Xianjun, please calm down

Da Zhuang knocked on the wall of the clock and said loudly, "Sect Master! Don't let those four people escape! They hurt Xianjun! Kill them quickly!"

Master Qingyang had already seen Hengjian standing in front of the cave. Yu Changqing, whose white robe was stained with blood, his eyeballs turned red instantly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Stand up! Son! Dare!"

Those three people left their wounded companions behind, turned around and started to run backwards, Master Qingyang was so angry that his heart and lungs burst with hatred, how could they be allowed to escape, under the furious sweep of the long sword, the snow-bright sword light wiped out the darkening sky Lit up.

He slammed his sword in anger, and although the three of them resisted with all their strength, they were still pushed back a long way. They clutched their injured chests, trying to take advantage of the situation to escape, but they didn't want to be behind and sideways. Qingyue's two long howls sounded again, and Master Qingyang's strength pierced through the sound, the sound vibrated Lin Yue, and shouted: "Sword!"

Before the words were finished, a fiery sword qi blatantly blocked their retreat, and the three joined forces again, but they were kicked back like a ball, each spit out blood.

Another sword light like autumn water followed, and the three of them were unable to dodge in time. One of the little sect masters was pushed out by two companions, and his chest was cut open by a sword. It was Elder Gurong who arrived.

This is much more bloody than Yu Changqing just now. After all, Yu Changqing's spiritual root belongs to ice, and the man just now became an ice sculpture, and there was never a lot of blood sprayed - you are my obsession - spilled out, and it was too late to scream , and at this time, the little suzerain let out a scream, blood sprayed on his chest, after falling to the ground, he didn't die for a while, but the scream gradually became quieter.

The remaining two people who were standing were surrounded by the face of the Guiyuanzong master and the two elders who were as pale as frost. Coupled with the heart-piercing screams of their companions on the ground, they were even legged. They trembled involuntarily.

The only remaining little suzerain tremblingly said: "Deacon Huang, you have made me wait so hard!"

That Deacon Huang didn't speak, so why didn't he regret it, he put his life into it for a great achievement, but that's what cultivators do, they use their lives to fight for their cultivation, to support the courageous to death, to starve to death the timid, lucky to be alive, Death is life!

Da Zhuang shouted again: "The thief next to him in the foundation building period wants to run away! Don't let him run away! It's the letter he reported!"

The yellow-robed cultivator who went to report the news saw that the situation was not good, and just wanted to take advantage of the fact that the people of Gui Yuanzong were all focused on the big head, and wanted to escape quietly, but Da Zhuang yelled at him. No longer hiding, directly jumping to the distance.

However, as soon as he took a step, he was stopped by a sword light. The sword was held by a female cultivator. She had an ordinary appearance and a thin figure, but her sword was fierce and full of sword intent. It was hard to imagine that such a thin The young girl, her sword intent was actually "violent". She was the one who comprehended the sword intent by relying on Yu Changqing's sword at the Jianjian Peak, and was accepted by Elder Gu Rong as Su Mantong.

Elder Gurong glanced over there and didn't care anymore. Although this disciple of hers is not a Heavenly Spiritual Root, he has a strong comprehension, a persevering temperament and is willing to endure hardships. The hard work of cultivation even makes her feel ashamed. But that yellow-robed cultivator was no match for her at all.

Although Su Mantong is taciturn, she has clear grievances and grievances. She has relied on Elder Hanyang to comprehend the sword intent, and she has always been grateful. Every time she sees Elder Hanyang, no matter what the occasion, she must salute. Here, Elder Hanyang is also a mentor, and his status may be comparable to his own.

Although it was a distance away, the cultivator had sharp ears and eyesight. Elder Gu Rong could see beads of sweat on the disciple's forehead. Presumably, when she saw the signal, she rushed here with all her might. , will get profusely sweating.

The two disciples over there fought each other, Master Qingyang was anxious to check his junior brother's injuries, he refused to talk nonsense, and directly raised his sword and slashed at the yellow deacon with a non-fancy sword, at the same time, Elder Chi Yun and Elder Gu Rong also moved their hands.

With the three sword cultivators suppressed at the same level, it is no problem to deal with the cultivators of the same level, but in a short while, the only two remaining were killed by Qingfeng, and Yuanshen also lost their lives. They were all scattered, and the yellow-robed deacon who was seriously injured by Yu Changqing before was naturally not forgotten, and was killed by Master Qingyang's sword.

The battle here ended, and Su Mantong just harvested the head of the yellow-robed cultivator. She was still sweating slightly, and her breathing was a little short. She flicked the blood from the tip of the sword, and went up the mountain with her master and master. Go into the hole.

Yu Changqing stood there until he saw all the intruders die with his own eyes, then he suddenly fell to the ground, the flying frost in his hand disappeared, and blood spilled from his tightly pressed lips again.

Da Zhuang kept looking at his back, saw him sitting down, and felt even more heartbroken. He slammed the Xuanwu clock with a "boom", and shouted in a hoarse voice and crying: "Yu Changqing! Yu Ningyu! You give I'll take this shell away!!"

Yu Changqing took a few heavy breaths, raised his hand, and put away the Xuanwu Bell.

Da Zhuang originally threw himself on the wall of the clock, but when the Xuanwu clock disappeared, he lost his support and fell to the ground all at once. For a while, he didn't dare to touch Yu Changqing, who was covered in blood, for fear of touching his wound, he only opened his hands, his eyes were red, and he called helplessly: "Xianjun..."

Daoist Qingyang who had just run over was also taken aback, and didn't care too much, he directly grabbed his junior brother's wrist and probed into the spiritual power. When he probed, he was shocked, his eyes widened and he said: "Junior brother , you...you..."

Yu Changqing relaxed at this moment, couldn't even sit still, and fell directly to the side, Da Zhuang quickly opened his arms to catch him, and said in a trembling voice: "Xianjun, where is your pain?"

Elder Chi Yun and Elder Gu Rong also surrounded him, and said anxiously, "Sect Master, how is Elder Han Yang's injury?"

Elder Chi Yun was straightforward, and he still wondered: "Even if these bastards are suppressed by cultivation bases, five of them together are definitely no match for our Elder Han Yang. How could they hurt him?"

Da Zhuang hugged Yu Changqing's body, and said in a muffled voice, "The Immortal Lord is poisoned, and those people startled him when it was most important for him to suppress the poison..."

Chi Yun and Gu Rong's expressions turned serious, and anger flashed across their faces.

Su Mantong said in a low voice: "The kill is fast, it should be cut a few more times."

Elder Chi Yun said urgently: "Sovereign, what should we do? Elder Hanyang is a spirit body of cold marrow, and what can work on him must not be an ordinary poison. Can the detoxification pill we brought work?"

Master Qingyang had already fed Yu Changqing a high-grade healing pill, but he did not take out the detoxification pill. He raised his hand to cover his forehead, obviously suffering from a splitting headache.