"puff!"
The cold sword blade pierced the chest.
Blood dripped to the ground along with the tip of the sword.
A figure slowly knelt on the ground.
"Plop!"
However, the figure kneeling on the ground was not Tang Ming.
But the martial arts disciples who should have left long ago.
Looking at the young man in front of him who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, Tang Ming's eyes suddenly trembled.
For a moment, his throat felt like it was being pinched by a thousand knives, and he couldn't even speak a word.
I was very confused inside.
These young people have been told to leave quickly, but why do they have to return and waste their lives?
"Why are you coming back?" Tang Ming's hoarse voice sounded.
The martial arts disciple spit out blood from the corner of his mouth and said word by word: "We...will not abandon anyone..."
After the words fell, several figures appeared again.
The oldest of these people is only sixteen years old, and the youngest is only fourteen years old. They are the youngest generation among the martial arts saints.
This group of people should have been protected, but now they were standing in front of the two seniors.
"Mu Qingyun, your opponent is now our martial arts disciple."
Although it was just an encounter, these disciples all knew that Tang Ming was the most powerful partner against Mu Qingyun. If he were to lose him, the situation of the Holy Son would probably be in crisis.
Listening to these touching words, Tang Ming's eyes flashed with melancholy. He did not expect that these young people would actually say such upright words.
Looking at this group of martial arts disciples who were anxious to die, Mu Qingyun's expression instantly became furious.
"You all want to die, don't you? Then I will make it happen for you!"
With a roar, the Yin evil power in his body exploded again, and his strength once again rose to a new level.
The huge spiritual pressure made the faces of several disciples instantly turn cold.
Because they only have Tongmai cultivation, although they have the same strength as Tang Ming, they have never had actual combat experience, let alone face an enemy across two realms for the first time.
"Don't be afraid, even if you die, you have to give them time to recover!"
The youngest disciple suddenly shouted.
Even though the expression on his face was shrouded in fear, he still clutched the weapon in his hand and rushed forward desperately.
Seeing that the youngest disciple had already rushed forward, the older brothers beside him no longer hesitated and followed the thin figure after roaring angrily.
"A bunch of ants, still want to resist?"
Mu Qingyun drew the holy sword from the martial arts disciple's chest and immediately fought back.
The sword energy he used at this moment was all filled with evil energy, and as long as he was hit, it would be corroded.
With just one blow, the sword energy he exerted knocked back all the oncoming disciples several meters away.
The disciple at the front suffered the most serious damage, and the powerful sword energy even split his body into two.
Other disciples also suffered varying degrees of losses.
Seeing these martial arts disciples working silently, the anger in Tang Ming's body instantly surged.
He bit the linen cloth on his body, grasped the gun body inserted in his arm, and endured the severe pain to pull it out.
He took out the elixir on his body and started stuffing it into his mouth.
Then he shouted loudly: "Give me all the elixirs you have!"
Hearing this, the martial arts disciples were also stunned.
But then, without asking any more questions, they all took out their own treasures from their pockets.
These were the pills that allowed them to advance to the Yuan-building realm. Each entry-level disciple only had one pill, but now they had given all their future hopes to Tang Ming alone.
Holding these medicine bottles, Tang Ming's eyes gradually became stern.
He understood that he was carrying the future path of these disciples. At this moment, these pills became heavy in Tang Ming's hands.
But right now, there is no time for gratitude.
In order to solve this problem as soon as possible, Tang Ming swallowed all the pills into his body without any hesitation.
The majestic medicinal power instantly filled the Dantian.
Severe pain was also accompanied by the violent power of the drug, filling all the limbs and bones in the body.
"puff!"
The force of the medicine put an extremely heavy load on Tang Ming's body.
One pill was enough for a person to break through the shackles of Yuan-building realm, let alone Tang Ming swallowing more than a dozen pills at once.
Fortunately, his Dantian was recast with the Qinglian Fairy Sword, otherwise with his cultivation level, he would probably explode to death if he took one.
Unfortunately, this powerful medicinal power could not allow Tang Ming to break through to the Yuan-building realm in a short time. It could only suppress the medicinal power and forcibly increase his own strength.
Tang Ming condensed his hand seals with his hands, used the Green Lotus Fairy Sword as the base state, and began to absorb the medicinal power crazily.
The injuries on his body also recovered, and even the aura in his body gradually improved by several levels.
The powerful increase in spiritual power also attracted Mu Qingyun's attention.
When he looked at Tang Ming, his eyes were completely crazy.
"Tang Ming, you still want to turn the tide!"
After saying that, he slashed the holy sword in his hand towards the opponent.
The martial arts disciples around him also noticed his intention and shouted loudly.
"Protect Tang Ming!"
"Our future is entirely entrusted to you!"
A roar.
Martial arts disciples who were strangers to each other stood in front of Tang Ming one after another. They all knew that they might lose their lives in this battle, but they still stood here without hesitation.
"court death!"
Mu Qingyun held the sword in one hand, exuding endless evil energy, and the blade in his hand turned into a life-threatening weapon, taking the lives of several disciples.
"Puff puff!"
Balls of blood mist exploded.
The fire-burning Luoyang Mansion was stained with blood red.
These promising disciples died here one after another at this moment.
After breaking through all the disciples' defense lines, Mu Qingyun successfully arrived in front of Tang Ming.
The cold blade pierced the opponent's chest again.
"This time, let me see who else will stand in front of you!"
All the martial arts disciples died, but Tang Ming had not yet absorbed the power of the medicine.
Seeing the blade about to hit.
A figure is coming in an instant!
"Qiang!"
The black gun blade blocked the holy sword.
The person standing next to Tang Ming was Ye Yuntian.
Witnessing the deaths of all his accompanying disciples, his eyes were filled with endless anger.
"Mu Qingyun, I want you to die!"
Burning the last of his spiritual power, Ye Yuntian drained the power from his body until the last moment.
The bloody unicorn also exerted its majestic brute force like a ferocious beast, pushing Mu Qingyun's figure back half a step.
Such a desperate fighting style showed a hint of fear on Mu Qingyun's face.
Because he could feel that the faith erupting from these two people exceeded his own will for revenge.
Mu Qingyun, who was frustrated again, roared instantly.
"No! No way!"
"I won't lose, and I can't lose again!"
The power of Yin evil surged out again, and all the powerful Zhenyuan cultivation was used, destroying all the power that Ye Yuntian finally exerted.
"Bang!"
The evil spirit instantly swallowed up the bloody unicorn, and Ye Yuntian's figure flew several meters away with the thrust of the explosion, and finally hit the wall and landed on the ground.
Even though his consciousness was about to disappear at the end, he still spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Tang Ming, kill him!"
