In line with the idea that only by saving his own life can he not drag others down, Chen Er in the forest specially found some places that no one had walked on and no beasts had ever been infested.

Go deeper and deeper, go farther and farther.

Anyway, if you are in the sin vein, as long as the other party can't kill Ning Zhiyuan quickly, then there will definitely be deacons and elders in the sin vein who will come to the rescue.

Not far from Chen Erxiao's courtyard, Ning Zhiyuan held the tail of the gun on the ground, about a foot deep into the ground, and held the gun tightly with his right hand, confronting the masked man.

"The battle is not short, are you sure you want to fight?" Ning Zhiyuan frowned and said breathlessly.

Ning Zhiyuan's chest was slightly sunken, and there were several darts stuck in his body, in addition to dozens of sword wounds, large and small. The wound was lying bloody, and although it was not fatal, it had some effect on the action.

"There's really no need to fight anymore!" the masked man actually nodded, as if agreeing with Ning Zhiyuan's words.

"Then forgive me for not being well entertained and unable to send off guests!" Ning Zhiyuan said coldly, and after speaking, he pulled out his spear, the head of the spear slanted towards the lower right front of his body, and made a gesture of invitation with his left hand.

If it weren't for the wounds on his body, it would have been easy for others to think that he had won this battle.

Because the sin vein is weak, he will often be looked down upon by the rest of the veins, so for so many years, the two words he understands the most are calm.

In layman's terms, it is a batch.

The masked man did not choose to leave, but said in his vicissitudes of life: "I always thought that the sin veins were all old, weak, sick and disabled, but I didn't expect that the senior brother of the sin veins still has some looks like. Although I let go of a child full of holes, I can barely compensate for the harvest of a senior brother who is okay in the gun path!"

"What do you mean?" Ning Zhiyuan withdrew the gun slightly, his eyes full of vigilance.

"It's not interesting, let's get on the road!" After the masked man finished speaking coldly, Ning Zhiyuan actually found that he couldn't move, and he couldn't even make a sound!

Immediately afterwards, the body was as itchy as ten thousand ants crawling.

At the beginning, this feeling was still very light, and Ning Zhiyuan could still endure it. But as the feeling intensified, the expression on his face became a little distorted.

If his body could move, he could release this feeling, but he couldn't even shout now!

"呲~" "呲~" "呲~"

Blood began to pour out from the wounds on his body, large and small. Ning Zhiyuan's already distorted face began to be frightened again!

He wasn't a saint, he was afraid of death, and this strange method was especially terrifying.

But he couldn't break free! He tried everything he could think of to struggle, but to no avail.

After the blood poured out of his body, it gathered into a single strip and was caught by the outstretched palm of the masked man.

What's even more bizarre is that the blood was absorbed the moment it touched the masked man's palm.

"Ah~" A comfortable ** came out of the mask man's mouth.

"It's not good, but it's a little bit of a make-up!" The old voice of the masked man seemed to be a little younger.

Originally, the cultivator's heart had a strong blood-forming ability, but it couldn't be supplied at all under the absorption of the masked man, and it only lasted for a while, and Ning Zhiyuan's body dried up.

"Huh~" A sound of breaking the air came, and the masked man waved his other hand casually, and the flames scattered.

"I've already called someone over! You'd better release them immediately!" Yi Ruo's voice sounded, Ning Zhiyuan's eyes suddenly brightened, and even the speed of heart hematopoiesis accelerated.

The masked man stared at Eruo, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking in the two eyes that appeared outside the mask.

"Little girl, I know you didn't call anyone! If you want to intervene, then come here, my hand is still free, so I don't mind absorbing one more." ”

Hearing the masked man's words, and seeing Ning Zhiyuan's current situation again, she was frightened and took a slight step back, but she stepped back in an instant.

"This matter has been encountered by this woman, you can't ignore it, you look at the wicked man!"

Yi Ruo's voice trembled slightly, but he directly pinched out two fireballs to show his determination.

The masked man stared at Yi Ruo, who was holding the flame in his hand for a long time, and finally let Ning Zhiyuan go.

Raising his hand, he just wanted to rub his forehead, only to realize that he was wearing a mask, so he had to put his hand down again.

After two glances, a few unwilling bounces disappeared.

After the masked man disappeared, Ning Zhiyuan collapsed to the ground, and if there was no way to tell if the masked man had really left, he still maintained the motionless posture of the action just now.

After a long time, he still didn't see the masked man, so he scattered the fireball and ran over to support Ning Zhiyuan.

"Quick, go and find someone to save Chen Er!" Ning Zhiyuan fainted after speaking.

Although he thought he was young, he had already passed the foundation collar, and it didn't take much effort to resist a person who was almost sucked dry.

When she finally came to the main hall in the surprised eyes of the sin lineage disciple all the way, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Dongfang Xuan stayed behind to take care of Ning Zhiyuan, and the rest of the elders all went to the courtyard where Chen'er was.

However, they searched everywhere they could, and not only did the masked man disappear out of thin air, but Chen Er also disappeared.

When everyone came back to look at the main hall of Zhang Xuansu, their hearts were like a heavy hammer.

In recent years, although there have been frequent deaths and injuries among the disciples of the sin lineage, it is the first time that a funeral has been held.

The stele is engraved with the names of all the people in the sin vein, and the vein is used to officiate.

The whole process, sad and depressed, Dongfang Xuan only said four words.

Sin Blood, Fight to the Death!

In the eyes of outsiders, the sins of this day are crazy. Because they actually took the lead in making a move on their connections!!

The entire Dongfang family went crazy.

Death Pulse Battle, maybe most of the disciples of the Dongfang family can only see each other once in this life.

Dongfang Wentian doesn't understand, Dongfang Yuan doesn't understand, and even Dongfang Shangcheng is stunned.

Why did he take the lead in attacking?

Just by breath, or with confidence?

Dongfang Shangcheng knew that the eldest disciple of the sinful lineage died, but it wasn't him!

Although he also thought about sending someone to do this, it was a step too late after all!

Dongfang Shangcheng has a feeling of being taken advantage of.

So a strange scene appeared, not to mention that the sin vein, who was obviously the weaker party, took the lead in attacking, but when he released it strongly, he actually gathered all the disciples together and avoided fighting.

Many people don't understand, could it be that the rules of the death vein fight have been changed to one side attacking and one side defending?

As a result, some of the disciples began to run to revisit the rules of the Pulse Fight and the Death Pulse Fight.

......

"Are you crazy? You have lived to be a dog for so many years? Do you feel very comfortable taking on the entire sin vein in order to take a breath! Why do you Dongfang Xuan be a fart! Why do you let so many disciples accompany you to die!" Dongfang Yuan is really angry! Ignoring the sin vein elders present, he pointed at Dongfang Xuan's nose and scolded!

The four elders looked at their noses and noses, and their noses were concerned, but they all pretended not to hear.

Joke, what is the relationship between the two of them? Who dares to help, the first to be cleaned up by their own family owner!

"You don't understand!" Dongfang Xuan found the right time and interjected.

"I don't understand, I don't understand, you won't say, what kind of mystery is pretending, it's interesting to make me anxious?" Dongfang Yuan became even more angry.

"Then do you know why connections avoid fighting instead of fighting?" Dongfang Xuan raised his voice slightly.

In an instant, Dongfang Yuan, who was still angry just now, quieted down and began to ask like a scholar, "Why?"

Dongfang Xuan did not answer, but looked into the distance outside the hall from inside the hall and squinted his eyes.

Unexpectedly, a death pulse fight actually led to a third-party force.