The fisherman turned his back to Huaifenghua and was determined to smash Mu Qing's temple with a punch.

Huaifenghua's eyes narrowed slightly, her eyelashes trembled, and she desperately wanted to stop him.

The fish intestine sword was flying around the fisherman. One moment it blocked Mu Qing's dagger, and the next moment it shot straight at Huaifenghua.

The sharpest attack became the most overbearing defense at this moment.

In the blink of an eye, the three determined people collided.

The energy was surging, there was a roar, and blood was splashed into the air.

The fish intestine sword first took away a large piece of flesh and blood on Huaifenghua's shoulder, then the fisherman's punch hit the back of Mu Qing's hand that was protecting his temples, and finally the fisherman's shoulders trembled as Huaifenghua's palms pressed against him.

The three of them exhausted all their strength, and Mu Qing fell sideways to the ground with a "pop". Before he could take a breath, the fisherman kicked him in the head with mud and gravel.

However, Huaifenghua ignored the damaged meridians of the qi movement and forcibly accelerated the flow of qi. In an instant, she took a breath of fresh air and slapped another palm.

There was still the gentle persuasion to surrender. After the disguise was peeled off, the more he understood the strength of Mu Qing's talent, the more the fisherman wanted to put Mu Qing to death.

He could even temporarily ignore the obstruction of Huaifenghua's "little fight". As soon as he kicked out, the fish intestine sword also plundered Huaifenghua's flesh and blood, circled not far away, and stabbed Mu Qing directly. behind.

His life was really at stake. Mu Qing, who wanted to roll away, realized that the Yuchang Sword had blocked the road ahead of time, and his arms surged with energy. He first slapped the ground hard, and after his upper body was a foot away from the ground, he immediately Retract your arms to protect your face.

When the fisherman's kick came with the force of wind and thunder, Mu Qing pressed his palms slightly on the fisherman's instep. With the huge power of the fisherman's kick, Mu Qing flew directly towards the fisherman's feet. Half empty.

The fisherman snorted coldly and moved the sword as he pleased. The fish intestine sword suddenly turned an inch from the ground and shot towards Mu Qing who failed to bring the sword down by himself.

Mu Qing was horrified in his heart. He did not expect that the fisherman's sword control skills were not only as simple as entering the house. In a moment of thought, the true energy flowed freely through the entire spine. Mu Qing forcibly raised his chest in mid-air and arched his body in reverse. The fish intestine sword barely passed by his waist, taking away another piece of flesh and blood.

Like a fish leaping over a dragon's gate, Mu Qing spun and leaped in mid-air before landing safely on the ground.

"Kacha."

The touch of the soles of his feet on the ground was so real. Before Mu Qing could express his gratitude that he had escaped from death, when he squinted his eyes and looked forward, the hairs on his body stood up immediately, and he rushed towards the fisherman regardless of his own safety.

"Humph!" The fisherman had to take half a step forward.

The energy behind his back vibrated, blowing on the bloodless face of Huaifenghua, and wrinkled the green hair on her temples.

The fisherman forcibly swallowed the blood from his throat, and relied on his early-stage extraordinary warrior physique to forcefully receive the two palms with the same force direction. He did not feel comfortable.

Especially Huaifenghua's last palm came so fast that it was beyond his expectation. With the power of the previous palm that had not been offset, it even faintly broke through the limit of the first-level peak in terms of power.

"You ungrateful woman, you are seeking death!" The fisherman staggered his steps and turned around to retract his arms.

The woman behind him was so ungrateful. If she had stood peacefully with the others in Wanhua Valley, life or death would have been a matter of life and death. Now that he was attacking again and again, he was unable to focus all his attention and energy on attacking Mu Qing, otherwise the Fish Intestine Sword would not have missed Mu Qing enough to pierce his intestines.

After the furious fisherman turned around, without any hesitation, he clenched his broad and rough palms tightly and waved out!

Huaifenghua was on the road to self-destruction by forcefully speeding up the flow of energy. At this time, the person she was concerned about escaped successfully, and her mind was so relaxed that when the fisherman, who was less than three feet away, turned around and waved a black shadow, she did not react at all.

"No!!!" Mu Qing's scream was extremely difficult.

He could only see an extremely savage figure, and the painful whimpering of someone in front of him.

Huaifenghua did not fly backwards because when the fisherman punched her in the stomach, his other hand reached out and grabbed her hair almost at the same time.

Mu Qing's eyes were red, and he could only see the scattered bunches of black hair fluttering weakly between the fisherman's fingers.

"Ahem." Huaifenghua's thin shoulders were undulating, and her eyebrows were twisted in pain.

The fisherman pulled her hair back savagely, and she was forced to raise her slender neck. After the coughing sound, blood flowed crazily from the lips that could no longer be pressed together.

Large swaths of blood, mixed with air bubbles and tiny internal organs, covered Huaifenghua's originally white lower jaw and neck, and dripped into the collar on her chest.

Another punch.

The slender fingers clinging to the fisherman's wrist were unable to fall down. Huaifenghua raised her bloody fingers and pointed slightly behind the fisherman in the direction of the people in Wanhua Valley.

The whistling wind in his ears disappeared at this moment. Mu Qing could only hear his own heartbeat, which sounded like a drum beat. In his narrowed vision, only the shaking shoulders and back after punching hard were left. Shadows and scattered black hair floating in the air between the fingers.

"Fuck you!"

Mu Qing let out a loud roar, and explosion sounds were heard all over his body. The speed of Qi circulation in his body increased sharply. At the same time as small blood holes exploded on the surface of his body, the spiritual mist within three feet of his body surged towards him with him as the center. Come.

The poisonous green energy, as green as glass and as solid as amber, should have stayed in the major acupoints and meridians, but instead it passed through the small blood holes that kept exploding.

The amber-like true energy in the major acupoints and meridians in Mu Qing's body flows from the small blood holes to the body surface. As soon as the surging mist comes into contact with the true energy on Mu Qing's body surface, it immediately becomes like white snow boiling. The sizzling sound of oil disappeared completely, but Mu Qing's body surface had a little more energy.

Mu Qing forcibly used a move in the "Ten Thousand Poisons Manual": Ten Thousand Poisons Return to the Sect.

At the same time, in order to pursue momentum and power, he even ignored the possibility of destroying his meridians. The speed of Qi circulation increased again and again. The zhenqi on his body seemed to be only changing in quantity, but in fact, it was already in his body under the guidance of Qi. It took several days to move.

In the night, under the shadow, the muscles on the fisherman's shoulders and back were bulging and lowering. He had already waved his arm and punched for the third time.

There was a hint of joy in the fisherman's eyes, and he had absolute confidence. With one punch, the unscrupulous woman in front of him would have her internal organs shattered and die, and the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley would be replaced by a new owner because of him.

At that time, he could obtain dozens of times more cultivation resources than now.

At a short distance, the fist broke through the air silently.

When the fisherman's third punch was only one fist away from Huai Fenghua's body, Mu Qing came behind him.

"What a pity." Anger and regret were intertwined in the fisherman's eyes, but feeling the extremely hot sword energy that made his heart throb, he finally chose to avoid the sharp edge temporarily.

He released the palm holding Huaifenghua's hair, stomped his feet heavily, and his whole body rose directly into the sky.

The sword energy soared into the sky, and he was covered in blood. Mu Qing, who could not contain enough energy, did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him. He stood in the position in front of the fisherman, reached out with his hands, and firmly hugged the fisherman who was about to fall to the ground without support. Huai Feng Hua.

Huaifenghua was gently held in Mu Qing's arms, feeling the familiar breath. Huaifenghua's chest rose and fell, barely suppressing the coughing of blood. Her eyelashes fluttered and her eyes opened, and her lips were covered with blood. About to speak.

"Uncle Master, stop talking!"

Mu Qing's palm gently fell on her abdomen, and a stream of air flowed into Huaifenghua's body like a clear spring after thawing in early spring, gently soothing the meridians and flesh that were riddled with holes in her body.

Huaifenghua didn't even have the strength to shake her head. She lay in Mu Qing's arms, looked deeply at Mu Qing's brows, and slowly closed her eyes.

"Uncle, don't sleep." Mu Qing was startled.

Huaifenghua's slender eyebrows moved slightly, she opened her eyes, and smiled, but she immediately choked with blood. After she stabilized her breath, she said: "If I forcefully raise my Qi, I will be a useless person even if I don't die. Just wait until I finish speaking." , just go save Shaoyao and the others, and save as many as you can."

Mu Qing shook his head, leaning his head slightly against Mu Qing's chest, smelling the equally strong smell of blood on Mu Qing's body, he blinked and said, "Do you still remember what I just said?"

The flesh and blood on Huaifenghua's abdomen was in the shape of a paste. Mu Qing removed the tattered cloth entangled with the flesh and blood, and placed his fingers on it tremblingly.

But no matter how skillfully he used the "dead wood to spring" technique, the warm and moist Qi always flowed into Huaifenghua's body, but it could not stop Huaifenghua's blood loss.

Mu Qing's face was stiff and ugly. He remembered Shaoyao saying that if this situation happened to them who had practiced the Wanhua Heart Sutra, it meant that once he let go and left, Huai Fenghua would really die at any time.

"Uncle Master, try moving Zhou Tian." Mu Qing's voice was trembling.

Huaifenghua's voice was low and she said with a smile: "Whether it's a panacea or a true energy healing technique, if the person being treated loses the ability to recover, then everything will be in vain."

"A Liang." Huaifenghua called softly.

Mu Qing's vision was blurry, "Uncle, please tell me if there is any other way I can save you."

As Huaifenghua looked at the night sky, Mu Qing's hot sword energy finally caught up with the fisherman, and the energy was raging, just like the bolide he had made a wish to in his memory.

Huai Fenghua recalled the past and said softly: "Next, I will tell you, please listen."

"Your father's name is Lin Xiao, and your mother's name is Bai Xueyue."

Mu Qing's body trembled, and he tried hard to stabilize his mind, still refusing to give up the slightest chance of letting Huaifenghua survive.

After finishing her sentence, Huaifenghua took a break, smiled slightly and said, "My surname was Bai before, and after all, I'm still your kid's aunt."

Mu Qing's palm fell on Huaifenghua's belly and became extremely stable, "I didn't know that my parents are still alive, but uncle, you are my aunt, so you can't die."