In the arena, the three heaven-level powerhouses looked at each other, their faces sank, they increased their speed to the extreme, forcibly pushed away the people around them with their aura, and approached Leng Ya in a triangular encirclement. After the three of them joined the battle group, they were bound to win, but they didn't expect that they would always be led by the nose under Leng Ya's incomparable speed and always just right concealment, and they were already extremely angry.
There is no mediocrity in the Northern Emperor Sect, and every opponent around Leng Ya is a well-deserved strong man, which is by no means comparable to that of ordinary samurai guards or palace guards. The weight of the pressure he was under, how many dangers he was accompanied by every minute and every second, and how many times he brushed past death, only he himself knew clearly. He has already been hit by three palms and four swords, half of his body is stained with blood, he can't feel the pain in his body, he can't feel the chaos in his internal organs, only the feeling of weakness that is getting heavier and heavier, he can't resist, that completely ignores He wanted to kill more people, and his obsession supported him. For the others, he has ignored them all. Death is not scary to him at all. Only pity... pity that he didn't fulfill the entrustment Ye Wuchen entrusted to him... didn't take Ping Er out...
Three mountainous auras pressed towards him from three directions, the world in front of him suddenly became dark, and he made a backward posture, trying to avoid it at the same time.
The three of them approached at the same time, Leng Ya's retreating body suddenly rushed forward, facing the power of the overwhelming flame soul, and rushed straight to one of the heavenly powerhouses, the speed at that moment reached his body limit.
Everyone present was shocked, and several people shouted directly. He suddenly changed from retreating to lightning forward, which was beyond everyone's expectations. Leng Ya's body collided fiercely with the sky-level strong man he was facing, a flame soul force passed by his back, and the other two bombarded him at the same time...
Leng Ya's world was in an uproar, and his eyes became distracted and lifeless at this moment. His expression showed no pain, no desolation and unwillingness. A mouthful of blood spurted fiercely onto the face of the person in front of him. In front of the heaven-level strongman who collided with him, a blood-stained emerald blade tip appeared on his back.
"Zi...Elder Zi!" All the people present shouted in shock, even Yan Cang, who had been extremely calm all this time, and the four old men behind him were also shocked. Leng Ya's body was thrown far away by a strong force, and he lay on his back on the ground without making a sound, only in his hand, he was still tightly holding the Broken Wind Blade that he never left his body. This is his murder weapon, one of Feng Chaoyang's weapons back then, and the only thing Feng Chaoyang left him. Even if you die, you will never leave your body.
At this moment, they ignored the life and death of Leng Ya, who had completely lost the threat, and flocked to the old man whose heart was pierced by Leng Ya, shouting in confusion. Ping'er's face was as pale as paper, and she threw herself on Leng Ya, shaking his body desperately... She finally had the chance to touch his body again, but now he could only keep his eyes wide open. Looking at the sky and not seeing her...
"Wood! Leng Ya! Get up... get up! Don't die, I won't let you die, if you die, who will take me out... You said you would take me out." Ping'er grabbed his clothes , Shouting heart-piercingly, before she knew it, she felt tears dripping down her eyes. She was crying... Even she herself didn't understand why her tears wanted to rush down so uncontrollably.
Looking at Leng Ya who was covered in blood and didn't respond, Ping'er turned around abruptly and knelt in Yancang's direction: "Uncle Cang, please save him... Ping'er begs you to save him...you can ask It's fine to take Ping'er's life or his cultivation, please don't let him die..."
Yan Cang's eyes swept over Leng Ya's body, although his breath was not broken for the time being, his vitality was gone, without them doing anything, just a short time later, he would have no vitality at all. His eyes shifted to Ping'er, and in silence, a little astonishment and astonishment appeared on his face, wondering why she would put on such a gesture to intercede for him, and he said flatly: "Dare to break into my North Emperor. Zong, he should have realized this moment long ago. Ping'er, go back with me right away, I can still keep you, if you persist like this... Alas, he is a member of the evil sect after all, when the time comes, the Northern Emperor Sect will punish you because of him. And I can't stand you."
"No... Uncle Cang... Uncle Cang, you have also seen that he is so powerful... You usually cherish talents as much as your life. If he can join the Northern Emperor Sect... I. I will definitely be able to persuade him to work for the Northern Emperor Sect. I beg you to spare him and save him, okay?" Ping Er desperately shook her head, begging and shouting.
Yan Cang raised his brows and sighed secretly: "If you really think so, then you have misread him. This is a person who will not kneel even if his legs are broken unless he is voluntary. Absolutely not. Will betray his original master... Ping'er, you are still young, I can't bear to ruin you just like that, if that's the case, let you give up earlier."
He stretched out his right hand and waved it in the air. A long iron sword on the ground flew up from the ground and was absorbed into his hand. With a flip of his wrist, the long sword immediately drew a line of cold light and pierced towards Leng Ya's throat.
The sword flew away with a sharp whistling, but the moment the long sword was released, Yan Cang's pupils shrank violently, and a panicked cry was about to burst out from his chest...
Chi...
The long sword entered his body, and the pierced body choked back Yan Cang's about-to-exit cry. How powerful is his strength at the heavenly level, and it is not easy for Leng Ya in his prime to dodge this casually thrown sword. And with the strength of the mid-level Ping'erling class, it is even more impossible to capture its flight path. But the moment the long sword left his hand, he watched helplessly as the long sword piercing towards Leng Ya's throat was blocked by a body pounced in front of him, Yan Cang didn't react at all to her speed at that moment...
The sword passed through Ping'er's left chest, directly piercing her heart. Her fragile body was not enough to completely restrain the sword's momentum. The direction of the knife changed slightly under the blocking. It didn't hit Leng Ya's throat, but slanted downward, piercing fiercely into his left shoulder, straight into the bone.
A sword tightly connected a half-kneeling body with a body lying there. Blood flowed along the sword, from top to bottom, from the back of Ping Er, and fell into the cold cliff along the sword body. over the left shoulder. mixed with his blood.
The stabbing pain caused Leng Ya, whose consciousness had almost completely collapsed, to regain his slight sobriety. Through his slack pupils, he saw the sword in a blur, saw clearly the one blocking his body, and his heart was pierced by the sword. screen.
Yan Cang was stunned, and the expressions of the four old men behind him were also slightly disturbed. Yancang took a step forward, sighed and said: "Ping'er, why are you bothering?"
"Please... save him..."
The heart is the most vulnerable part of the human body. If an ordinary person's heart is pierced by a sharp weapon, he will die immediately. Although Ping'er has considerable cultivation and can persist longer than ordinary people, but her heart has been pierced, and she has stepped into the door of death. There is no chance of survival. Her consciousness was drifting, and her vision became more and more blurred. With a voice as weak as a mosquito, she slowly said: "Uncle Cang... Please... save him..."
Yan Cang feels guilty in his heart, but he is not an emotional person after all, and he will not give up his principles because of guilt. He closed his eyes with pain on his face, and said in a shameful voice: "I have no children in my life, and you have always been my half daughter, Ping'er, you can go with peace of mind..."
His voice stopped abruptly, his brows furrowed sharply, the eyes of the four people behind him and the dozens of people around him became gloomy and astonished, staring fixedly at Ping Er's direction.
Behind her, the originally lifeless Leng Ya straightened up slowly while trembling. His movements were extremely slow and looked extremely difficult, as if a gust of wind could blow him down again. go down. The sword that pierced his shoulder had been detached from his shoulder at some point, but the blade had never moved, but he was holding it tightly with his left hand, because as soon as he moved the sword, it was pierced into the screen of his heart. There is a possibility of immediate death.
When his head was raised, two scarlet rays of light were like the terrifying eyes of a demon, radiating a creepy cold blood glow under the night. Everyone's eyes were forcibly attracted by an irresistible force, and they focused on these eyes at the same time, and when these eyes appeared, a murderous aura full of endless resentment and sadness was like a sudden storm, Cut everyone's heart.
Something called trembling grew and swelled in everyone's heart in an instant... and then the legend of these eyes condensed into something called panic.
"Blood Killing Demon Eyes!" Yan Cang lowered his brows. Leng Ya once opened the blood-killing magic eyes at the Tianchen Mowu Conference, and used the blade of the void to instantly kill Yanzheng. Everyone in the Northern Emperor Sect knows about this. At this moment, it was the first time he saw the blood-killing demon pupils, but Ren would call out its name without any hesitation when he saw these eyes for the first time. Even he felt an icy chill all over his body when he faced these eyes.
"Blood Killing Demon Eyes..."
"This should be the blood-killing demon pupil!"
"He is clearly on the verge of death, why... the blood-killing magic pupil, is it really as scary as in the legend? Be careful!"
"Is it because I'm about to die...or is it because of Ping'er? Anyway, today I want to see what changes will happen after I open the blood-killing eyes... Don't be too nervous. Could it be that there are only a few of us here and we can't deal with one of them? Blood Killing Demon Eyes?"
The four old men behind Yancang all made low voices, and their openings also showed that there was a lot of turmoil in their peaceful hearts. At the same time, under the murderous aura that made them secretly frightened, they all raised their spirits secretly, and prepared themselves with all their strength without any reservations.
Unlike the first time he opened his blood-killing demon pupils in the midst of endless resentment and unwillingness, this time, what he felt was a kind of endless despair, endless resentment, and the pain in his heart that seemed to be pierced by countless blood knives. Endless pain.
He didn't attack like a runaway demon, but lightly held Ping'er's body with his hands, as if he was touching a blister that would break if he touched it. Looking at her already bloodless face, feeling her irretrievable vitality, a drop of scarlet liquid dripped from his left eye, fell on Ping'er's face, along her body The cheek slid down lightly, pulling out a trace of blood.