He didn't talk to Yaoqin anymore, and whipped the carriage with a whip and asked it to speed up. After more than ten breaths, he turned into the street in front of Baima Temple and saw that the temple wall had collapsed.

It seems to be destroyed by the sword energy.

You Wuming felt nervous, and when he looked up, he saw the two people confronting each other.

Brother Zhang Chu brought the seven-character elites and some masters of the Demon Sect. Opposite was an old white-bearded Taoist priest holding a sword, and several disciples who were closely guarding behind him.

There is also a weird swordsman wearing a black mask and holding an iron-filled sword.

"Brother Zhang Chu! Are you injured?"

You Wuming reached out and took Yaoqin out of the carriage, rushed to Zhang Chu for a few steps, and looked at Zhang Chu nervously.

The latter's clothes were shattered, and there were some blood on his arms and chest. The most dangerous wound was on his neck. A sword mark slipped from his neck into his chest. It was only a little short of it, and it could cut off the throat.

"Is it them, what they did?"

You Wuming's left eye turned red, and he reached out to hold the hilt of the evil knife behind him, like angering a wild beast, grinning, and his momentum was silent. He looked at the Chong and the old Taoist in front of him, and the Blood Sea Demon Technique was ready to be launched.

But just as he was about to draw the knife, Zhang Chu reached out and pressed it on his shoulder.

"No life, nothing big."

The leader of the Qijue Sect touched the wound on his neck. He grabbed Yaoqin's wrist with one hand and looked up at the righteous man in front of him. His eyes did not stop at the rushing and old Taoist body with a vigorous aura.

Instead, it went directly over and landed on the mountain ghost behind it.

The mountain ghost is not intact either.

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The mountain ghost seemed to have fought a desperate battle with a group of swordsmen.

In addition to the face and the mask protecting the neck and there are no scars, blood marks are left on every part of the body. The hand holding Chengying Sword was trembling slightly.

The most serious injury was the left leg, with blood stains bit by bit, and the legs of my trouser were left, and there was a small pool of blood under my feet.

"Brother Li Gui, we will never decide the winner again."

Zhang Chu glanced at the knife that had cracks in his hand, and he said to the mountain ghost loudly:

"Let's just be here tonight. Since someone is disturbing us, we will have a discussion next time."

"Let that woman go!"

Shan Gui's tone was silent, and his eyes were staring at Yaoqin whose wrist was locked by Zhang Chu, and he felt guilty in his heart.

He clearly promised Chen Qiu to protect her.

I've made a mistake.

"She is your friend?"

Zhang Chu glanced at Yaoqin, and his strange and strange pupils swept over, making Yaoqin, who was holding Guqin, tremble for a moment. The person in front of him was different from You Wuming.

Being stared at by him is like being stared at by a poisonous snake or a hungry wolf.

There was a gloomy and sneaky aura, brewing in his eyes. Yaoqin had never had contact with the Demon Cult, but the man in front of him should be the Demon Cult!

That look is only available to the Demon Cult.

"Brother Li Gui, you really don't understand the charm. How could I bear to hurt such a beauty?"

Zhang Chu glanced at Yaoqin.

He said a picture-like beauty, but he did not reach out to touch it. He is not Zhang Lan, and he is addicted to men and women's affairs. What is the enjoyment of men and women's love?

Just like his father, he is invincible in the world, and countless people kneel down and worship him, that is his ideal.

"Not only will I not hurt Miss Yaoqin, I will also take her back to the Western Regions and become the Holy Fire Holy Lady below and above all the people, with a respectable status and enjoying the prosperity and wealth of the world."

Zhang Chu took a step back, and he looked at the righteous man in front of him and said:

"Let's just be here tonight, keep some energy, face the future, what can you do to defend Luoyang?

The Central Plains are already the things in the Northern Dynasties.

The dispute between good and evil is also implicit in the general trend of the world. You are short-sighted and now you are in a inferior position.

I, Zhang Chu, have made plans. With the defeat of the Southern Dynasty, it will be the final outcome of you all the elm-heads!

Walk!"

Zhang Chu grabbed Yaoqin's wrist and, under the protection of a group of elite seven-character elites and masters of the Demon Sect, turned around and walked into the night. He rushed back and slashed his teeth and slashed his sword, pulled his sword forward, and his true energy was surging and he cut down with one sword.

The sword light was flying, and he was about to get Zhang Chu and Yaoqin into it.

But You Wuming took a step forward, and the monster red light suddenly came out of the sheath, and the illusion of the sea of ​​blood swept endlessly, swallowing the sword light, pulling everyone in front of you into the sea of ​​blood.

As early as in Suzhou, Chong and Lao Dao were impacted by the unstable illusion of the blood sea at that time. This will make the Wuming sword technique very close, and it will be integrated with the Ku Xieren sword, and the blood sea burst out, which will be more than five or six times stronger.

Even the half-step Tianlist was covered in an illusion, and my mind was swaying for a moment.

Only the mountain ghost held the shadow in his hand and protected him in front of him. The black sword buzzed, making his mind stand firm.

"Don't want it, come with me!"

You Wuming's sword is just for deterrence.

Brother Zhang Chu did not let him kill anyone.

He took a few steps back, followed Zhang Chu, left Baima Temple, and was about to speak when he heard the sound of horse hooves coming at night on the street. The murderous aura was like invisible water, rushing along the street, and the powerful demon sect masters pulled out their weapons one after another.

You Wuming even stepped forward a few steps, holding the evil in his hand, and the sea of ​​blood flowed, protecting everyone.

The sound of horse hooves, Yaoqin, whose wrist was locked, also raised her head at this moment. With the light of the White Horse Temple, she saw the man rushing out of the darkness, riding on a horse, holding an eight-foot silver spear.

Chen Qiu...

He was covered in blood, his clothes were scattered, and his body was in a mess, as if he had just crawled out of a sea of ​​corpses and blood. Everyone behind him was like this, just like a remnant soldier on the battlefield.

But the stormy murderous aura was so real.

It's like everything in front of you can be broken by that gun.

When the mountain ghost saw his brother coming, he jumped a few steps and staggered into the Qingqing war horse. Just like the last drop of water, it also merged into the battle formation, making the fierce aura stronger than the other.

At this moment, Yaoqin's big eyes widened.

She is laughing.

A smile from the bottom of my heart.

Just like the difficulties in the world, there is no fear anymore.

She had never said to You Wuming before, what kind of love is, but now there is no need to say it.

In front of you...

Isn't this the right one?

The remnant city, the lonely army, and the silver spear is lit.

Bloody, heroic, young man.
Chapter completed!