Chapter 342: They are all ants

Style: Heros Author: Lili BaicaoWords: 2260Update Time: 24/01/12 01:54:53
Her performance made several true monarchs very satisfied. Children who know how to advance and retreat and know how to measure are always more likable.

Fuyue motioned her to stand aside and wait with his eyes. Seeing that she understood and walked to Danyang's side, he even praised her.

It had to be said that children who came from the common world were more polite than others. He was also worried that she would be like Xi'er, who would not care about anything when she got emotional.

In that case, Uncle Master would probably throw her out directly.

The room was silent, except for the increasingly heavy breathing of Lord Ling Su. His rosy face had turned pale at this time, and big beads of sweat rolled down drop by drop. It was obvious that he was very strenuous.

After a while, Zhenjun Fuyu's body began to shake violently, as if he was suffering some inhuman torture, and he kept twitching.

Outside the house, Yunli's heart skipped a beat, and she grabbed Mu Yan without thinking and moved her sideways.

The next second, a sharp sword intent suddenly appeared in the Taiqing Palace. The ultimate sense of danger appeared in everyone's heart, but they seemed to have been tapped on their acupoints, unable to move.

A bit of golden light rushed out with unrivaled momentum, passing through the palace gate, the crowd, the trees, the mountain peaks...

It wasn't until the fifth mountain peak that the sword energy was exhausted.

A little bloody smell drifted into the tip of my nose, and the night wind blew slowly, and the bloody smell became thicker and thicker...

Yunli turned around and saw Su Zhe's astonished face. Her eyes slowly moved down and landed on his chest. Her eyes narrowed.

On the snow-white clothes, the thin and shallow red blood line was particularly clear. Slowly, the blood smeared, the thin line turned into a thick rope, and the golden sword at the skirt was also broken into two pieces.

Could it be...

Thinking of a possibility, she swallowed.

However, Su Zhe was unaware of it. He blinked his eyes and seemed to have come back to his senses. The shock on his face slowly disappeared and he murmured: "Sword Intent?"

There are fallen leaves in the sky, and without exception, there is a neat break on one side.

One of them fell from Su Zhe's eyes, and he subconsciously raised his hand to brush it away.

No.

Yunli screamed silently, watching helplessly as his body slowly staggered. The upper part fell to the ground and rolled far away. Then the torso also fell with a crash. The bright red blood instantly infected large areas of the white jade floor. .

As if a switch was turned on, bang bang bang sounds continued, mixed with shrill and frightening screams, but soon, these screams disappeared.

The surviving disciples were stunned, and the entire Taiqing Palace was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

In the silence, a weak sob suddenly sounded. Everyone looked neatly and quickly at the sound. Among the corpses and heads on the ground, a fat young man raised his chin slightly and looked in the direction of the palace door. at every turn.

On his chest, the bright red blood quickly flowed down, dyeing his clothes blood color, forming a sharp contrast with the clean green clothes above the blood line.

It's Xu Pan, the little fat man who came from Liang State together.

Next to him, there were several people whose bodies were also stained with blood. Apparently, they didn't know whether they reacted slowly or were calm and composed. Faced with this situation, they did not yell to open the fracture, but maintained their previous actions. I didn’t dare to express my anger.

A vague thought flashed through his mind, and Yunli said hurriedly: "Don't move!"

As she spoke, she stepped lightly, suddenly came to a few people, and quickly sealed their main spiritual acupoints.

The monk's healing ability far exceeds that of ordinary people. The situation when Wen Ming was almost cut into tofu pieces by the Eight-Eyed Spider Silk Array was so similar to the current situation.

Many of the monks here had just returned from the Jinye Pavilion auction, and they immediately thought of the man with the folding fan who asked for the Golden Marrow Pill for his brother, and they all reacted.

Just as he was about to go over to help, he suddenly heard a slight popping sound, and everyone's feet stopped. It was the sound of blood flowing.

Yunli also looked at Xu Pan beside her in confusion, only to see that the wound where she had sealed the acupuncture point just now began to bleed again.

"It's useless." Su Xu sighed, "That's not an ordinary sword energy, but a sword intention, a sword intention with the master's intention. If the sword intention is not removed, the wound will continue to be destroyed and it will not heal at all."

After hearing this, Yunli immediately thought that he had just seen Fuyu covered in blood from a distance.

She felt a little strange just now. The person who brought him back was a Nascent Soul Lord. No matter how anxious she was, she should bandage him first. He was bleeding profusely all the way. Even if he wasn't injured, he couldn't stand it.

It turned out that it wasn't that he didn't bandage it, but that it was useless.

"Then this sword intention is..."

Immediately, she realized that the sword intention was brought back by Fuyu. She swallowed the rest of her words and turned to look at Xu Pan, who was still trying to remain still. His eyes were full of fear and despair.

Meeting her gaze, those desperate eyes glowed with strong hope, as if a drowning person had grasped the last straw.

Yunli's heart trembled because of the burning gaze. Such a satisfying hope was too heavy. She opened her mouth helplessly, "I——"

"Uncle Fuyu's sword intent was cleared by the elder."

The cold words interrupted her subsequent words and extinguished the last glimmer of light in Xu Pan's eyes. It took Elder Ling Su almost a quarter of an hour to clear the sword intent from Zhenjun Fuyu's body.

Others should not think about it, but the elder would not save him, an outer disciple, not only him, but also several other inner disciples.

In the eyes of the powerful elders, there is no difference between the outer sect and the inner sect disciples, they are both ants.

Yunli turned around and looked over. Among the blood on the ground, Mo Huai looked ferocious, his dark eyes filled with indifference and sinisterness, and the pale moonlight poured down from behind him.

The criss-crossing leaves above his head cast shadows on his face, and his whole body was exuding a hint of cold air, like a Shura who had come from hell.

She was slightly startled, glanced around, and fell silent. The scene tonight was very similar to the night when the Fang family was exterminated.

She turned her head, looked at the desperate Xu Pan, closed her eyes, and said softly: "You still have a chance to be reincarnated before you build a foundation."

With the flow of blood, Xu Pan's breath was very weak, but he still stubbornly refused to move at all. He still maintained his previous posture, and a hot tear fell from the corner of his eye.

He moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he was afraid of disturbing the wound, so he didn't say anything.

Finally, he could no longer hold on and fell forward, a low murmur instantly dissipated in the wind.

"But I just want this life..."

Yunli's eyes grew hot, and a sense of powerlessness invaded her from the inside out. There was nothing she could do to save her.

She looked around blankly, the blood in her eyes making her eyes sore, and an inexplicable sense of frustration overwhelmed her, dragging her into the dark abyss.

"Ali."

Vaguely hearing someone calling her, Yunli turned her eyes blankly, and the blurry face in her field of vision gradually became clearer.

"it's not your fault."

Mu Yan's voice rang in her ears, and seemed to come from a distant river of time, with a trance-like echo, sometimes clear and sometimes blurry...

She shook her head vigorously and rolled her eyes again. Her vision finally became clear, and Mu Yan's words were no longer separated by a layer of cloth.

Yunli raised her hand and rubbed the center of her brow, wondering strangely, could it be that she was bleeding?

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