Ye Jinxiao held the sword and concentrated on fighting against Yama. She felt that the sword in her hand was as light as cicada wings, as if it had merged with her, and it was sharpened like mud, glowing with a sharp cold light.
With it, the force value was directly increased by two degrees. Although the whole body was tense during the fight, he could barely catch the move.
Yama was surprised: "You, a person with no internal strength, can actually survive more than ten moves at my hands."
He has traveled around the world for many years and killed countless people. This is the first time he has encountered such a situation.
"This sword of yours is actually a good sword."
Ye Jinxiao stared at him, his subordinates did not dare to take him lightly, Jianhua pulled her arm sharply and distanced herself.
"It's not hard to guess your identity. Why are you still wearing a hijab? Is it because you are too ugly to meet people?"
"..."
Yan Luo held the scarf on his face, as if he was irritated, shouted coldly, and attacked with a murderous rage.
"court death!"
Snapped!
The sword blades collided, creating fierce sparks. Ye Jinxiao was shocked by the strong internal force and took a few steps back. He only felt numbness in the tiger's mouth and a dull pain in the heart.
He stood firm and was about to step forward when his blood surged suddenly.
"Well--"
A mouthful of blood spat out on the ground.
What a strong internal force.
Ye Jinxiao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly raised his head to look at Yan Luo, who was surrounded by a violent aura, and stood up straight, "Jun Wuji."
"Take Chu Yuci and leave first."
Jun Wuji was just confused, and the inner energy in his palm came back, causing his expression to suddenly change, "Xiao Jin'er!"
"Go first, I'll be right back."
Help people to the end and send Buddha to the west. Jun Wuji and Chu Yuci cannot be allowed to die here.
Ye Jinxiao raised his sword, rushed forward again, and started fighting with Yama.
Although Jun Wuji is impatient, he is working on his martial arts. If he stops now, Chu Gou will be in danger. He also has insufficient internal strength at the moment and is not suitable for fighting.
In desperation, he had to grab Chu Yuci, break through the water, and leave first.
After the two left, Ye Jinxiao felt relieved and started fighting with Yama.
"You have good talent, but it's a pity that you are not my opponent!" Yama Luo's moves were fierce, and the bright sword edge reflected his eyes, which were particularly narrow.
Ye Jinxiao had some difficulty blocking it, but her eyes were fixed on him firmly, not daring to take it lightly.
there.
Jing Yi and Feng Xing were entangled by more than a dozen men in black, and they were exhausted.
Ye Jinxiao resisted while counting the time in his heart.
Guessing that Jun Wuji had gone far away with Chu Yuci, she called out to the other side: "Jing Yi!"
"withdraw!"
They didn't bring enough manpower today, Chu Yuci was in bad condition, and fighting would be detrimental to them.
"Princess, you go first!"
Ye Jinxiao quickly waved his hand and pointed in three directions, indicating that the three of them should retreat separately. Then he held a sword flower to distance himself from Yan Luo, and immediately retreated towards the forest.
At the same time, Jing Yi and Feng Xing also dispersed immediately.
Yama narrowed his eyes: "You go after King Yu. I am enough for Princess Yu."
After practicing Qinggong, he quickly chased after him.
The road in the forest is uneven and bumpy, and thorns occasionally pierce the clothes. The light skill cannot be used smoothly, but it is enough to chase the princess.
Ye Jinxiao ran very fast, moving around nimbly. He felt the cold air approaching behind him quickly and couldn't help but sigh.
Princess Yu is really a high-risk profession.
If you are not chased by this one, you will be killed by that one, or harmed by this one, and you will never live a peaceful life for a day.
Yan Luo stared at the woman's back, raised her Qing Kung Fu, and when she was approaching quickly, he used the inner force of his palm to lift her away.
"Well!"
Ye Jinxiao staggered and almost fell over. His back was in burning pain and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
The traumatic pain is in the flesh, but it is bearable.
This internal injury seemed to have penetrated into the bone, and the pain was as painful as breaking. It hurt very much.
Continuing to run like this is not an option.
Staring at the road ahead, he suddenly grabbed a tree trunk at a corner, steadied himself, and swung his sword away with his backhand.
Yan Luo dived forward under the inertia of his body. Even though his reaction was sharp, he was still accidentally scratched on the chest, splattering a trace of blood.
He was furious.
court death!
He raised a strong palm and knocked Ye Jinxiao to the ground without mercy.
He raised his sword and went up, about to deliver a fatal blow, when Ye Jinxiao suddenly raised his sleeves and threw out something. He subconsciously raised his hand to block it and took two steps back.
When he looked again, the woman had fled and was nowhere to be found.
Yama frowned.
"Tsk."
Behind, in the forest, a dignified figure walked out slowly, "Tsk, tsk, I can't even catch a woman, the number one killer in the world, that's all."
Yama's face darkened, and he suddenly looked as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.
Princess Yu used some tricks to catch him off guard.
"I'll go after him."
"It doesn't matter, let her run." The man lazily turned his slender fingertips, raised his thin lips, and revealed a pair of coquettish purple eyes.
"I owe you my life. I have plenty of time. I will settle the score with you slowly."
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Lin Shen didn't know where he was.
Ye Jinxiao clutched her chest and ran staggeringly. Her thin body was slapped several times, and her internal organs ached.
"Cough...cough!"
Yama didn't seem to catch up.
Jun Wuji and Chu Yuci should be safe there, right?
She knelt on one knee in embarrassment and coughed out a mouthful of blood. She couldn't help but feel that she was still too weak.
"This...donor?"
Suddenly a doubtful voice sounded.
Ye Jinxiao looked up and saw in the quiet bamboo forest, a monk wearing dark Haiqing robes carrying a pair of wooden buckets collided with her head-on.
The monk came quickly.
He had a bald head, gray eyebrows and beard. He looked to be sixty or seventy years old, but he had a kind face and kind eyes, round earlobes and big ears. He was full of energy, walked quickly, and held her up with strong hands.
Ye Jinxiao felt his body light up.
Being given a hand by him is as easy as lifting a chicken...
"The female donor is injured?"
"Ahem...ahem, I was accidentally chased and lost my way in the mountains."
The monk understood: "If the female donor doesn't mind, you can go to the poor monk's humble residence and sit for a while."
"Thank you, master."
Walking through this bamboo forest, you can see a simple wooden house with a small yard located here. It is quiet and peaceful, and it has a few chickens and ducks. Rather than saying that he is a monk, he looks more like an expert who lives in seclusion without caring about worldly affairs. .
The monk helped her sit down in the courtyard and poured her a glass of warm water.
"The poor monk Xuan Hui."
Ye Jinxiao took it with both hands, "Ye Jinxiao... ahem, thank you Master Xuanhui."
She suffered internal injuries, her face could not be said to be in good condition, and she was struggling to breathe even after speaking a few words.
"I can't call you a master. At most, I'm just a monk who practices casually." Xuan Hui smiled and touched his bald head. His square face became kinder and kinder, almost like a Buddha.
As the saying goes, appearance comes from the heart.
When Ye Jinxiao met him for the first time, he felt friendly and naturally let down his guard.
Xuan Hui said: "The female donor seems to be seriously injured. There are herbs collected in my house. If you don't mind, I will get some for you."
Ye Jinxiao said thank you several times.
Xuan Hui just smiled and waved her hands, saying that it was a small effort and not worth mentioning.
While laughing and chatting, Xuan Hui put her hand on Ye Jinxiao's wrist, ready to check her pulse and prescribe the right medicine, but she suddenly stopped her hand:
"You have no pulse!"
He suddenly stood up and looked at her with an unclear expression: "You are a dead person."
