Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

Seeing the changes in front of him, Wu Yan was only stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Hmph, so what if you awakened the spirit root of the lightning element?"

As soon as his words fell, Murong Qing immediately made a sword dancing posture with both hands, leading him to make a move, and a raging flame ignited on the edge of the sword.

At first, Nan Heng was still scruples about Murong Qing's identity, but he was forced to be unable to fight back, so he had to be struck by lightning.

But he is a novice after all, he can attract thunder but he is not very good at it, he only wiped the edges a few times, and burned a few holes in Wu Yan's robe in a courteous way, which made Wu Yan even more crazy.

He discovered that Murong Qing was bound to Wu Yan, and seemed to have no self-awareness, and was basically influenced and controlled by Wu Yan.

Wu Yan was surprised, and he followed in a daze. When Wu Yan got angry, he led Wu Yan to make a move, which was fatal.

There was a gust of wind blowing past his ears with sparks, and Wu Yan's sword almost slashed across Nan Heng's neck. He raised his hand to block, but his wrist was burned by the sparks brought by the wind. flesh and blood.

He gasped in pain, and suddenly heard Xiao Tingxun's cold and solemn voice.

"Steady your mind." Xiao Tingxun said, "I taught you the hydrogel technique."

Nan Heng was just startled, and immediately understood Xiao Tingxun's meaning: "Thank you, Master, for your guidance!"

He dodged Wu Yan's attack, and even smiled at Xiao Tingxun.

"Concentrate!" Xiao Tingxun's eyes turned cold.

Nan Heng calmed down, and before Wu Yan could attack, he immediately mobilized his spiritual power to condense the water that melted in his palm into ice, freezing it into the shape of a long sword.

Although it was a bit ugly the first time, like a poker stick, but at least it can be dealt with.

But Wu Yan laughed: "How dare you compare me with a popsicle? Nan Heng, you were beaten stupid by me!"

Nan Heng raised the corners of his mouth, drawing out the lightning stream to attach to the edge of the ice sword: "Brother, I'm afraid you're going to be stupid first."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and stabbed at Wu Yan, and poured a large wave of spiritual power along the way, and the electricity attached to the blade became stronger.

"Prick him in the ribs." Xiao Tingxun's voice was light.

Nan Heng pinpointed Wu Yan's opening and stabbed him.

Wu Yan only cared about defending his chest, but he was really attacked. He raised his hand angrily to block it, but Nan Heng cut his arm.

He gritted his teeth resentfully, turned around and swung his sword at Nan Heng's chest.

"Sink down, hide to the right."

Nan Heng immediately withdrew his sword, lowered his waist and dodged, dodging the moves.

"His right leg is injured." Xiao Tingxun said suddenly.

Nan Heng's eyes were sharp, and the ice sword in his hand went straight to Wu Yan's right leg.

Wu Yan frowned and raised his sword to block it, but Nan Heng blinked and smiled mischievously.

He withdrew his sword abruptly, and turned to stab at Murong Qing's right thigh!

In an instant, the light blue slender figure suddenly stopped, and then, because of the electric current wrapped in the ice sword, it began to tremble uncontrollably.

With this shake, he lost the power to use moves to guide Wu Yang, instead he shook with Wu Yan.

One person, one soul, up and down, shaking like impromptu disco.

Wu Yan held the saber in his hand, while leaning on the sword and trembling, he was angry with Zhizhi Heng, and couldn't speak clearly: "Uh uh uh uh uh, Nan Nan Nan Heng! You, you, you, you, you are despicable and shameless!"

"Why am I despicable?" Nan Heng cast a spell, and the ice sword dissipated, turning into frost flowers and falling all over the sky.

"You, you, you, his mother!" Wu Yan blushed, "He He Yu Yu Yu Qing... the elders and elders bully people too much!"

"Whoever deceives others is too much," Nan Heng raised his eyebrows, "You are allowed to invite foreign aid, and my master is not allowed to give on-site guidance. It is not fair."

Wu Yan's eyes widened, but he had nothing to say.

At this moment, there was a cracking sound above the head, and the pale golden barrier was finally split by Xiao Tingxun.

"Master!"

Nan Heng called him and was about to run towards him, but Xiao Tingxun stopped him with a look.

He raised his hand to cover Nan Heng with a barrier, and raised his sword towards Wu Yan and Murong Qing.

Nan Heng stared at the sassy and cold back, and couldn't help but sweat for Wu Yan.

Xiao Tingxun's green shirt was like bamboo, his sleeves were flying, Ranchen's every move was ruthless, and he went towards Murong Qing.

Nan Heng was stunned, it was over, his master probably wanted to kill him.

Shang Min on the stage also became nervous: "Yuqing, calm down!"

Xiao Tingxun turned a deaf ear and kept forcing Murong Qing to make moves. Finally, the moment the ghost was enraged and stood up, he raised his sword and swiped across Wu's left and right shoulders, breaking the connection between the two. .

Murong Qing's erratic soul only stayed in place for a moment, and suddenly rushed towards a dense forest around, Xiao Tingxun followed closely behind.

And Wu Yan on the ground, like a broken puppet with a broken string, collapsed on the ground in an instant, and the spiritual power he used to maintain the connection with Murong Qing had been exhausted.

He lay on the ground trembling all over, coughing up and looking at blood from his mouth.

Shang Min, the First Elder and the Second Elder had already rushed down from the stage, and the inner and outer sect disciples also exploded. Some showed fear, and some gathered together to discuss in a low voice, but no one dared to gather around to add to the chaos .

Nan Heng was covered in the enchantment, staring at Wu Yan who was only a few steps away from him, his face suddenly darkened.

Because he saw that there were several black scars on the part of Wu Yan's arm exposed from the tattered sleeve.

He was familiar with that imprint.At the time when he met Zhao Xianxian and Li Sisi who passed out at the Herb Peak, they had wounds cut by Longyincao, and later scabs formed such black scars, but because of the superb medical skills of the Second Elder, he gave some ointment to remove the scars, They were all removed afterwards.

But Wu Yan is different, he is an outer disciple, and he has nowhere to get this kind of ointment for removing scars, so he left scars.

Nan Heng clenched his hands, and he already understood that the person who broke through the forbidden demon land at the beginning was Wu Yan who was lying in front of him at this moment.

Presumably at that time, Wu Yan had already started secretly practicing the art of binding spirits.

And Murong Qing was the former sixth elder of the Changqing Sect, so it was naturally an easy task to undo the seal that sealed the demon forbidden area.

On the other side, the second elder had performed a healing technique for Wu Yan, but his spiritual power was too exhausted, and the follow-up support was completely dependent on his own blood. At this time, the whole person had lost excessive blood, and his face was horribly pale.

Yin Jiu moved his finger away from Wu Yan's pulse, and shook his head solemnly.

Shang Min sighed, and waved his hands to let the two outer disciples first carry down Wu Yan's body, which had lost its heartbeat and pulse.

"The assessment of the disciples is over, everyone should go back separately, and they are not allowed to stay and watch the fun!"

With a sullen face, Shang Min yelled out with a loudspeaker technique, and all the disciples dispersed.

Seeing that the crowd dispersed, Nan Heng was a little worried about Xiao Tingxun.

Master has been away for quite a while, but he hasn't come back yet.

He was anxious, so he wondered if he could break the barrier to see, but he just stretched out his hand to touch it, and the barrier broke automatically.

But his expression was even worse, he pursed his lips, and ran towards the direction Xiao Tingxun left.

Deep in the woods, the azure figure wrestled with the light blue phantom.

Xiao Tingxun's eyes were cold, like a falcon staring at its prey, the dusty sword edge pierced through the air and left streaks of frost, brushing across Murong Qing's body.

He is quick in movement and does not hesitate to strike, but Murong Qing is his master after all, although his soul has no mind, but his movements and swordsmanship are all there, it is difficult to distinguish between the two for a while.

When Nan Heng arrived, he saw Murong Qing slashing at Xiao Tingxun's heart with a volley of palms.

"Master be careful!"

He was startled, and flew to block it, and when he came to Xiao Tingxun's side, he was grabbed and pushed away.

Xiao Tingxun raised his hand and held Murong Qing's palm directly, and took the opportunity to get closer.

His voice was hoarse and urgent, even a little trembling: "Murong Qing! Wake up!"

"What did you just say? Say it again!"

But Murong Qing's eyes were only white, and she didn't respond to his call. She just broke away from Xiao Tingxun's hand with all her strength, and slapped Xiao Tingxun's shoulder with her backhand.

This palm had strong spiritual power, Xiao Tingxun was firmly grasped, and was suddenly photographed more than ten meters away, and he staggered twice before standing firmly on Ranchen.

Nan Heng didn't care about Murong Qing, and immediately ran towards Xiao Tingxun: "Master, are you okay!"

Xiao Tingxun's hand supporting Ranchen trembled slightly. He took a deep breath, shook his head, and blood slid from the corner of his mouth.

"you……"

Looking at the blood stain, Nan Heng choked, raised his sleeve and gently wiped the blood from his lips: "Master, let's go back."

Xiao Tingxun raised his head and glanced at the tall and tall Murong Qing, his gaze became colder and colder. He wanted to break free from Nan Heng's hand, but Nan Heng restrained him even harder.

"We can't fight any more," Nan Heng looked at him, his black eyes were misty, "Master, let's go back, okay?"

"open!"

But Xiao Tingxun gritted his teeth, and with the spiritual power in his hand, he directly shook Nan Heng away, and raised the dust to rush towards Murong Qing.

On Murong Qing's pale face, there was a strange smile, and the eyeless white pupils rolled around.

He didn't have a weapon, so he fought against Xiao Tingxun with bare hands, but he was able to control Xiao Tingxun with ease in every move.

One slap, another slap, Xiao Tingxun didn't even try to hide, he just flew forward and forced himself in front of Murong Qing, trying to regain his consciousness.

Nan Heng was so anxious that he saw Murong Qing swiping another palm, which caused thunder in his palm, and he was about to strike Murong Qing.

At this moment, a piercing bird's cry suddenly came from the air, Murong Qing stopped suddenly, and then, without even looking at Xiao Tingxun, he flew towards the direction of the bird's call.

Xiao Tingxun got up and wanted to chase after him, but his body was so badly injured, his feet went limp, and a big mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth, and Nan Heng who rushed over caught him in his arms.

"Master..."

Nan Heng's hands around him trembled a little, and the scene of Xiao Tingxun's shoulder blade being pierced by the Silent Spirit Sword in the Mirror Demon Realm appeared in his mind for a moment.

On the stage where tens of thousands of people watched, the proud man in blue was soaked and swallowed by large swaths of crimson blood, and finally disappeared into the people's sighs or discussions.

He was suddenly frightened.

Xiao Tingxun wiped the blood from his lower lip, his eyes locked on the direction Murong Qing left, he caught a glimpse of a black figure, and before he passed out, the crimson swastika pattern was engraved into his mind.

That is, the unique ornamentation of the Soul Sacrifice Gate.