boom!
A blow hit the back of Yin Kong's heart.
This was completely beyond Yin Kong's expectations, and he felt a huge force coming from his vest. Although his [Great Strength to Iron Mound Body Protection Sutra] still protected him from internal injuries, his body rushed forward involuntarily. go.
Monk Ruhua laughed, grabbed Yinkong's Nine-Dragon Tin Staff with his upper hand, and raised his foot horizontally, hitting Yinkong's lower abdomen...
"Go to hell!"
boom-
Yin Kong snorted, he could no longer hold the weapon in his hand, and was kicked out like a shell that had been unloaded.
The densely packed fake monks on the periphery were directly swept away, and with a bang, they smashed into the side hall next to it. The pillars of the hall were broken for a while, the houses collapsed, and there was a cloud of smoke and dust.
Monk Ruhua threw away the big Zen staff in the other hand, and shook the newly obtained Nine Dragons tin staff in his hand. The staff, which was as thick as a small tree branch, was holding his big hand. Qianjin, the Zen staff is carved into a dragon, the tail of the staff is the dragon tail, like a gun like an awl, the direction of the dragon head is divided into nine, the nine dragon heads are bent outward, and each dragon has a gold ring in its mouth. There was a loud noise.
Ruhua held it in her hand, and couldn't help shouting loudly: "Good baby!"
Then he smashed it to the ground, bang—
The golden light spread, and the ground within a radius of more than ten feet was cracked, sinking down to a depth of nearly half a foot, and the surrounding fake monks were suddenly knocked down.
Hahaha…
Amid wild laughter, Monk Ruhua smashed his Zen stick to the ground again...
boom!
Hundreds of fake monks who hadn't stood up were directly blown up from the ground, bald all over the sky, dancing and screaming...
Ruhua had a great time playing, the Kowloon tin stick kept throwing back and forth, hundreds of fake monks flew up and down, but after a few ups and downs, all of them were silent, and they were shocked to death by Ruhua monk .
The monks farther away were already so frightened that they flew back, not daring to approach within the distance of ten feet.
Ru Hua's violence, of course, also affected Ye Qingxuan and Nie Xingxie.
The moment Yin Kong was knocked into the air, Fa Can pulled back and Nie Xingxie chased and killed him.
On the other side, Ye Qingxuan noticed that although the fake monks around suffered heavy losses, none of them turned around and ran for their lives. There will be emotions of fear and cowardice, but instead of this, they are all staring at their group sternly, besieging and not attacking, full of confidence, which makes Ye Qingxuan feel even more inappropriate.
At this moment, he turned his head and saw that Ruhua was holding a Tang monk's Zen stick in her hand, smashing the ground violently, and couldn't help shouting: "Stop making trouble, something is wrong, hurry up and find Meng Lao Liu, let's retreat!"
As soon as the words fell, a figure suddenly jumped down from the main hall directly in front of him, and came straight towards his group.
"Meng Lao Liu..."
Ye Qingxuan was pleasantly surprised, but felt something was wrong as soon as the words came out.
As soon as Meng Yuanyun fell to the ground, he staggered twice, fell to the ground with a sound of a crack, and a bloodstain fainted from his chest...
At this moment, Ye Qingxuan felt a buzzing sound in his mind, and then the whole world slowed down.
Meng Yuanjun's painful expression, firm eyes, fixedly staring at himself, his right hand tightly covering his left chest, the position of his heart, blood overflowing...
That is the position of the heart, that is the sword that pierces the heart, just like the sword that pierced yourself and master back then!
"Ah Yuan!"
Nie Xingxie was taken aback. He forced Fa Can back with a few sword strikes, turned around and rushed towards him. With a flash of sword light, several fake monks who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity were thrown flying to death while clutching their throats.
"Old Six!"
Both Ye Qingxuan and Ruhua's expressions changed drastically, and they flew forward from both sides.
At this moment, Meng Yuanyun fell into Nie Xingxie's arms, blood spewed out desperately from his chest, his face was frighteningly pale, looking at the crowd, he only said one sentence: "There is... an ambush, let's go..."
Then the throat gurgled twice, and when he tilted his head, he lost his breath.
"Ah Yuan!!!"
Nie Xingxie almost went crazy on the spot. Seeing his brother dying in his arms, he was so crazy that he almost wanted to kill everyone in front of him!
The same emotion also appeared in Ye Qingxuan and Ruhua's heart!
"Brother! This is impossible..." Ru Hua let out a mournful cry, and threw herself on Meng Yuanyun.
"Damn it, get the hell out of here!"
Ye Qingxuan's blood surged up, and he swept away Ruhua and Nie Xingxie, and shouted, "Protect me!"
After speaking, he went up and printed his palm on Meng Yuanyun's heart...
"Yezi, you are crazy!"
Ruhua shouted in horror—
Nie Xingxie held the long sword, and wanted to find Ye Qingxuan desperately, but he only took a step forward, and suddenly gave himself a mouthful. The original violent breath calmed down immediately, and he stared around with red eyes, and said in a deep voice: " The big battle is coming, you do your best, and Ruhua and I will help you..."
"Hahaha… "
Amidst a burst of wild laughter, Master Wan Xing floated down from the outside of the arena, looked at the few people in the arena full of murderous intent, and said proudly: "Save people? Hahaha, save, save. I want to see, I got hit!" This heart-severing sword, who else can survive."
Ru Hua and Nie Xingxie stared at Master Wan Xing gloomily, as if they were looking at a dead person.
Snapped!
Ye Qingxuan's second palm slapped Meng Yuanyun's heart, and the internal force of the [Life] department of [Eternal and Everlasting Spring Immortality] was poured in. Meng Yuanyun's body trembled, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth...
Master Wan Xing snorted coldly, and said slowly: "This sword broke his heart, and he ran here again, his blood surging. It is a miracle to be able to see you alive. You thought you would be able to recover power?"
Snapped!
The third palm falls...
Wow-
Meng Yuanjun opened his eyes suddenly, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Master Wan Xing was taken aback, stared at all this with wide eyes, exclaimed, then his expression fell back, and he smiled and said: "Longer, you brothers can leave a last word..."
Nie Xingxie said calmly, "Shut up, a smart person must learn to shut up."
Master Wan Xing narrowed his eyes, and said in a dark voice, "For you? Hmph, do you think you have a chance to get out of here alive?"
huh huh—
There was a sound of clothes ripping through the air, and several figures descended from the sky.
The first two, one is as graceful as a butterfly, swinging a folding fan in hand, and the other is dressed in a Confucian robe, with straw sandals on her hair, and her breasts exposed. , there are more than 20 people beside the two, all of them are masters of the magic sect, with super strong breath, and they all have innate middle and late cultivation bases.
Hahaha…
With the same weird laughter, Sun Xianru said wildly: "Ye Qingxuan, Meng Yuanyun, can't you think of it? You also have today?"
"Flower Fairy" Ning Kan folded a folding fan, slid his left hand across a scar on his cheek, and said in a gloomy voice: "Brother Sun, if you can capture Ye Qingxuan alive later, can you leave him to my younger brother? Take revenge for this disfigurement?"
Back then, Ning Kanzhe was injured by Ye Qingxuan's hands, leaving a sword mark on the face that he cared most about, which he regarded as a great shame and humiliation.
"No problem!" Sun Xianru showed a weird smile on his face, "As long as I have a good time first, I will give it to you!"
Sun Xianru has a habit of breaking sleeves, and he likes the most handsome young master the most.
Master Wan Xing laughed loudly, came forward to greet him, cupped his hands in salute and said, "Several holy envoys are here, please forgive me for my negligence!"
Sun Xianru smiled and said, "Where is the Venerable Master, the Holy Master promises to be very happy with such a great gift."
The evil group laughed.
At this time, Monk Yinkong was supported by someone and came over, staring at Monk Ruhua in the arena, and said solemnly: "You holy envoys must help me kill that monk, and take back the Nine Dragons Tin Staff."
Sun Xianru glanced at Ruhua and said, "Master, don't worry, we will surely make your wish come true!"
"Then now..."
"Now? Watching a show... I want to see how Ye Qingxuan can save his brother!" Sun Xianru replied lightly with an expression of looking forward to the show.
"That's right!" Ning Kanzhe continued: "Everyone come and see, Ye Qingxuan watched his brother die, what kind of expression should Ye Qingxuan have, haha..."
The group of evil spirits surrounded Ye Qingxuan and the four of them from all sides, making it difficult to fly.
At this moment, Ruhua and Nie Xingxie were guarding the center of the field, watching the group of demons closely.
At this time, the masters of the magic sect had decided Ye Qingxuan and others, believing that they would never escape, so they simply watched the excitement, and saw Ye Qingxuan and his grief-stricken expressions, they were very happy.
Nie Xingxie's eyes were never colder than before, and he whispered in a voice that only Ye Qingxuan could hear: "[Liuyun Piercing Heart Sword Technique], only the 'ghost sword' Yan Wuchang can hurt Ah Yuan." Then he turned his head and shouted at Ye Qingxuan: "The sword enters from under the third rib, passes through the left ventricle, and cuts off a main blood vessel, half an inch above the wound, three inches deep..."
Without hesitation, Ye Qingxuan signaled Meng Yuanyun not to speak. With a single finger, fine ice formed on the fingertips, transforming the sword energy of [Taiyi Frost Sword], following Meng Yuanyun's wound, and flying into Meng Yuanyun's heart...
hiss-
Meng Yuanjun took a breath of cold air, straightened his body abruptly, then slowly relaxed, and when he exhaled again, it was as if he was in the deep winter, with a heavy breath.
Ye Qingxuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said in a low voice: "Your blood vessels have been frozen by me, but it only temporarily slows down the blood flow, and it is not completely frozen, otherwise you will die due to insufficient blood supply. But this It can only keep you alive for half an hour..."
"Half an hour...you have more time to save me!"
Meng Yuanyun was finally able to speak freely, and with Ye Qingxuan's support, he stood up slowly.
This time, everyone in Momen was taken aback.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I was stabbed in the heart, and I can still stand up. It seems that the skill of this doer is still a bit low!" Sun Xianru couldn't help sighing, and the group of demons shook their heads and sighed together.
Among the crowd, only Master Wan Xing was the most surprised, because others didn't know who was doing it, but he knew that this sword was the masterpiece of "Ghost Sword" Yan Wuchang, and even Yan Wuchang couldn't kill this person with one sword, It's absolutely unbelievable.
Ye Qingxuan patted Meng Yuanyun's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Stop talking nonsense, in half an hour, as long as you escape from here, I will have a way to let you continue to live!"
Meng Yuanyun glanced around and sighed, "It's a bit difficult!"
Ye Qingxuan asked in surprise: "When did our brothers do things without difficulty?"