"How can this be!?"
Mr. Xu felt his scalp was numb. This time, he finally understood why Yan Bingyue could become a saint of the White Lotus Sect!
Seeing the Ice Soul Sword piercing his chest, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.
"Little girl, I really underestimate you!"
"But even so, I will accompany you on the road to hell!"
He threw it with his backhand and shot out the dagger in his hand. At the same time, the Ice Soul Sword pierced his chest easily.
Looking at the opponent throwing the dagger with all his strength, even Yan Bingyue's face flashed with a hint of caution.
Without the Ice Soul Sword, how could she withstand the full blow of a seventh-level peak martial artist?
She gritted her teeth, moved quickly, and ran towards the forest.
However, her speed was still a bit slower after all.
Seeing that the dagger was close at hand, a look of determination appeared on Yan Bingyue's cheeks.
She jerked her body to one side, avoiding her vitals.
But the next second, Xu Gong's dagger was like a poisonous snake, piercing deeply into her right shoulder.
The strong power of Qi and blood, like a typhoon, quickly swept through and destroyed her meridians. Yan Bingyue's face turned slightly pale and she froze in place, silently mobilizing the power of Qi and blood in her body to compete with Xu Gong's Qi and blood.
Fortunately, she killed the opponent's leader. As long as the energy and blood on the dagger are resolved, he can help Yang Dong.
In this way, the crisis in Yujiacun can be solved.
Just as she was concentrating on resolving Mr. Xu's energy and blood, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded in the battlefield.
"Jie Jie! The little girl from the White Lotus Sect is quite capable."
"If I were an ordinary seventh-grade peak martial artist, I'm afraid I would really fall into your hands this time!"
"What a pity. I'm afraid my background is deeper than yours!"
The next moment, Xu Gong's figure reappeared intact.
In his hand, he also held a scarecrow that was split into two pieces.
"You are already proud of yourself for being able to force me to use a substitute boy."
"But facing me, you have no choice but to accept your fate!"
As soon as these words came out, Yan Bingyue's closed eyes suddenly widened. She stared at Mr. Xu, with strong fear in her eyes.
How can this be! ?
His Ice Soul Sword clearly locked onto the opponent's energy and blood, so why could he avoid it?
And that stand-in boy, she had never even heard of similar tricks!
"Who are you?"
Yan Bingyue's tone was cold, revealing an eternal chill.
Xu Gong didn't seem to be in a hurry to take action, but casually untied his gown, revealing dozens of scarecrows inside.
"Little girl, you are not qualified to know my identity."
"If your leader comes, you might be able to guess my identity."
"I have prepared a lot of escape skills. There are a total of thirty-two substitute boys here, which is just my best plan."
"With your remaining energy and blood, how many times can you activate the Ice Soul Sword?"
When Yan Bingyue heard this, her expression immediately fell to the bottom.
If everything was true as the other party said, then it would be impossible for him to defeat the other party!
The move that consumed most of his energy and blood was actually resolved by a mere boy stand-in.
But there are still thirty-two left on the other party!
And judging by his tone, besides the stand-in boy, he seemed to have other cards up his sleeve.
In this case, how could I be his opponent?
Yan Bingyue's eyes flashed with a hint of despair.
She looked in the direction of Yang Dong and saw that Yang Dong was still running away with his head in his arms, and she suddenly felt sad in her heart.
Is it possible that before my ambition is realized, I will perish here?
With a wave of her wrist, the remaining energy and blood surged again!
The next moment, the Ice Soul Sword returned to her palm like a meteor.
White clothes are fluttering, and the fairy stands holding a sword.
But the long skirt that was originally stained by dust was now painted with a bright red blood plum.
"Maybe I'm not your match, but so what?"
"Senior brother taught me to compromise, but I can't do it."
"I, Yan Bingyue, can only move forward regardless of everything in this life!"
"Even if I die here, I will never back down!"
"Ice Soul Sword, go!"
The next moment, the energy and blood around her body began to boil again.
The power of energy and blood, as if it were chasing waves, was completely concentrated on the Ice Soul Sword at this moment!
The cold light of the Ice Soul Sword surged, and for a moment it was radiant, illuminating the night sky.
At this moment, Yan Bingyue suddenly smiled.
A happy smile appeared on Wan Ruoxuan Bing's cheek.
Under the cold light, she saw Liu Baoshu knocking on wooden doors one after another in the dark.
Those miserable victims were quickly evacuating their village under the organization of the White Lotus Sect.
Finally, my efforts were not in vain!
On the other side, Yang Dong's current situation is not very optimistic either.
After using the fake ones several more times, the killers finally improved their offensive strategies.
The remaining eight killers stepped forward one by one and surrounded Yang Dong.
No matter how much Yang Dong intimidated them, they were like candy, unable to get rid of them no matter what.
At this moment, Yang Dong felt a bit ridiculous as if he was shooting mosquitoes with a cannon.
Obviously there is still a lot of energy and blood in him, but there is no place to use it.
But he had no experience in close combat.
Is it possible that he wants to use another trump card?
There was a trace of flesh pain on his cheek.
But at this moment, he realized that Yan Bingyue was in something wrong.
Seeing the power of Qi and blood, it was injected into the Ice Soul Sword as if it was free of charge.
Yang Dong couldn't help but glared at Yan Bingyue.
Damn it, prodigal bitches, even if I don’t understand martial arts, I still know that this is not how the power of qi and blood is used!
What's the difference between your style of play and dying together?
No, we can't continue like this!
He gritted his teeth and stopped suddenly. When the eight killers saw this, they couldn't help but tremble.
Yang Dong turned to look at the killers and said with a gloomy face:
"How about making a deal, I'll spare your lives and you leave immediately?"
When the killers heard this, they all showed disdain on their lips.
"I want to make peace now, how can there be such a good thing in this world!"
"You have used up most of your energy and blood now. Do you really think we are still afraid of you?"
"When the power of your energy and blood is exhausted, it will be your death!"
"Fine!"
Yang Dong nodded slightly, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.
"Since you want to die, there's nothing I can do about it."
He said helplessly and suddenly threw the dagger in his hand.
"Hey! Look at my throw!"
The dagger was like a black lightning, instantly piercing the sky.
Yang Dong immediately turned around and hurriedly ran away towards the woods ahead.
In the panic, a short iron stick seemed to fall from his body.
When the killers saw this, the disdain on their faces became even greater.
The dagger looked like a bluff, but it was just the end of a powerful weapon.
Do you really think we will still be fooled?
"Brothers, rush!"
"Kill this boy and avenge our lost brother!"
It's just that they didn't notice that the fallen iron stick had a faint orange-red light flashing on the side...
