Lu Feng seemed to have his soul taken away, and with a bang, he stood on one knee.
The look of pain on his face has not yet receded, and his remaining right hand is holding the three-pointed spear, which is still trembling.
Ye Wumian watched coldly, his scalp numb.
As early as when he intercepted Wugong Shanren's long sword with one sword, he had been on guard.
He was afraid that this man would be cunning and use sorcery, and would do some tricks on the hilt of the sword, so he did not pick it up easily, but used the pine pattern sword to pry the sword away from a distance.
Unexpectedly, this subtle caution saved at least one arm for himself.
Otherwise, at this moment, the one kneeling on the ground suffering pain would not be Lu Feng, but him.
Ye Wumian was both happy and frightened at the same time. For a moment, he didn't even have time to come up with the next move.
When the three people on the field were in a stalemate, there was an extremely coercive force coming from a distance.
This overwhelming force is like a river boiling, boiling water, or like the scalding wind under the scorching sun, blowing into heat waves, directly attacking people's skin, soaking into the bone marrow, attacking the meridians and even the Dantian.
As soon as this happened, Ye Wumian and the other three could no longer continue fighting, and quickly adjusted their breath to resist external and internal forces.
No better than the invasion of rough internal forces from the Nitong realm, this feeling is burning from the skin to the bones, touching the soul, as if one has been tortured by the fire in the eighteenth level of hell!
Sleepless nights, I closed my eyes tightly and concentrated on resisting the experience.
He was very familiar with this sense of pressure.
Two or three months ago, I had a similar feeling when the well-dressed man carrying a broad black iron blade appeared in the Zhemei Inn on the Tea Horse Road.
Later, I learned from Zhou Xian that the man who pretended to be strong was Yue Buqi. Now that this feeling has returned, there is no doubt that Yue Buqi is approaching.
"When he released his pressure two months ago, although I felt uncomfortable, how could I be as panicky as I am tonight? He must have had reservations that day. Otherwise, with my cultivation at the Shuntong realm at that time, how could I forcibly resist it? Can you live up to the internal power of Qinsui Realm??"
That day was peacetime, but tonight was wartime. Wartime is different from peacetime.
As soon as this coercion came, an old voice also came: "Yue Buqi, you attacked Master Nanshu and caused his fall. Master Chen Lun of Yuelu Academy's 'Xiang Wan Tianshi' will not spare you." !”
As soon as he finished speaking, another pressure followed, but this pressure was not a burning sensation, but a kingly aura that made people tremble and make them kneel down and surrender.
It's just that there is an old age in the breath, a sense of twilight that cannot be concealed, and a sense of old age.
"puff……"
When Ye Wumian opened his eyes and looked in surprise, he saw Lu Feng suddenly falling to the ground, lying on his back with his limbs curled up, like an earth snake suppressed by a blue dragon, trembling and rolling his eyes.
From his broken arm, dirty blood flowed out, black and red.
Obviously, although the martial arts mountain man chopped off his arm with a sword and blocked most of the poison from spreading, there was still a small amount of poison that penetrated the body too quickly and affected his body. Otherwise, even if a man in the Nitong realm and the Angzang realm is faced with the Qinsui realm, he will not be so miserable.
Yue Buqi's laughter could be heard in the wind: "Master Chen, the old mountain master? Haha, it's just the dead bones in the grave. When Yue enters the fourth realm, kill him too!"
Immediately afterwards, the third pressure came. This pressure was as vast as the waves in the cave, but it was extremely unstable at this moment, like the howling wind and the emptying of the turbid waves. Ye Wumian thought: "This person may be that Chu Changgong."
He was constantly dealing with the battle tonight, but he was also keeping an eye on Yue Buqi's news.
Through the movements and shouts in the palace, he knew that Yue Buqi had fought against the three Qinsui realm experts in Prince Ji's palace with his own strength.
These three are King Ji, Zhenren Nanshu of Yuelu Mountain, and Changgong of Chu.
Now that Master Nan Shu has died, there are only two people left in the royal palace. Based on the coercive momentum they brought, it is probably possible to identify each person's identity.
"Shuzi is arrogant!"
I suddenly heard the voice of Ji Wang Laozhuo, and a dragon roar came from the underground of the palace. In an instant, countless people had liver and gallbladder splitting, and their hearts were beating wildly all night long. An indescribable feeling of horror in the blood, in the heart and lungs. In it, it was torn apart.
"Old man, you are arbitrarily using the power of the dragon vein of the Ming Dynasty royal family! Forgive Yue for not accompanying me anymore, where are the three orphans of Yan and Zhao!"
Ye Wumian could clearly hear that after the sound of the dragon's roar sounded, Yue Buqi's originally calm tone also showed a hint of wavering, and he quickly called up the three orphans of Yan and Zhao, eager to escape.
Yan and Zhao Sangu said in unison with anxious and joyful voices: "Here we are!"
"Take Jinzhu's daughter and run away quickly with me!"
"yes!"
Several sounds pierced the air, and Ye Wumian looked around. He saw a man carrying a black iron broad blade. He was holding up one person with his left hand, and another person with his right hand. He was holding up the man with his left hand and holding another person, and he was holding up the other man with his right hand. Picking up one person, this man took four people with him, and with the speed of a hunting falcon, he cut through the night sky and flew towards the outside of the city.
This man must be Yue Buqi. The three people he pulled up were all wearing white mourning clothes, and they must be the three orphans of Yan and Zhao. The person Han Shanqing is holding among the three orphans of Yan and Zhao must be Luo Xiangzhu.
"Miss……"
For the first time, Ye Wumian looked at Luo Xiangzhu from this perspective.
She was so close to him, so close that as long as Yue Buqi was willing, he could be sent to him in just a few breaths. In this way, he could take a good look at her face and feel her warm breath in the cold night.
But behind Yue Buqi, chasing after King Ji who had activated the power of the dragon vein, as well as Chu Changgong and the rest of the people, there was no way he could stop and give the lady to himself.
This distance is like the end of the world.
"Miss……"
The tears falling down were water seeping out of the mottled and cracked wall. The dry and cold wind blew his face chapped, and the salty tears were caused by the thin teeth biting the open wound, which was so painful.
His murmur also contained a hint of blessing, wishing that the young lady could escape and wish that she would be free from worries and resentments in this life, and that she would not have to be homeless or fearful.
A big golden dragon was wandering and circling.
When Ye Wumian took a closer look, he saw that it was not a real dragon, but a dragon-shaped true energy. An old man wearing a four-clawed dragon robe with white beard and hair, holding a long sword, was surrounded by dragon-shaped true energy. His figure was fast and tight. Hot pursuit of Xiang Yue Buqi.
"Yue Buqi, you claim to be unparalleled in swordsmanship, but do you dare to take my sword and 'kill all the millions of soldiers south of the Yangtze River'!"
Another man in a green cloak, covering his abdomen and holding a long sword, also tried his best to catch up.
…
As soon as these people left, the power that was originally clinging to Ye Wumian and others slowly receded like a tide.
This body has never felt so light and refreshing as it does now.
Ye Wumian let out a long breath of turbid air. Among the three of them, he was the first to react. He quickly used the light skill of "In the deep snow in the front village, a branch bloomed last night" and flew away.
"Stop! You little maid, now that you have become Yue Buqi's accomplice, where are you going to escape?"
Behind him, there was a loud shout, and a burning sensation came from the fire. When Ye Wumian looked back, a pair of familiar big wind-catching ears came into his eyes.
