Sun Ling loves face, if he admits defeat, he can only find another reason, how can he be stunned because of a person who has never heard of it, because of this, Sun Ling is still holding on. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Sun Miaoyi over there had already smelled the breath of death, Yanchen's fingers without any temperature were clasping her neck tightly, she could have tried to break free, but found that her body couldn't move.

If Lu Yuanrong could tell him what it was like to offend Yanchen, I was afraid that no matter how much Sun Miaoyi hated Li Luo, she would not retaliate so madly.

Sun Miaoyi stiffened her neck, her limbs were numb, and she shouted hard:

"Daddy! Come and save me—"

This shout seemed to have exhausted all of Sun Miaoyi's strength, and after shouting, Sun Miaoyi closed her eyes motionlessly, as if she was expecting Sun Ling to hear the call and hurriedly come to repel Yanchen.

The second time he heard his beloved daughter call for help, Sun Ling was already a little confused, and when he saw that Sun Ling wanted to take care of decency, he took the first step to stop fighting, and after he stopped, he warned Sun Ling with a cold face:

"Sun Ling, if you don't go again, I'm afraid it's too late, and the grievances between you and me don't necessarily have to be counted today. But God is not a person who loves to compromise, you can decide for yourself, if you still want to fight, I will accompany you to the end! ”

Obviously, Wuwei also saw through Sun Ling's intention to deliberately stir up trouble, so he spoke very coldly.

That Sun Ling hesitated for a moment, and finally raised the mad knife and erected, the long whip was tucked around his waist, and he turned around and shouted:

"The disciples of the Easy Sect obey the order - a truce for the time being!"

Then, Nasun Ling rushed behind Yanchen, intending to kill Yanchen, and then ordered the whole army to retreat.

But who expected, he raised and fell with a knife in his hand, but he didn't hurt Yanchen in the slightest, Yanchen was like a transparent person, immune to Sun Ling's blade and sword qi, and there were no scratches on his robe.

Pity Sun Miaoyi, she was injured by her father's knife qi, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Seeing this, Sun Ling panicked, with a hellish expression on his face, he rubbed his eyes, and brandished the mad knife again, but this time he was afraid that Sun Miaoyi would be injured by mistake, and the internal force injected into the mad knife was much less, and he almost only relied on the sharp energy of the treasure knife itself to attack.

However, this attack was no different from the previous one, it had no effect, Yanchen was not at all, his posture was still handsome and elegant, but Sun Miaoyi's arm had an extra knife cut.

After trying this three times, Sun Ling didn't believe in evil, but he saw that Yan Chen was unmoved, and he was determined to defy the challenges of mortals like a god descending into the world, but Sun Miaoyi was injured again and again, and Sun Ling showed a look of jealousy.

After hesitating for a while, Sun Ling knelt down towards Yanchen, who had his back to him, and reluctantly relented:

"The grievances between the two factions have nothing to do with the little girl, and please don't hurt the innocent this strong man!"

Although Sun Ling knelt down and begged for mercy to save Sun Miaoyi's life, his words were still tough, and he didn't know why Yanchen wanted to hold Sun Miaoyi, so he mistakenly thought that Yanchen was just taking Sun Miaoyi as a hostage.

Yanchen didn't reply, his face was cold, he glanced sideways at Li Luo who was dying on the ground, and stretched out his empty arm to inject air into Li Luo.

In less than a moment, Li Luo's complexion improved, the trauma healed, and everyone stared at Yanchen's healing technique in amazement, with an incredible color in their eyes.

Retracting his hand, Yanchen raised his eyes and glanced at Wuwei them, and after finding Fang Zipei, his eyes were fixed on Fang Zipei, and he said softly:

"The external injury is easy to heal, and the internal injury still needs to be recuperated, you take her back first."

Fang Zibei stepped forward when he heard the words, nodded at Yanchen, and the content in his eyes seemed to tell Yanchen - don't worry, I will look at her well.

On this occasion, everyone in Xiaoyaomen and Wuling was attracted by Yanchen's every move, and everyone didn't dare to breathe, wanting to see if Yanchen had any other breathtaking spells.

Looking at Sun Ling's face again, he already had remorse, he broke out in a cold sweat, his head spun rapidly, as if he was thinking of a way to resolve his grievances.

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't make a round of emotion and reason, so he looked at Wuwei who was watching coldly, and begged sincerely:

"Wuwei Daoist, for the sake of Xiaoyaomen and Wuling for many years, can you beg God to let the little girl go for me?"

Before Wuwei could answer, Yanchen swept his gaze to the other party and warned expressionlessly:

"Wuwei, last time, I have violated my limit, I hope you think clearly."

Of course, Wuwei understood what Yanchen meant, and he didn't mean to interfere at all, so he hurriedly replied:

"God, this time it is indeed the fault of Miaoyi and Sun Zhangmen, since Sun Miaoyi does not recognize the master and the ancestor, then I have no reason to interfere without age. God, please take care of yourself—"

After Wuwei finished speaking, he stood aside with his hands, and Sun Ling heard that Wuwei was in a hurry to clear up his involvement when he saw that he was not saving him, so he angrily reprimanded:

"Wuwei old man! Miaoyi has called you the ancestor for a few years! You are so indifferent and have no mercy, are you worthy of being a monastic! ”

Hearing this, Wuwei didn't feel that he was excessive, so he replied with a righteous and solemn expression:

"Master Sun, first of all, it was you who provoked trouble, attacked me on Chinese New Year's Eve, injured my two junior brothers, and seriously injured my disciple Sun!" The number of minor injuries has not yet been counted! Excuse me, where is your compassion when you have nothing to do? Do you have a friendship with your ageless? And secondly, even if I were willing to say a good word for your miserous daughter, it would not change God's mind! You want to be slaughtered, I don't want to do such a stupid thing! Furthermore, I am ageless and do not deceive, it does not mean that others can unscrupulously bully me and am ageless! This is called karma, it just comes quickly, and Master Sun should please do it himself! ”

Wuwei's tirade is reasonable, and there is no place to be criticized at all, that Sun Linglai is the first to commit Wuling, and at this time, Wuling stands by and watches, what else does he have to say.

The trouble he caused could only be solved by himself, and Sun Ling had to accept his fate.

Yanchen's patience had run out, and he planned to finish Sun Miaoyi quickly, and then give Xiaoyaomen a hard lesson, and rushed back to the wing room to take care of Li Luo.

Seeing that Yanchen's whole body was full of light, and he gathered evenly into the palm that held Sun Miaoyi, Sun Ling secretly sighed that it was not good, so he tried to stop it, but before he could get close, he was shocked by Yanchen's anger.

Sun Ling's uninteresting behavior annoyed Yanchen, and he saw that the sky above Wuling began to change again-the wind and clouds, lightning and thunder, Wuwei and others' hearts-this time, I'm afraid that no one can persuade them.

Yanchen grabbed Sun Miaoyi's white and tender neck with one hand, and quickly held Sun Miaoyi hostage like a shadow, and flashed to Sun Ling, who had just stood firm.

Stretched out his other hand and sucked Sun Ling's throat, Sun Ling was stunned, but like a lamb to the slaughter, let Yanchen fiddle, seeing that his own head and eldest lady were all held by Yanchen, and some bloody Xiaoyaomen disciples hurriedly stepped forward to save people.

A circle of people besieged it, Qingfeng saw this and wanted to step forward to help Yanchen, but was pulled by Wangshu, Wangshu shook his head at Qingfeng, and whispered: (To be continued.) )