Demon Emperor's Young Demon Queen

Changsun Yuanzheng was not much better than Song Yexi, and the long sword in Song Yexi's hand also passed through Changsun Yuanzheng's back, and both of them suffered losses.

Song Yexi gathered strength and elbowed Changsun Yuanzheng's back. One knife and one sword were forced to be pulled away from their abdomen respectively. Blood spattered everywhere on the spot. The two of them supported the wound and still stared at each other intently.

Although the place where Changsun Yuanzheng lived was rarely disturbed by disciples, but just now the two of them faced each other with swords, perhaps the fighting noise was too loud to startle the disciples of the Taoist sect, and footsteps could be heard from time to time.

Seeing this, Song Yexi fled outside immediately. Seeing that this was not good, Changsun Yuanzheng immediately chased after him, but his injuries were too serious, and before he could catch up with Song Yexi, he was half kneeling on the ground.

"Who is that!"

Several disciples chased after Song Yexi who was barely visible, while the remaining one or two disciples helped the seriously injured eldest grandson Yuanzheng to his feet.

"Master, who attacked you?"

"Master, are you alright?"

The disciples in the Taoist sect rushed over to help the elder Sun Yuanzheng up. The murderous intent in the elder grandson Yuanzheng's eyes had not faded, and when he raised his head, the younger disciple who came to help him trembled in fright.

Changsun Yuan was looking at the direction where Song Yexi was escaping. If he was told to run away, it would be a bad thing. Changsun Yuan was holding a dagger tightly, with a serious expression and murderous intent in his eyes.

"Hurry up and inform your disciples that the head of the sect has been attacked. It seems to be caused by monsters. Immediately seal the mountain and search it. If you find it, you will be killed."

"Yes."

One disciple hurriedly ran to inform the disciples under his sect, while the other disciple reluctantly helped the eldest grandson Yuanzheng up.

Dripping blood came out continuously from his waist and abdomen, and there was already a puddle of blood where Changsun Yuanzheng half-kneeled just now, and the more serious the injury was, the pain made him frown involuntarily.

Changsun Yuan was looking down at his wound, the hand covering the wound was no longer effective, the whole hand was soaked in blood, and the wound was still bleeding continuously.

He resisted and took two steps, and his eyes began to turn black. He was supported by his disciples and took another two steps before completely falling down.

"Master! Master..." The little disciple was barely able to hold the eldest grandson Yuanzheng who was completely paralyzed.

However, the disciple who chased the assailant followed the bloodstains all the way, but failed to catch up. Judging by the bloodstains along the way, the man should have been wounded, but he was able to escape so quickly. The Taoist disciples began to wonder whether the man What kind of magic did you practice.

The disciples who were chasing along the bloodstain and the disciples who were searching for Fengshan had already met, the bloodstain was gone, they had not found the person who attacked and seriously injured the headmaster, after the meeting they arranged the grave and continued to search.

Song Yexi strangled his wound with his clothes to prevent the blood from exposing his traces. This is the Taoist sect of the Xuandao sect. When he was running away, he heard those people call that person to be the head of the sect. It turned out that the person who wanted to kill him to take blood turned out to be Sun Yuanzheng, the head of the Taoist sect.

The tight waist and abdomen hurt a lot, the violent fighting made his already weak face look as ugly as white paper, and the killing intent made his eyes red, so set off by his pale face, he looked more like a white-faced red-eyed kid.

Song Yexi looked a bit miserable looking at himself, he had been relying on a little medicinal soup fed to him by his eldest grandson Yuanzheng to maintain his breath, now he was very tired and wanted to sleep.

Song Yexi grabbed a few small fruits from the bushes and stuffed them into his mouth. The little red fruits were so sour that he pursed his lips and found it unpalatable.

He grabbed a few more fruits and stuffed them into his mouth. If they were unpalatable, they were unpalatable. If he didn't eat them, his physical strength might not be able to support him to escape from this place.

Song Yexi has lived in the Xuanmen Lingyuan Pavilion since he was a child. Due to physical reasons, he cannot leave the Xuanmen for a long time, but he can occasionally come to the Taoist gate to have a look.

So he is not familiar with this place, but if he can find the way he used to come, he can find the way out of the Taoist gate.

Song Yexi stuffed two handfuls of small fruits into her mouth again, and the red juice splashed from the bright red fruits soaked his lips, making her look like she drank blood.

He was still holding tightly the sword he snatched from Changsun Yuanzheng. This was his only weapon, and it was also the last line of defense. He wiped his mouth indiscriminately, looked around, and made sure no one was there. , and then cautiously came out from the bushes, and left quickly.

Along the way, he avoided the disciples who were searched by the Taoist sect. Every road in the Taoist sect was guarded by the disciples of the Taoist sect, and the disciples were searched along the way. There was no way to avoid them.

At this moment, he suddenly heard movement behind him, he turned around and grabbed the person behind him under his body, approaching the neck with a sword in one hand, and covered the person's mouth with the other.

The people under him looked at him in horror, and Song Yexi realized that the person he was pressing down was Zhan Yu who had fought with him.

Song Yexi sneaked to the Taoist sect to play without telling Wen Li before, and happened to meet Zhan Yu, the son of Zhan Xiaoshan, the head of the Tianyan Sect, at the boundary of the Tianyan Sect.

Speaking of which, the reason for their fight was also boring, because of a few insignificant verbal conflicts, two spoiled brats started fighting.

Song Yexi still tightly covered Zhan Yu's mouth, Zhan Yu's white and chubby face was somewhat deformed under Song Yexi's withered hands.

Song Yexi lowered her voice to warn: "Don't make a sound, or I will kill you, do you hear me?"

Zhan Yu glanced at him first, then nodded, Song Yexi let go of his hand hesitantly, but the long sword on Zhan Yu's neck couldn't help but deviate at all, now he can't trust anyone, if Zhan Yu really shouted, The possibility of him being able to escape the Dao Gate is too small.

Zhan Yu looked Song Yexi up and down, and found that Song Yexi was exactly the same as the person described by Taoism, a young man in red, seriously injured, and holding the sword of the eldest grandson in his hand.

But Zhan Yu really didn't make a sound anymore, he just glanced at the sword on his neck secretly, and there was still half-frozen blood on it, he swallowed, maybe this sword would also be stained with his blood Blood.

"How many disciples have the Daomen sent to guard the mountain to search?"

Zhan Yu hesitated for a moment, but the sword came closer.

"The head of the sect is seriously injured, and his life and death are uncertain now. All the sects under the Taoist sect have sent people, and I don't know the exact number."

Zhan Yu knew that he shouldn't say these things, but he still said them. He didn't say them to save his life. He just thought that Song Yexi would not be the one who wanted to kill the head of the grandson.

"Why do you want to hurt the head of the eldest grandson?"

Song Yexi didn't speak.

"Why did you hurt the eldest grandson?" Zhan Yu asked again, but he seemed to be asking simple and ordinary questions, not as full of hatred as those disciples.

The abdomen hurts again, out of the instinct not to expose the weakness, Song Yexi just arched her body slightly, without even frowning.

It's just that the red clothes have already soaked through his waist and abdomen, which can be seen at a glance.

Seeing that his injuries seemed to be serious, Zhan Yu asked tentatively, "Are you okay?"

"Don't talk, come with me."

Zhan Yu was pushed by Song Yexi and hadn't taken two steps, only heard a bang, and when Zhan Yu turned her head, Song Yexi had already fallen to the ground, the movement was not too big, but it happened to startled several passing disciples.

"who?"