When the old man saw his junior brother fleeing, he wanted to chase him, but at this time, this world is not only the rain of swords in the sky, but also the sharp thorns on the ground, and he can't fly here, unless he can be like the man surnamed Li, he will definitely not be able to catch up with him, thinking of this, the old man snorted angrily, and he could only give up.

On the other side, Yang Qingyan looked at the rain of swords in the sky and the sharp thorns on the ground and couldn't help but be speechless for a moment, always feeling that this was especially like the Knife Mountain Hell, one of the eighteen-layer hells in his previous life.

At this time, Yang Qingyan had a transparent light shield on his body to protect his body, separating the sword rain in the sky from the blades on the ground, and Xuanyuan Ling Han's face next to him was still cold and handsome, a trace of confusion flashed in his glass-like eyes, he was dressed in green clothes, his body was vigorous, and his body exuded a faint blue light, which separated the sword rain.

Yang Qingyan was about to speak, when he suddenly sensed the breath of life not far away, which was very weak. And Xuanyuan Ling Han next to him also seemed to sense something, and glanced over there lightly.

Yang Qingyan saw that Xuanyuan Linghan seemed to feel it too, and couldn't help but feel in his heart that this Xuanyuan Linghan was becoming more and more mysterious, wasn't Baicaomen the weakest attack? But she felt that this Xuanyuan Ling Han's attack had never been weak, and even her intuition told her that he was even stronger.

In this place where you can't use your divine sense, you can sense life, one is that you are a snake, you can rely on heat to sense, but you are the body of a wood spirit, and your perception of life is also very strong, so you can sense it, but how can this Xuanyuan Ling Han sense it?

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Yang Qingyan smiled slightly and said, "Xuanyuan Daoyou, you also feel it!" How about we go over there and see? ”

Xuanyuan Linghan heard Yang Qingyan say that he wanted to go ahead to have a look, and immediately a trace of indifference and displeasure flashed in his eyes, but when he saw the persistence in Yang Qingyan's eyes, he nodded lightly and agreed.

Seeing that Xuanyuan Ling Han agreed, Yang Qingyan smiled at the corner of his mouth, looked at the sharp blade on the ground, secretly used the Lotus Star Killing Technique, and gently stepped out towards the sharp blade in front of him.

Just when the toes were about to touch the sharp blade, a cyan lotus flower curtained from the sharp blade, the lotus flower was beautiful, delicate and weak, such as jade carving, exuding a faint cyan brilliance, Yang Qingyan's jade feet were towered in the stamen of the cyan lotus.

In this way, Yang Qingyan used the lotus star killing technique, step by step lotus into the distance, the sky was full of golden light, in this rain of swords, a woman in cyan clothes walked on the sword step by step, it really gave people a different kind of beauty.

Yang Qingyan didn't see that when she was about to step on the blade, a trace of nervousness flashed in Xuanyuan Linghan's eyes, and his white jade-like hands also emitted a burst of ice-blue brilliance, and it was not until Yang Qingyan stepped into a lotus flower that the trace of nervousness in Xuanyuan Linghan's eyes disappeared.

And when Yang Qingyan was walking in the rain of swords when he was growing a lotus, it also made a certain young man's indifferent eyes shine.

A light smile flashed on Xuanyuan Ling Han's handsome and indifferent face, and in an instant, with a flick of his green clothes, he lifted his slender and sturdy thighs and walked in the direction of Yang Qingyan, what Yang Qingyan didn't see was that Xuanyuan Linghan actually stepped into the air step by step, without the help of any secret magic weapons. It's a pity that under the cover of the golden light and sword rain in the sky, Yang Qingyan can't see it.

After a while, Yang Qingyan came to the place that emitted the breath of life, and when he got closer, he found that there was a person lying on the ground at this time, this person couldn't see what he looked like, he was covered in blood, and his whole body was pierced by sharp blades, and the only thing he could see was that this was a man.

When Yang Qingyan saw this, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, his jade hand stroked, and a green light shrouded this dying man.

And after Yang Qingyan did this, Xuanyuan Linghan also walked over, and after seeing this scene, a trace of doubt flashed in Xuanyuan Linghan's indifferent eyes.

Seeing Xuanyuan Linghan coming, Yang Qingyan asked, "Xuanyuan Daoyou, can you see who this person is?" ”

"I don't know about that." Xuanyuan Ling Han glanced at the man, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and said indifferently.

"Alright! Why don't we get him back first? Yang Qingyan looked at the people on the ground, a trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes, and he said softly.

"This person is not only injured by a knife, judging by his purple and black skin, he should have been hit by some kind of strong poison, but also his mana is overdrawn, and his body is very close to collapse, I have no way to treat him here." Xuanyuan Linghan looked at Yang Qingyan and said slowly.

Yang Qingyan also felt a little difficult when she heard Xuanyuan Ling Han say this, she didn't refine any healing pills, how could she save it? Suddenly, Yang Qingyan thought that in addition to the Wood God Mark in his inheritance at that time, there was also a secret technique called the Nine Heavens Shenhua, which was the art of saving people.

After thinking about it, a slight smile flashed in Yang Qingyan's eyes, and he said to Xuanyuan Linghan: "I have a way, Xuanyuan Daoist help me protect the Fa." ”

Xuanyuan Ling Han heard Yang Qingyan say that she had a way, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he nodded lightly.

Seeing Xuanyuan Ling Han nodding, Yang Qingyan closed his eyes slightly, stretched out his hands to caress in the air, and said in his mouth: "Xuan Miao and Qingran, heaven and earth aura, cloud condensation nine heavens Shenhua!" ”

After reciting the mantra, Yang Qingyan's body slowly floated into the air, and a golden brilliance appeared from the center of his eyebrows, after the golden light appeared, Yang Qingyan opened his eyes, and slowly danced in the air step by step, and countless golden aura in the sky were attracted by Yang Qingyan.

I saw that at this time, Yang Qingyan's cyan clothes were covered with a layer of golden light, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden light shot from Yang Qingyan's hand to the people on the ground.

The man on the ground trembled violently after the golden light was injected, and the blades on his body were melted by these golden lights. And the golden light was repairing its wounded flesh.

And Yang Qingyan, who was casting the Nine Heavens Divine Bloom in the air, suddenly turned pale, frowned, and a trace of pity flashed in the eyes of the people on the ground.

When he was casting the Nine Heavens Divine Flower, Yang Qingyan could feel that this man was seriously injured at this time.

Sighing lightly, Yang Qingyan shouted lightly, "Lead!" Suddenly, countless spiritual qi in the sky poured into the man's body on the ground, and after the man was infused with spiritual energy, the wounds on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a short time, he returned to his original appearance.

Seeing his appearance, Yang Qingyan's face changed suddenly, but he didn't expect this man to be a man surnamed Li from the Lingmiao Sect.

But at this time, he was healing his wounds, so he gathered his mind and concentrated on repairing his body.

In just half a cup of tea, all the wounds of the people on the ground were repaired, and even the toxins in their bodies were healed by the Nine Heavens Shenhua. Yang Qingyan secretly sighed in his heart the strength of the Nine Heavens Shenhua, flicked his sleeves, and said softly: "Collect!" ”

The golden light on the man's body dissipated, and Yang Qingyan slowly fell from the air.