The person fell to the ground and died, and Chu Qing had a chance to see who she was. With a glance, Chu Qing was a little disappointed. It was Huiming, the elder of the Quanzhen Sect who taught the martial arts.
Not anyone from the Li family. Mother Ye used her own life as bait to help Chu Qing win this opportunity. In exchange for such a result, Chu Qing felt a bit at a loss.
But now is not the time to worry about this. Something happened to Huiming, and two people close to her were already chasing her. Chu Qing had the long sword in his hand. It was not that he didn't run, but that he couldn't run anymore.
The person came in front of him, and his shot was a Changhong. It was Wudao. He was the only one who knew Taoism and had spiritual energy. Chu Qing raised his long sword and headed towards Changhong, preparing to fight against Wudao.
Another person jumped out of the shuttle grass next to him. Chu Qing was startled and felt uncomfortable as he felt attacked from both sides. Then there was a gunshot, and Xiaoyu arrived.
Chu Qing was overjoyed, Wangchuan defeated Wudaoren's Changhong, forcing Wudaoren to temporarily avoid the edge. Chu Qing took the opportunity to exchange places with Xiao Yu, and then left Xiao Yu dragging Wudao Ren.
He chased towards Ye Mu. Although Huiming died here and a Wu Taoist was dragged along, there were still three people on Ye Mu's side, and the situation was not optimistic.
Ye's mother was the focus of the audience at the moment, and everyone moved with her. Li Yan was closest to Ye's mother and was chasing closely behind Ye's mother. Now both of them were completely exposed.
There was also Chu Qing. He was in a hurry to help Ye Mu, so he didn't care about being secretive. He cast spells and floated over the shuttle grass all the way, which seemed to be a bit aboveboard.
However, in such a dangerous situation, being fair and aboveboard means that he is a living target and a target for others to attack and hunt, and Chu Qing does have this intention.
The situation has evolved to this point, and everyone has no way out. Either win or die. This is not a multiple-choice question, because everyone has only one answer.
Chu Qing's choice ushered in the cruelest result. Before he could reach Ye Mu, someone suddenly rushed out from the dense shuttle grass and gave Chu Qing a fatal blow.
The person coming was none other than Zhang Xuyang, a sinister man who Chu Qing tried to kill several times, but Chu Qing had no time to resist him in a hurry and was stamped on the chest by Zhang Xuyang's palm.
What Chu Qing was most worried about broke out. The three Poison Element Marks on his chest exploded instantly. Chu Qing felt a chill in his heart and rushed to Tianling Gai. He vomited blood and staggered back.
Zhang Xuyang smiled sinisterly and approached Chu Qing, clutching his stomach and limping. His injury had not healed yet, and blood was still oozing out.
But his external injuries were much better than Chu Qing's. At this moment, Chu Qing's body was in a complete mess. After the poison element mark exploded, there was an unparalleled amount of cold power.
It hit Chu Qing's whole body in an instant, filling every inch of Chu Qing's meridians. Chu Qing used all his spiritual energy to protect the meridians with all his strength, but the effect was minimal. The cold aura was still eating away at Chu Qing's vitality bit by bit.
When the vitality was completely eroded, leaving Chu Qing with only death. This cold aura was particularly strange. Chu Qing tried to drive it away with spiritual energy, but it had no effect.
However, Chu Qing immediately discovered something that was good news, that is, as his vitality was depleted, the cold aura was also depleting, just like ice and fire neutralizing each other.
However, judging from the current situation, the vitality in Chu Qing's body is obviously not enough to neutralize this aura, and Chu Qing will definitely die by then.
Chu Qing smiled helplessly, leaning on his sword as a crutch, and looked at Zhang Xuyang walking towards him. He still had a huge problem.