Chapter 41 S serious injury

For a moment, the bloody killing scene suddenly lit up a large area of colorful magic weapon light, followed by a crowd of people shouting to kill, but countless Yinglongtang disciples emerged from the darkness and surrounded more than a dozen hell gate disciples.

Although the ten hell sect disciples do not have an advantage in number, they are all elites in the sect. Not only are their cultivation unfathomable, but their magic weapons in their hands are also unparalleled and bloodthirsty. The supreme secret art of Hell Gate "ghost control" has also been fascinated by them. Its power is not comparable to the previous gray-clothed prisoner with incomplete skills.

There was a burst of ghost crying and howling, and countless evil spirits were summoned to stand in front as cannon fodder, furthereasing the disadvantage of the number of people.

It can be imagined that the person who can be sent to Yinglong Villa as an undercover agent will not be a person with mediocre means. Therefore, the large number of disciples of Ying Longtang still can't gain the upper hand in a short period of time.

For a while, the two sides fought evenly, and the outcome was uncertain.

Seeing that hundreds of Yinglongtang disciples were transferred here, the first thing that Yan Ji thought of was that the defenses in other places would inevitably be empty. If there was an emergency in other places, there would be few people to rescue them.

"Such a good opportunity is suitable for going to the last three cells to find out the whereabouts of the master!" Yan Ji clenched her fists, her eyes were slightly red, and she had ignored everything.

He was about to act when he suddenly noticed the girl behind him, still holding the corner of his clothes tightly, curled up on his back, looking very painful, as if to cry.

"If you are afraid, go home quickly and don't stay here!" Yan Ji reminded her.

Yang Huanyu didn't seem to hear what he said. He still closed his eyes and said nothing. He kept working hard in his hands and tore the corners of Yan Ji's clothes. Then, her pale cheeks began to turn purple, and her lips trembled slightly, which was obviously a disease attack.

Looking at the girl's painful expression, a pure and innocent life was about to end, Yan Ji suddenly calmed down, hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to send the girl back to her residence.

With no hesitation, Yan Ji immediately carried Yang Huanyu on her backhand and carried Yang Huanyu to her house. At this time, Yan Ji felt her weight more clearly. If you use an exaggerated sentence to describe it, perhaps as long as there is a gust of wind, it can blow her down.

On the way, a middle-aged woman greeted them, who was Yang Huanyu's mother Su Qiurong. As soon as she saw this situation, she suddenly understood the reason of the matter. She hurried forward to hold her daughter's body and asked Yan Ji, "Is it Yuer who is sick again?"

Yan Ji nodded to Su Qiurong and replied, "Yes, so I sent the young lady back and asked your wife to treat her."

Su Qiurong took her daughter in her arms, looked at her daughter's purple cheeks, and spit out inaudible words, looking very painful. As a mother, how can she be more painful than her daughter?

In addition to sadness, she looked up at Yan Ji and said softly, "Your name is Xiaoyan, right? Thank you very much."

Yan Ji shook his head and arched his hand and said, "You're welcome, madam. This is my subordinates."

Su Qiurong nodded slightly, looked at Yan Ji's thin clothes, and said with concern, "The weather is very cold. Why don't you wear more clothes?"

When she said this, there was a little warmth in Yan Ji's heart and replied, "I, I'm not cold."

Su Qiurong smiled toughly and said, "I'll take Yuer back to take medicine immediately. If you have nothing to do, just listen to Yuyuan and have a rest first."

Yan Ji answered and turned to walk in the direction of Tingyuyuan. Halfway away from Su Qiurong's mother and daughter, he suddenly took out a black scarf from his arms and covered his face, jumped up and disappeared into the night.

Under the snowflakes, in the cold wind.

Twelve guards in rugs and hats stood straight at the mouth of the cave, holding fairy magic weapons in their hands, guarding the entrance of the cave of the cell. It seems that with the previous lessons, all of them have developed a twelve-point spirit.

A cold wind brushed the entrance of the cave, and there was a sense of killing in the wind.

Maybe they didn't feel the murderous atmosphere and still stood still.

In mid-air, Yan Ji floated leisurely and slowly raised the rainbow sword. The blue sword was like an explosion, and quickly shot away in all directions with the momentum of thunder.

The cold wind is colder, and the roar gradually accelerates. The snowflakes flying in the air turn into an invisible whirlpool, surrounding Yan Ji's figure.

In the snowflake vortex, a crisp sword sound moved the sky, and the blue light in the air was even more glorious in the scorching sun, expelling the darkness of this world.

In the dazzling Xuanqing light, a huge dark blue sword shadow bombarded down, stirring up snowflakes and flying cold air.

When the twelve guards looked up at the sky, the huge sword shadow had been cut off, and the blazing blue light instantly drowned their figures.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of ghost crying.

This sword formula is the fifth type of the shocking eight, "sword frightening ghosts and gods". It is the supreme sword formula that Sanqingguan has inherited for hundreds of years. It is famous all over the world. When it moves, it is powerful and has a strong force of ghosts crying and howling, so it is named "Sword Shocking Ghosts and Gods".

Yan Ji ran into the hole as fast as possible, but the result still disappointed him. He only saw more than a dozen strange faces, but not the face he was most familiar with.

This operation only helped him eliminate an option. His master Guangyi was mostly imprisoned in two cells that he had not checked at the end.

Without hesitation, Yan Ji still broke the chains on the more than ten prisoners, let them go, and then quickly withdrew the fairy sword and ran out of the cave.

In addition to the hole, in addition to the twelve guard corpses lying on the ground, there is also a heroic middle-aged man standing, wearing a light black robe, thin eyebrows and square face, two beards on his upper lip, full forehead and eyes.

"Good ability! What spell do you make? I can knock down twelve guards in an instant. I really want to see them again. Come on, do it!" The middle-aged man hummed gently and said to Yan Ji.

Seeing that he stood there in a hurry, Yan Ji had seen that this person's cultivation was good and full of confidence. He was by no means the third-rate people who rushed to fight when he saw people.

While Yan Ji was thinking about it, the middle-aged man had already jumped forward and moved as fast as lightning. In an instant, he appeared in front of Yan Ji.

He flashed, bringing a scorching airflow, and with a light red light all over his body, pressing on Yan Ji. The skills performed by this person are exactly the same as those performed by Su Qiurong when he saved Yan Ji and Susu last night.

A long roar, the sound moved in all directions, and the red light emanated from his body. In addition to being dazzling, there was a strong airflow, which made Yan Ji dare not dare to look at him.

Everything in heaven and earth trembled gently and crawled down for the power of such a powerful true law.

Under the red light and shadow, Yan Ji's body was reflected as red as iron, and his heart was slightly frightened. For the first time, he faced such a powerful enemy and dealt with this powerful true method. The unprecedented pressure almost made him breathless.

This person's cultivation is by no means lower than that of his previous opponent, the White Dragon Envoy, or even stronger than that of the White Dragon Envoy.

Yan Ji did not dare to take it. His feet were windy, and his figure retreated back to avoid his attack.

Between the middle-aged man's eyebrows, there was only a brief shock, but he did not expect that the person in front of him would have such a strange body, and his figure simply disappeared out of thin air.

In an instant, the middle-aged man noticed the location of Yan Ji's figure, raised his backhand, and his palms were like a flaming dragon, and grabbed Yan Ji.

"Oh" dragon chants, and the eardrums are painful. The figure of the man in the red light is like the eternal fire dragon, the ancient fire dragon, who is galloping and dancing, and wants to pour out everything in the world.

Yan Ji was shocked and did not expect that the middle-aged man's body steps would not be inferior to him. This move forced him to run away and blocked all his retreats.

The form is urgent, and Yan Ji immediately destroys the true spirit and uses the power of "Taiyi Wanxiang" to meet the opponent's attack.

A faint light spread on Yan Ji's body, and he raised his hands, opened his chest, and two empty spaces were rounded and pushed forward.

The feminine and true power of Taoism is completely opposite to the power of such a domineering and fierce Holy Dragon Sect. The two are both born with each other and overcome each other, and the mystery is endless.

"Bum!"

The palms met, stirring a strong invisible air wave spreading everywhere. The two only felt the heat wave on their faces and their clothes danced wildly.

The next moment, Yan Ji felt a strong and domineering hot air penetrated his body in an instant. His whole body was pushed a few feet away by the domineering power, and the qi and blood in his body began to surge, but there was a trace of hot blood at the corners of his mouth.

If he hadn't eaten two red fruits and got the pure power of two Jiazi, if he hadn't been soaked in Kirin's blood, the meridians of his whole body would have become as tough as iron, for fear of being shocked by the strong power of this middle-aged man.

In that room, the middle-aged man also seemed to suffer a lot. Although he did not see him spit blood, he was also forced to retreat a few feet away, and his hands trembled slightly. It seemed that his arm was sore by Yan Ji's "Taiyi Wanxiang".

With one palm, the two were separated seven or eight feet apart, so in their arms that they knew that they could not fight again and took the opportunity to escape.

The middle-aged man was about to chase, but a group of prisoners released by Yan Ji came out behind him, and more than ten people joined hands to attack the middle-aged man.

Yan Ji fled to a garden and suddenly felt that the blood in his body was more abundant, and he almost broke out of his body. His mind was buzzing, dizzy, and he could no longer destroy the true spirit to escape.

"You must hold on!" He gritted his teeth tightly and stopped in a dark corner of the wall to rest.

Just as I was about to destroy the veins of the whole body and recover from the injury, but I was too serious. As soon as I was lucky, I felt black in front of my eyes and fainted.

Falted into the thick snow, his whole body fell into the snow, and the snowflakes were still flying. Soon, he buried his whole body in the snow.

When I woke up again, I didn't know how long I had been in a coma, and I only knew that I was woken up by the cold. He broke through the snow and saw that it was still late at night, snowing all over the sky.

The dark night is empty and silent.

It seems that no one has found him yet, at least he is still safe now.

Yan Ji remembered that Xiao Yi had given him a bottle of the healing sacred "Longyan Dan" of the Holy Dragon Religion, and immediately groped it out of his arms and took out a grain and swallowed it.

The elixir melts in the mouth, and a warm current spreads from the throat and flows through the whole body in an instant. Although the symptoms of blood gas reflux and dizziness and tinnitus have slowed down, they still exist. As long as he takes one more step, the symptoms will worsen.

Although it is a panacea, it will not work immediately.