Bai Yichen grabbed Tianquan and ran away, followed closely by the Fanbang monk. The three disappeared in the blink of an eye. The Wuyue disciples and people from Xujiazhuang who were left behind were all furious.
Not to mention the people in Xujiazhuang, after Bai Yichen and Monk Fanbang killed them, only two hands were left alive. The huge Zhuangzi was full of corpses.
As for the Five Mountains Sword Sect, as the saying goes, you don’t slap someone in the face. Hu Qianzhong was slapped in the face by Bai Yichen’s whip. You can imagine the anger in his heart. What’s more, Tianquan’s cooked duck flew away. Make him furious.
Not only did the Wuyue Sword Sect fail to capture Tianquan this time, but they were also severely humiliated. Lu Wen's face dropped, and he immediately led his disciples in pursuit of the opponent's escape direction.
Unexpectedly, Hu Qianzhong, the head of Hengshan who had screamed the loudest beforehand and was the most embarrassed at the moment, stopped where he was.
Huashan Liu Yi was just a boring gourd and didn't say a word, while Taishan Du Cheng was also a little itchy at this time. Xuantian Sect's Bai Yichen had the monk blocking him. If they could catch up with Tianquan and catch each other at this moment, they wouldn't be there at all. Next words.
However, Du Cheng was timid after all, so he looked at Hu Qianzhong first and said with a hint: "Senior Brother Hu, why don't you pursue me?"
"snort."
Hu Qianzhong wiped the blood on his face and said with a sneer: "Why bother? It has been proved that the Tianquan thief colluded with the Xuantian Sect. What can he do if he leaves today? He has renounced the righteous path of the world. His life is over. "
Hu Qianzhong hates and even hates Tianquan. The reason is that the other party got there first and took over the inheritance of Hengshan Sect before him.
But now, Xujiazhuang is littered with corpses and unjust souls are dead. There is evidence of Tianquan's collusion with demons and monsters. Even the Qingcheng faction's hands and eyes can't save him.
His reputation was ruined and his future was ruined. In the eyes of Hu Qianzhong, Tianquan was no different from a dead person. Why did he go to all the trouble to hunt him down? Bai Yichen was obviously protecting that kid. He would not take it upon himself to kill him. Not fun.
Hu Qianzhong is straight-forward, but he is also a shrewd person. He will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal. Tianquan has already reached a dead end, and his goal has been achieved.
As a result, under the silence of Hu Qianzhong of the Hengshan faction, Huashan Liu Yi acted like a fool and stayed out of the matter. Although Du Cheng was so anxious that he didn't dare to chase the opponent single-handedly, so he had to stay calm.
...
At the same time, Bai Yichen led Tianquan all the way, but he was accidentally attacked by someone before, and now he is still carrying a burden. How can he escape from the monk's pursuit.
Within a quarter of an hour, the monk caught up with his opponent. Although he had said that he did not want to have a grudge with the Xuantian Sect, he did not hesitate at all when it was time to take action.
The monk used both palms to break the two big trees in front and to the left. The huge trees fell to the ground, causing dust and smoke to billow, cutting off Bai Yichen's escape route.
Bai Yichen cursed in a low voice, threw Tianquan on the ground, turned around and swept it away with a whip. The monk recited a Buddhist verse, put his left palm upright in front of his chest, and pushed his right palm forward slightly.
In an instant, the purple-gold nimbus around the monk's body rotated and soared like a bright moon, scattering into star points and attaching to his palm. Then he pushed out his palm with a wave of air, shaking the iron whip like a candle in the wind, and it was dangerous. .
Bai Yichen's face darkened. He clutched his painful chest, and the iron whip in his hand was as weak as a crossbow under the pressure of this terrifying palm force.
Seeing this, the monk advised him again: "Dragon Bai, you have been slapped by the poor monk, and now you have exerted at least half of your 100% strength. The victory or defeat has been decided, so why bother struggling anymore."
"Cut the nonsense."
Bai Yichen narrowed his eyes, and suddenly let go of his right hand, allowing the iron whip to be destroyed by the force of his palm, and he himself was forced back by the force of the counterattack.
"Amitabha, since Protector Bai doesn't want to be beautiful, then the poor monk has no choice but to offend."
As the monk spoke, he stepped forward quickly, and then swooped over with a palm, pointing directly at Bai Yichen's face. He was extremely ruthless.
"Damn bald donkey..." Bai Yichen cursed angrily, then stopped retreating and allowed the monk to slap him on the chest.
"Pfft!" Bai Yichen spat out a mouthful of blood. He grinned, stretched out his hands with a grin, and grabbed the monk's right arm. His fingers were like hooks, and the true energy in his body actually surged backwards. into the other person's body.
The monk was shocked. He felt the opponent's energy rushing into his body like an uncontrolled mad cow. He suddenly felt something bad and wanted to withdraw, but found that the opponent had trapped him tightly.
Bai Yichen's palm was originally a move to kill each other. He needed to use the opponent's true energy into his body as a "guide" and then return it twice as much.
If you play with the true energy in two different people, no one in the world will be as good as the Xiaoyao sect. If ordinary people want to achieve success on this path, they can only find another way.
This was the case with Bai Yichen's move. He didn't know the Beiming Divine Art, so he could only use such a stupid method, but it was undeniable that this move was extremely powerful.
No matter how powerful a person's internal strength is, his vitality will be severely damaged if he blasts it from the inside. The only trouble is that to use this move, he needs to bear the opponent's attack first, and the stronger the opponent's attack, the more powerful this move will be. The backlash will be more severe.
The monk was merciless, so Bai Yichen borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha, and returned the infuriating energy to him twice as much, letting him experience the trembling of his internal organs.
Bai Yichen continued to sneer, the monk's expression changed several times, and the violent Qi flowed in his body, forcing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
Bai Yichen endured the pain and took advantage of the situation to hit the monk twice, knocking the monk to the ground. He was also at the end of his strength. He fell backward and sat on the ground. Looking at the ferocious-looking monk, he couldn't help laughing. stand up.
"You damn bald donkey. If you want to show off your power in front of this protector, you'll have to spend your next life!" Bai Yichen spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm on the ground and mocked fiercely.
The monk clutched his chest and vomited blood, looking helpless. Just when Bai Yichen thought that the other party was finished, something strange happened.
The monk suddenly burst out without warning, picked up two steel needles between his fingers, and threw them out violently. Bai Yichen was shocked, and it was too late to escape.
At the critical moment of life and death, an unexpected person stood in front of him, it was Tianquan.
The two steel needles came back and forth, at a tricky angle and extremely sinister. Tian Quan cut off one of them with a sword, but had no choice but to cross his left arm and block the second one with his flesh and blood.
The needle penetrated two inches under the flesh, causing him to groan. Bai Yichen looked at him blankly: "You..."
"You saved me three times, and today I will repay you once." Tianquan said, gritted his teeth and pulled out the steel needle, then looked back at the direction they fled from, counting the time, the pursuers must have arrived.
So he didn't hesitate, grabbed Bai Yichen and continued to run for his life. Before leaving, he heard the half-dead monk behind him laughing coldly.
