Jiang Li was concerned about the safety of his master, and he had no time to take care of anything else. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Chi Yufeng, who followed closely behind her, although he saw it, but the importance of Jiang Li and Master in his heart is self-evident, even if he sees Luo Chengyun go to Wei Jinyuan, there will be no other changes in the future, so he doesn't care.

For the Kongshan Sect and the Xuanji Sect, facing the seven Yuanying Monks and dozens of Jindan Monks was undoubtedly a huge pressure; And for the people left behind on the side of Qingyunmen, it is not easy at all.

The seven Yuanying Monks were all injured to varying degrees because of the previous forced manpower to maintain the formation. The combat effectiveness is far inferior to their normal state. Moreover, there are a large number of these people, the magic weapons are changeable, and the use is tricky, which is simply impossible to prevent.

"Master!"

Jiang Li watched as the two flying sickles, one left and one right, were inserted into Du Lingxiao's waist. Suddenly, my heart was broken, my hands and feet were numb, and I screamed heartbreakingly.

Du Lingxiao heard the familiar voice in his ears at first glance, and looked over in surprise, and saw Chi Yufeng pulling Jiang Li, who was a little frightened, to hide behind a fallen stone pillar. In a moment of distraction, the scythe was pulled back by the thin chain on the handle, and one of them broke through his defenses again, landing under his left rib.

Jiang Li's eyes widened in horror, and there was a roar in his brain.

"They hurt Master."

"They hurt Master."

"Master is dying."

"Master is dying."

……

Two sentences appeared in her mind over and over again, and for a moment she remembered that her master had taught her to memorize and read and write; For a while, she was tired of playing on the master's lap like a little daughter. The past is always the same, like a horse watching the flowers, one by one.

In the blink of an eye, these pictures turned, and I just saw the fourth senior uncle Du Zhenjun flying in front of Du Lingxiao and blocking the fourth attack for him.

After all, Du Zhenjun only had the cultivation of the Dao Period, and the scythe that hooked the soul and killed attacked his dantian mercilessly.

The pain started from the dantian, and instantly flowed all over his body, and his baby face convulsed into a ball of pain.

"Little four." Du Lingxiao didn't care about his own safety, and struggled to beat the sickle back, the wound on his body cracked a few points, and the dazzling red color kept coming out.

Du Lingxiao caught the fallen Du Zhenjun, and the red color on the two of them couldn't tell who was who.

"Take this medicine quickly." Du Lingxiao hurriedly poured out a pale green pill.

"No need." Du Zhenjun endured the pain, and said unsteadily: "Gaozu, Gaozu Grandpa, I ......"

Before he finished his words, the dark pupils had already diluted.

"Little four."

Du Lingxiao's eyes were red, and tears almost burst out of his eyes.

He remembered a summer four hundred years ago, full of green trees and bamboos. He went out to experience the worldly family, the small figure hiding behind the rockery covered with lily vines, a pair of big black eyes pretending to be curious and inquisitive.

"I heard that you are my great-grandfather?"

"Are you an immortal?"

"Can I also cultivate immortals?"

So, during that year's training, like a master, he took away a child with spiritual roots from the family.

This child is Du Zhenjun, who later became his fourth junior brother.

But now this grown up child is lying in the crook of his arm, without breath.

The surrounding swords and sword shadows, flesh and blood flying, Du Lingxiao felt full of grief and indignation, and a killing intent rampaged through his chest, and he wanted to break open his chest and rush out.

"Ahh

A mournful cry rose from the ground, striking everyone's eardrums.

This sound is not as rich and distant as the purple toad, nor is it deafening and deafening in gluttony. But it seemed to emanate from the deepest depths of everyone's consciousness, stirring everyone's consciousness and making them miserable.

The shouting continued, and the sound waves were like a sharp and huge sword, splitting the heavens and the earth. Suddenly, the sky collapsed, the sky collapsed in the center, and the earth sank in all directions.

It was still blue and white, but in the blink of an eye, it seemed to be devoured by a giant beast, and the darkness was overwhelmingly suppressed with palpitating panic.

Swirling air currents appeared in the sky facing Qingyunmen, gradually converging into a large whirlpool. Suddenly, the whirlpool spread, revealing a black curtain that obscured all the light.

The black curtain was sprinkled with brilliant stars, like chess pieces scattered at random by a giant hand, vertical and horizontal, shining brightly.