Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

Forcibly breaking through the medicinal power of Xianling Powder, both of them suffered some internal injuries, the spiritual flow in their bodies was disordered, they felt their throats were fishy, ​​and they spurted a mouthful of blood.

"Hahaha!" Zhou Qian laughed loudly, "Master and apprentice advance and retreat together, it's really touching!"

Changing the moves in his hand, he suddenly raised his head and said to Fan Luo: "Grand Master, our master, grandfather and grandson, today let these two ignorant ones, experience my unique biography of Guchen Pavilion!"

After saying that, Fan Luo standing on his shoulder staggered the Jiling sword between his hands, and suddenly attacked Nan Heng and Xiao Tingxun.

The Lingling Spiritual Flow is pure and thick, and the sword's momentum is overwhelming. Both swords are drawn together, and the sword's edge wipes the sky-high flames and rushes straight at it.

Nan Heng used Jiaozang to block the sword move, Xiao Tingxun had quenched the water-type spiritual flow on the dust.

Fan Luo, the first head of Guchen Pavilion, topped the list of combat power in the world of cultivating immortals for a hundred years. Until now, he is still respected as the ceiling of combat power in the world of cultivating immortals.

The two of them retreated a few steps after being hit, and almost hit the stone platform behind them.

Fan Luo's spiritual flow was domineering, and hit the heart of the two of them suddenly, and both spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Zhou Gan was even more proud. When he raised his hand, Fan Luo had neatly received Ji Ling, and put both hands in the scabbard behind him.

Leaping forward, he stretched out his hand to pick up the two of them, and from the secret room, he threw them out of the dormitory. Both of them fell into the courtyard.

Zhou Gan walked out with a smile, stood under the eaves, and looked at the two of them: "Come on, Mr. Yuqing, and this... this little trash, my courtyard is spacious, let's fight here."

After he finished speaking, Fan Luo seemed to have received an order, and the lonely spirit sacrificed, and the flames soared towards the two of them, and the flames burned the sky, reflecting the dark night into a fiery red.

Nan Heng and Xiao Tingxun staggered up from the ground, and dodged to the sides at the moment when the flames came. The flames burned between the two of them, and they poured the cement and covered it with thick bluestone slabs. A terrible deep ditch burned in the ground.

The bluestone in the ditch turned into powder and was scorched black.

This is, Earth Fiend Raging Fire, a unique secret technique created by Vatican.

It is said that people from the heavens came to search for the fragments of the sky-replenishing stone that was lost in the mortal world, which is now the Lingshou stone. Maintain the peaceful coexistence of the human world and the demon world.

Xiao Tingxun's sword hand that was holding the dust was trembling, but he gritted his teeth, and the moment Fan Luo made another move, he rushed to meet Nan Heng before he could.

He couldn't let Nan Heng and Fan Luo face each other. If the seal of the water unicorn was broken, the old ghost Zhou Qian would take its heart and kill it without mercy.

The Earth Fiend fire consumes a lot of spiritual power. He is betting that with Zhou Qian's cultivation, it is not easy to support and maintain Fan Luo's burning soul, and it is impossible to use the Earth Fiend Fire again in a short period of time.

He poured his vigorous spiritual flow into the dust continuously, and met Fan Luo's fierce and domineering ultimate move.

Nan Heng's whole heart tugged, he wanted to step forward to help, but Xiao Tingxun scolded him to retreat.

The wind in the ears was cold and harsh, and the confrontation between Ran Chen and Ji Ling, the powerful spiritual flow duel broke out with shocking power.

Xiao Tingxun's pure blue spiritual flow and Fan Luo's red spiritual current were entangled in one place, and the huge impact knocked him down to the ground, and he staggered back several steps.

"Master! Are you alright?" Nan Heng stepped forward to support him.

Xiao Tingxun shook his head, gasped a few times and looked at him: "Go to the Second Elder and the others, take them away first."

"What about you?" Nan Heng suddenly became nervous.

"I..." Bright red blood flowed out from Xiao Tingxun's wrist supporting Ranchen, staining his green sleeves red.

At this time, his face was pale, with a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but his gaze towards Nan Heng was still calm and composed.

He said: "I held Zhou Gan back, you guys are out... give me a signal."

Nan Heng's hand on his shoulder did not let go.

"No, I won't go." His tone was firm, and as he spoke, he poured the purple spiritual flow into the horn.

"During this journey, Master has protected me so many times. Now, it's time for me to protect Master."

After saying that, he held his horns and hid in front of Xiao Tingxun, receiving a heavy blow from Fan Luo.

The purple spiritual flow collided with the red spiritual flow entwined by the blade of Fanluo Jiling, sparks flew, and Nan Heng was slapped backward with a huge momentum.

"Nan Heng, come back!"

Xiao Tingxun suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, covered his aching chest, and rushed forward again holding Ranchenfu.

The two fought side by side, neither of them willing to back down.

Zhou Gan changed his moves in his hands, and he seemed to be getting more courageous as he fought. He looked at the two people who were gradually cooperating with each other, scratched his chin, and narrowed his eyes.

"It seems that someone from Zhou underestimated you."

More blood splattered from the palm of his hand, and Zhou Qian continued to pour the blood on the dagger, his eyes gradually became dark and terrifying.

Fan Luo's strength increased rapidly with the increasing amount of blood on the dagger.

The two swords of Ji Ling staggered and staggered, and fierce and powerful flames burst out from the blade, like a dragon out of hell, and rushed towards the two of them again.

Zhou Qian actually resorted to the fierce fire of earth evil again.

Chi Yan was approaching menacingly, and the two were about to retreat when Zhou Gan threw a sleeve arrow from his sleeve and charged towards Xiao Tingxun.

Nan Heng's face changed, and he flew in front of Xiao Tingxun.

Chi Yan followed closely, burning everything with a destructive aura, and charged toward Nanheng.

"you……"

Xiao Tingxun's lips trembled, he stared at the approaching Lie Yan, trying to push Nan Heng who was hugging him away.

But he didn't know whether it was the relapse of his old wrist injury, or Nan Heng hugged him too tightly, but he couldn't push him away.

There was a strong wind blowing in his ears, and he heard Nan Heng's low, muffled groan, and all the sleeve arrows had been sunk into Nan Heng's vest.

There is a blazing red in front of my eyes, I don't know if it is blood or the raging fire.

Xiao Tingxun gritted his teeth, and lifted his bloody right hand with great effort, forming a protective barrier for the two of them.

However, how could the Earth Fiend Raging Fire be able to resist it in his current state.

The enchantment was hit by the fire dragon and cracked instantly, no matter how much spiritual power he poured into it, it couldn't support it.

Boom, it broke!

The blazing fire dragon swept towards him, Nan Heng gritted his teeth to resist the severe pain in his back, and only hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

He knew that with his current state, he might really not be able to survive, so he could only take a gamble based on the law of the protagonist's golden body being indestructible.

Behind him, there was a loud noise coming from the fire of the Earth Fiend. Nan Heng could even feel the sparks passing by his side, swept by the strong wind, and dissipated in the air after passing by him.

Then, he noticed the cold murderous intent rising from Xiao Tingxun's body.

"Master?"

He relaxed some strength carefully, and the moment he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of a slender and tall figure in light blue.

That was the figure belonging to Murong Qing.

The fierce fire from the earth and the flames spread across the sky, instantly devouring Murong Qing's soul, and at this moment, Murong Qing's soul burst out with dazzling light.

The more light shines, it will counterattack and suppress the fierce fire of the earth.

The flames dissipated, and Nan Heng saw Zhou Qian's gradually dull face.

But Murong Qing's soul was slowly cracking.

He turned around erratically, and smiled at Nan Heng and Xiao Tingxun.

When Nan Heng saw his gentle and warm eyes, the faint light dimmed.

"Little Ah Xun, we meet again." He said to Xiao Ting Xun.

"Before... I was unconscious all the time. I wanted to find you, but I was afraid that you would come to me..."

"Hey, who is the little friend next to you?"

Xiao Tingxun clenched his pale, almost transparent hands into fists, and he clenched his lower lip. His usually cold phoenix eyes only stared at Murong Qing, but he never answered his words.

"Oh," Murong Qing bent his eyes, tilted his head to look at Nan Heng for a moment, and seemed to suddenly realize, "Have you accepted an apprentice?"

"..."

"What's your name?" This was asking Nan Heng.

Nan Heng replied to him: "Back to Master, disciple Nan Heng is now Master's apprentice."

"Not bad," Murong Qing still smiled, "I can feel relieved."

"Give me...greetings to the sect master and fellow seniors..."

As he spoke, Fan Luo screamed and attacked again behind him.

Murong Qing frowned suddenly, unexpectedly caught the Silent Spirit Sword directly with his split hand.

But his soul couldn't hold it any longer, and his figure became thinner and thinner, as if it was about to disperse when a gust of wind blew.

"Xiao Ah Xun, you just...don't want to say a word to me?"

Xiao Tingxun had blue veins in his hands, he gritted his teeth, but still refused to answer.

"Master..."

Nan Heng took a deep breath and gently held his hand.

Xiao Tingxun trembled suddenly, and the ice in his eyes gradually melted away.

His cold lips trembled, and he softly uttered a sentence: "I'm sorry..."

I'm sorry, Murong Qing, it's my lack of ability, I haven't been able to do what you entrusted to me so far.

Murong Qing smiled suddenly, phantom rushed towards him, and gently hugged Xiao Tingxun.

The wind whispered softly in his ear, and Xiao Tingxun heard him say: "Perhaps, the one who should say I'm sorry is me..."

The soul is gone.

The night was silent, as if nothing had happened just now.

Nan Heng moved his fingers, and suddenly felt something extra in his palm.

He opened his hand, and saw a small white bead emitting soft light, lying quietly in the palm of his hand.

This is the memory pearl formed after condensing the memory, break it with spiritual power, and you can see the memory condensed by the master.

Murong Qing left a memory of her own for him?

"Ouch! Cough cough!"

There was a violent coughing sound.

Nan Heng suddenly came back to his senses, but he saw that beside him, Xiao Tingxun was no longer there.

Not far away, a cyan figure flashed sharply, followed by Ranchen's sword light flashing past Senhan, aiming at Zhou Gan's heart.

"Master!"

Nan Heng dashed over and stopped Xiao Tingxun.

He tightly held the sword edge, blood flowed down from the palm of his hand, trickling into a thread, winding along his wrist and flowing into the sleeve of his robe.

"Wake up! People like Zhou Gan are not worth your while!"

But Xiao Tingxun couldn't listen.

He forcibly overdraws his spiritual power to use Ranchen, his heart can no longer hold on, and the blood keeps gushing out of his mouth, which cannot be stopped at all.

There was a tight pain in the chest, and Murong Qing's gentle voice was next to his ears: I am the one who should say I'm sorry...

no……

not like this.

Murong Qing, he has nothing to apologize for!

If Murong Qing was really wrong, what about him?

What is it that he insists on and waits for? !

Murong Qing why? !

Whether it was then or now, just leave as soon as you say, and never look back at him!