Those two people were Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng.
At this time, they didn't look very good. They were all covered in blood. One of Zhang Feixuan's legs was strangely bent and obviously broken. Wang Qizheng's arms were also in tatters, with deep wounds showing bones.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Outside the cave, Lian Ting walked in with a big smile. The lion head on his chest still kept its mouth open. As he moved forward, the mouth of the lion head closed and stretched out again on his back. Countless limbs.
"Go on! Let us continue fighting!"
Just as he was talking, he saw Song Yin standing there leisurely, and became even more excited: "Oh? Strong man, are you over with the battle? Where is my eldest brother... Forget it, that's not important. It just so happens that you and I are also fighting. Let’s fight together!”
"Teacher, senior brother..."
Zhang Fei
"Huh? Still alive?!"
Wang Qizheng also looked back, his eyes filled with joy, and he said loudly: "Brother, save me!"
The two of them had had small thoughts just now, but when they couldn't withstand Lian Ting's attack, those small thoughts were gone.
They are both at the fifth level, and their combat prowess is too embarrassing.
But now Song Yin is still there...
"Let's fight!"
Lian Ting jumped up hard and roared at Song Yin from high in the air.
Zhang Feixuan saw the person approaching quickly and said quickly: "Brother, he is just one person. There are three of us, so we can..."
boom!
Before he could finish his words, Song Yin suddenly bent over, shattering the ground beneath his feet with one hand, and clawed deeply with his fingers. Then he took a deep breath, and his eyes emitted a white light.
"Change."
As if something had caught him, Song Yin stood up suddenly and raised his arms.
"rise!"
Click! !
Between Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qi, the ground suddenly cracked from the center. As Song Yin raised his arm, an extremely long stone whip was quickly pulled up from the ground.
At the moment when it was pulled up, the surrounding broken stones merged with the whip. After a white light glowed, the color of the stone whip gradually darkened and turned into an iron whip. The iron whip was covered with sharp blades. !
At the same time, Song Yin tightened his hand, and a ball of white energy filled the entire iron whip blade along his palm.
brush!
The iron whip blade was raised quickly and brushed against Lian Ting who jumped up in the air. It was like cutting tofu, and smoothly divided Lian Ting into two halves from bottom to top. The cut was so smooth that it didn't even flow. Out of blood.
But before the body fell to the ground, the attached white air was like flames burning paper, completely dissipating the body in the white air.
"Um!!"
Song Yin let out a muffled cry, flicked his arm, and turned the iron whip blade with white air into a sweeping sweep. The sharp blade at the front pierced the mountain wall directly. With the swing, a huge hole was torn off the mountain wall, and it was moved towards the area around the ring. Those armored doors that move.
laugh! ! !
The iron whip blade traveled extremely fast. The iron whip blade quickly circled along the mountain wall and returned to the starting point.
Song Yin let go of his hand, and the iron whip blade turned into white light again, turning into an extremely long stone block that fell to the ground and disintegrated.
Zhang Feixuan's body was shaking so much that he didn't even digest the fact that Lian Ting was split into two halves when he saw the iron whip blade sweeping in a circle and cutting off the heads of all the armored disciples around him!
Immediately afterwards, a large amount of white gas steamed on their severed heads and headless bodies, dissipating them completely!
Just slid around and there was nothing!
Zhang Feixuan suddenly understood why he couldn't see the armored sect leader Lian Ren...
Song Yin glanced around to make sure there was nothing left, then looked down at Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng: "Evil ways should be wiped out, right, two junior brothers..."
Snapped!
They were alive and well, feeling that the injuries on their bodies no longer hurt. They turned over and knelt down, grabbing the ground with their heads.
"Senior brother, I didn't want to run away. I really didn't want to run away. I thought about defeating Lian Ting and then helping you. I have no intention of running away, senior brother!" Zhang Feixuan's calves were trembling.
When he looked at these glowing white eyes, he felt a chill all over his body, his limbs and bones were all numb, and he felt like he was being looked at from top to bottom. It even reminded him of when he was a child, when he opened the window and peeked at the neighbor's wife taking a shower. ...
Compared with the look in the eyes of senior brother when he crushed the Qinglian Sect to death, the senior brother now is even more frightening!
"Me too! Me too!"
Wang Qi was kowtowing there like pounding garlic and didn't dare to stop.
Damn, he is also evil!
Who wouldn’t be afraid when something like this happens?
"Why can't you run?"
Song Yin's eyes showed confusion, and he stretched out his hand to help the two junior brothers up, but when he pulled, they didn't pull, and shouted: "Get up!"
brush!
The two people were like puppets controlled at will. They were kneeling down just a moment ago, but the next second they stood upright as if they were being lifted up by force. They stood there very upright.
One of Zhang Feixuan's legs was broken and bent there, but he still stood firm on one foot.
Just standing firm does not mean that his body is not shaking. Song Yin glanced at them, suddenly thought of something, his doubtful eyes turned into emotion, and said:
"The two junior brothers have done a great job. They knew they were outmatched but still dared to step forward. As expected, they were taught by the same master. It is because of people like you and me that the Golden Immortal Sect can be called the right path!"
Song Yin clenched his fists and encouraged them: "There is nothing in the world that is always victorious and undefeated. The more you lose, the more you fight. Losing is nothing. If you cultivate yourself well and improve your realm, you can come again. As long as you don't lose the courage to come again, nothing in the world can stop you. us!"
There are some sects in this armored sect, and each of them seems to have very strong vitality. Those ordinary disciples, if they don't hit the owl's head with one blow, they may not die if they hit other places, but the armored sect who is against the two junior brothers has even more vitality. It's strong, but it's not that easy to fight.
It was normal for the two junior brothers to be injured. After all, no one was as talented as Song Yin.
Zhang Fei
"Well...this is a good junior brother."
Song Yin nodded with satisfaction, and spread out his palms, surrounded by white energy, "You are injured, let me use my Dao Qi to temporarily heal it. Although it cannot be completely cured, after all, we still have to travel..."
"No no no no!"
Zhang Fei
"Senior brother, how can this Dao breath be used for healing? Isn't it for body training?!" Zhang Feixuan said anxiously.
"This is what I suddenly felt just now. From the third level of 'Fighting Power' to the fourth level of 'Enter Qiao', I discovered all kinds of wonders. I have a deeper grasp of the aura of this avenue. It can definitely be cured. Believe me, come on ..."
Song Yin said that he would stretch his hand forward.
Click!
Wang Qizheng gritted his teeth, swung his hands, and straightened the broken hand. He raised his arm with visible bones and said, "Senior brother, look! These are just minor injuries. I can just move them. These will be fine." The wounds may look deep, but they are actually skin wounds. I’ll go back and apply some dog skin plaster... You don’t have to go back, I brought them myself!”
He didn't say much. He took out a piece of dog-skin plaster from the bag on his waist and slapped it on the deep gash on his arm. As soon as the plaster was applied, his face twisted and sweat appeared on his forehead, but he still endured it. Feeling the pain, he forced out a smile that was uglier than crying:
"Senior brother, I'm fine. I'm fine. It doesn't hurt at all! After all, I'm a Qi Refiner, so I still don't take this kind of injury seriously!"
"Um..."
Song Yin looked at him and saw him swinging his arms happily, nodded, and then looked at Zhang Feixuan.
Click!
Zhang Fei , aren’t we here to save those mortals?”
Song Yin turned around and saw a group of mortals huddled in the corner of the half-shaped arena, looking towards this side with fear on their faces.
He turned around and walked straight that way. Only then did Zhang Feixuan glare at Wang Qizheng.
You are cruel enough!
Wang Qizheng stared back without showing any signs of weakness.
Each other!
Naturally, Song Yin couldn't see the eye contact between the two people behind him. He had already walked up to the group of mortals.
"Don't be afraid, my name is Song Yin, and I am the top disciple of the Jinxian Sect. This time..."
He bared his white teeth, stretched out his hand to the group of people, and said in a strong and powerful tone, "I'm here to save you!"
