been exhausted, he closed his eyes, and fell backwards on his back.

Kou Biancheng embraced the other party in his arms, only to realize that this person's aura was as thin as a thread, and he was as cold as a stone.Listening to him muttering to himself deliriously: "Sister... nineteen is so cold... so cold..."

Embracing the half-dead man and flying onto the horse, he pulled open his clothes, warmed his cold body with the skin of his chest, and whispered firmly into his ear, "Ye Qianlang, I won't let you die."