: villain disqualification

Jin Guangyao panted slightly and looked at the person who came, dressed in white, but it was Su She who chose to stay after being coerced and lured by him that day.

Su She stretched out his hand to pull him up from the ground, Jin Guangyao felt a little embarrassed to be so embarrassed in front of his subordinates, but the surrounding murderous corpses swarmed up again.

Jin Guangyao hurriedly slashed at the surrounding corpses with hatred and majesty, while saying: "It's okay... Take care of yourself." It seems that the one who was chopped and rolled all over the ground just now was not him.

"Yes."

The two fought hard and killed many more murderous corpses. After fighting for a long time, the group of murderous corpses were about to be wiped out. Suddenly, Wei Ying wailed bitterly and mournfully, as if in extreme pain and regret. Everyone at the scene was shocked by him, and they all followed the sound and glanced at him. With just one glance, Jin Guangyao's eyes widened.

Sitting on the dirty ground, Wei Wuxian looked in disbelief at Jiang Yanli, whose head had been thrown out and a large amount of blood was gurgling from his throat.

When did she... come? ! ! !

In the chaos, not many people saw it.

Standing in front of Jiang Yanli was a young man holding a blood-stained long sword who was at a loss, backed away in panic, and said as he retreated, "...No, not me, no...I want to kill Wei Wuxian, I want to give My brother's revenge...she pounced on her!"

Wei Wuxian flashed up to him and grabbed his neck. Sect Master Yao waved his sword and shouted, "Evil, let him go!"

Lan Wangji couldn't care less about his demeanor.He pushed away people blocking the way one after another, and ran towards Wei Wuxian.However, before running to half the distance, Wei Wuxian pinched and broke the boy's throat with his bare hands under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Another monk said angrily: "You! You - you exhausted Jiang Fengmian and his wife to death, and now your senior sister is exhausted. You have to blame yourself and dare to blame others! You don't know how to turn around, but continue to kill and injure people. This is an unforgivable crime!"

However, no matter how much abuse and reprimand, Wei Wuxian at this time could not hear it.

As if dominated by another soul, he stretched out his hands, took out two things from his sleeves, and put them together in front of everyone.

The two things were half up and half down, and they merged into one body, making a sharp clang.

Wei Wuxian put it in his palm and held it high.

Yinhu Talisman!

It was as if thousands of horses were galloping, and it was also like a storm. After a strange noise, the Taoist monks who were still standing at the scene felt a chill from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

The resentment on the field was suddenly so strong that it seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, and a cold hand would stretch out from the thick fog at any time, causing people to breathe.

Jin Guangyao took a step back, screaming in the dense fog, weapons clashing constantly, many people in the crowd were so tired that it was difficult to even raise their hands, but they had to cheer up and raise their swords to fight again.

While Jin Guangyao was fighting hard and retreating, he wanted to take advantage of the chaos and escape to save his life. At the same time, he heard Lan Wangji's roar that seemed to have completely lost his mind: "Wei Ying..."

In the chaos, the position of his voice kept changing. It seemed that he was scattered by the ghost soldiers recruited by the Yinhu Talisman, and he could no longer find Wei Ying's position.

While fighting, he still needed luck to resist the yin and evil energy entering his body. Jin Guangyao's feet went limp, and he fell to his knees. He didn't care about Lan Zhan and Wei Ying's entanglement... He was about to leave, but he was born in chaos And another familiar voice was heard in the dense fog, which seemed to be not far away.

Lan Xichen cried out in pain, "Wang Ji! Wang Ji..."

Jin Guangyao was stunned, followed the sound, and there were figures in the thick fog in front of him, but it was not so easy to determine Lan Xichen's figure.

Lan Xichen's voice was also moving, it seemed to be following Lan Wangji, maybe he was trying to squeeze over to have a look... After all, let alone Lan Xichen, it's not like he is with Lan Wangji like this Those who are familiar with him at this time know that Lan Wangji is abnormal today.Moreover, as Lan Wangji's elder brother, Lan Xichen knows that Lan Wangji has a deep affection for Wei Ying, and he has such a stubborn temper... Or is it the telepathy between brothers... He seems to have a premonition Lan Wangji will do something... amazing.

Jin Guangyao waved his sleeves to disperse some of the dense fog in front of him, just in time to see Lan Xichen's figure, and before he could be surprised, he suddenly saw a ghost body riding a tall horse standing behind him. The big knife in Biansheng's hand swung towards Lan Xichen's neck with a cold light, and Lan Xichen, who was only concerned about leaving the cultivator who was fighting with the ghost corpse in front of him, was struggling towards Lan Wangji's side. Unaware of the danger behind him? ! ! !

"Two..." Jin Guangyao didn't have time to shout out a chill on the back of his neck. He didn't know if it was a ghost attack behind him or he was just frightened by seeing Lan Xichen in danger. Under the urging of strength, Hensheng flew out with awe-inspiring domineering arrogance, and deflected the ghost's broadsword that was swung at Lan Xichen, but Lan Xichen knew nothing about what happened behind him, and separated from the people in front of him. After that, the figure moved and disappeared again.

At the same time, a heart-piercing pain came from behind, and Jin Guangyao finally understood what the chill was behind him. The corpse's second attack.

While dodging from side to side unarmed and embarrassed, he stretched his hand over his shoulder to find the wound on his back, feeling wet for a while.

What's more frightening is that the sword that he just exploded out of luck seemed to have exhausted his spiritual and physical strength, and a burst of overwhelming fear suddenly rose in his heart.

To die!

You won't die here today, will you? !

While running away, he glanced in the direction of Lan Xichen just now, he was not there a long time ago, he probably went to find Lan Wangji.Jin Guangyao wanted to call for help, but he couldn't see anything in the chaos. He followed the place where he had just thrown Hate Sheng, and just after a pause, his arm felt cold again, "Ah!!" He was caught by another ghost again. The corpse grabbed it, barely tearing off a large piece of flesh from the left arm.

At this moment, he fell to the ground, with the body of a dead Taoist monk in his hand. He reacted suddenly, picked up the long sword of the corpse, and managed to block it. Then he regained the initiative, and the two A ghost fell to the ground.

He was wounded, fought and retreated, he stood up for a while, suddenly saw a figure flying over his head, Yujian was extremely unstable, but he also stumbled away.

He was just lamenting that at this time, the three waves of murderous corpses who had been killed for so long came down, and there were still people with residual spiritual power to defend the sword. After careful identification, it turned out that it was Lan Wangji who brought Wei Ying who had almost lost his reaction!

Jin Guangyao was taken aback for a moment, then he looked at the thick mist-like mist surrounding him, and suddenly he secretly delighted...

It must be that not many people noticed this scene, otherwise... Gusu Lan's family may also be in a deep whirlpool and cannot be picked.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing at himself.I was seriously injured and my life was still hanging on... I actually worried about the situation of the Gusu Lan family in the Taoist family... I don't know when it started... Standing in Lan Xichen's position to think about him... It seems to have turned into a kind of physical instinct...