Yun Chenning, who broke free from the clamp of the people next to her, hurriedly turned around and looked for a way to go up the high platform, and turned a few corners of the stairs on weekdays, at this moment in her eyes it was like a road that could never be finished, she ran out of breath, and even a little embarrassed, almost stepped on her skirt, rolled down the stairs, and finally almost ran to Feng Jue's side, only the blood gushing from his chest in his eyes, not caring if there was dust on the ground, kneeling directly beside him, holding one of his hands tightly.

Feng Jue, who was pressed against the wound, snorted, and his brows were wrinkled into eight figures, but when he saw Xiao Bai Porcelain crying with a handful of snot and tears, he still gritted his teeth and swallowed back the words he wanted to say.

"Woooooooooo......oo Feng Jue, don't you die, you don't want to die......" Yun Chening looked at Feng Jue's exposed wounds at a loss, shocked, Feng Jue gasped, and comforted weakly: "Don't die, I won't die, I haven't married you yet, how can I be willing to die." ”

Nan Wuya, who was originally standing behind him, raised his hands and sat on the ground, the white robe on his body was spotless, and the blue circle of light slowly spread out around him, protecting the high platform, forming a turtleshell-like protective cover, "Ning girl, stand down." ”

Nan Wuya spoke slowly, seeing that the master was going to heal Feng Jue's injuries, Yun Yuning hurriedly wiped a handful of tears, sniffed, took two steps back, and Yun Juncheng, who was resting on the beauty, stared at Nan Wuya, who looked much younger.

Yun Juncheng was very surprised, after all, when they met more than ten years ago, Nan Wuya was a white-bearded old man, how could he become a fairy-like son after more than ten years?

Although he already knew that Master would be able to restore his youthful appearance, Yun Corning still felt a little uncomfortable seeing this young face after being separated from him for so long.

Thanks to Nan Wuya, she didn't restore her former appearance when she taught her martial arts, and if she did, her life might develop into a bloody love triangle.

This Nan Wuya locked several of Feng Jue's acupoints, so as to stop the blood that was still flowing out, but he still had to bandage, and then carefully cultivated after going back, and looked up to see that Feng Yun seemed to be fighting with Qu Qianjing with full strength, but Qu Qianjing, who was sitting and playing the piano, had long been impatient to consume with him, seeing that Nan Wuya had already dealt with the matter on Feng Jue's side, his right hand slapped down, and the piano floating in the air emitted a purple light, and he turned in a circle in the air, "Huh" With a bang, where the purple light disappeared, a sword with a purple tassel on the hilt was slowly drawn.

Qu Qianjing held the piano in one hand and the sword in the other, and flew in the direction of Nan Wuya, at the same time, Nan Wuya, who got up from the ground, flicked his sleeves, and the sword that exuded a faint blue light was as agile as a snake, and the moment the two figures were about to approach, Nan Wuya lightly pulled a sword flower, lowered the sword in his hand, and Qu Qianjing, who was behind him, found the right time, stepped on the sword with his toes, turned sideways slightly, and the qin he was holding in his arms happened to block a shot from Feng Yun's stab.

Then he took advantage of his strength to soar into the air and landed steadily on the ground, Nan Wuya, who closed his eyes, and Qu Qianjing, who was still in the air, looked down at him, and at the moment when he shouted "Ten Thousand Swords Come to Chao", he plucked the strings, and the leaves around him were swept up by these two powerful air currents, and Nan Wuya and Qu Qianjing, who were in the center of this air flow, turned their robes over, but they were not affected in any way.

Whether it is the sound of the piano or the shadow of the sword, it is like a dense blade flying straight towards Feng Yun, and Yun Ci Ning, who is holding the pillar on the high platform, is stunned to see this scene, this is a strong combination of two people with the highest attainments in martial arts? She now understands how important it is to have a big man master hugging his thighs, and the "fairy couple" that circulated on the rivers and lakes some time ago must be talking about the two of them, after all, apart from them, Yun Ci Ning can no longer think of anyone else.

Just when everyone thought that Feng Yun's qi was exhausted, and Nan Wuya and Qu Qianjing would be able to subdue him by joining forces, a red figure came on the red silk, and the complicated red silk hit the qin in Qu Qianjing's hand with twelve points of strength, however, even if Shui Yuehan's martial arts attainments were high, they were still no match for the Poison Immortal Qu Qianjing, who had been practicing in the Poison Immortal Valley for more than 80 years.

But seeing Qu Qianjing unhurriedly turned sideways, dodging the red silk, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and with a "Zheng" sound, all the red silk guarding Feng Yun was torn, and the red cloth strips were mixed with the maple leaves, and for a while he couldn't tell where the cloth was and where it was the leaves.

Feng Yun, who was carrying a gun, didn't seem to realize that Shui Yuehan was here to help him, but blamed him for blocking his way, and when Shui Yuehan turned around, when he saw his pair of red eyes, he felt that something was wrong, although he repeatedly reminded Feng Yun not to get angry easily, but he still couldn't change that temper, and now the poison must have spread to Feng Yun's body everywhere, controlling his brain, and now Feng Yun is already a sixth relative who does not recognize it.

Shui Yuehan flicked his sleeves to block the sword shadow released by Nan Wuya, and snorted coldly: "To bully more and less, what kind of righteous way is it?"

Qu Qianjing raised her eyebrows, her subordinates did not stop, and when Shui Yuehan was still wondering why her figure gradually disappeared, she suddenly appeared behind Feng Yun, the sword in her hand came out, and Shui Yuehan, who noticed that something was wrong, barely stopped at all, raised her hand to protect Feng Yun directly behind him, gritted her teeth and grabbed the sword that pierced her chest, the blood was left along her fingers, and Shui Yuehan's eyes ignited with anger: "You...... Still...... Sneak attack!"

"I've never said I'm right. Qu Qianjing mercilessly pulled out the sword in Shui Yuehan's body, which could be regarded as avenging Feng Jue.

Blood splattered on the ground, sensing that consciousness was peeling away, Shui Yuehan bowed up in pain, until the moment before he died, for some reason, he wanted to look at Feng Yun's eyes again, but in addition to being full of hatred, those red eyes seemed to be only cold.

"cough ......" Shui Yuehan's body fell heavily to the ground, unwilling to struggle anymore, so many years of planning still failed, slowly closed his eyes, the scene in front of him gradually began to blur, and the dark clouds overhead were gradually gathering, like ...... It's going to rain......

The wind rolled up the fallen leaves, and he suddenly saw the scene where Nan Wuya and Qu Qianjing teamed up to beat Feng Yun, blood flowed all over the ground, but it was soon washed away by the raindrops of beans, and the bloody qi had not yet permeated the tip of his nose, and he was already confused, and closed his eyes forever.

What is he doing in this life, repaying the favor, or what? I don't have the strength to think about it, probably, so be it.