When Murong Hao received the rescue message from Murong Jiu, he was in the phantom's room. Seeing the content passed by Murong Jiu, there was a palpitation in his heart. However, he was anxious, but he unconsciously looked at the phantom who was lying in bed and sleeping due to injuries.

Since that confrontation with Wan Xingyang, they will still be attacked from time to time in the following days, and they have also experienced danger before returning to a secret base in the nearest photo studio.

It's not entirely safe here, is he going to put down the Phantom and leave? Thinking of this, for some reason, his heart was a little depressed. However, Murong Jiu is his cherished sister, and he will not ignore it......

One last glance at the phantom on the bed, he turned around without hesitation. After instructing the shadows to take care of the phantom, he left alone with a few shadows.

On the Hanging Mirror Mountain, the golden needle suppression in Murong Jiu's body had begun to get out of control, and she was so anxious that cold sweat had begun to break out on her forehead, but she couldn't do anything about the old monster in front of her, and she could only watch Dongfang Yi being forced into a desperate situation by another old monster.

I saw Dongfang Yi struggling to resist the old monster's sword, but the old monster's subsequent palm, Dongfang Yi had to dodge and had to fight with his palm. However, the serious injuries on his body have already made him a little out of strength, and the internal force is limited, this pair of palms, Dongfang Yi is obviously invincible, he was shocked to spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew out quickly, and behind him was the abyss!

"No!" With a poignant call, Murong Jiu waved the golden wire in his hand without thinking and wrapped it around Dongfang Yi, but the momentum of Dongfang Yi's flight was too strong, and Murong Jiu was instantly dragged to the cliff, and at the same time that Dongfang Yi fell off the hanging mirror cliff, Murong Jiu also slipped out of the cliff and fell straight down.

"No!" Cheng Ziye, Luo Yanqing and others, crying bloody screams came from their mouths.

Several people forgot about the enemy who was still fighting, and threw themselves to the edge of the cliff in mourning, and wailed repeatedly: "Don't-"

The smooth cliff has nowhere to borrow strength, and where are the figures of Dongfang Yi and Murong Jiu under the foggy cliff!

Luo Yanqing, Cheng Ziye, Mu Qing and Mu Xing were directly stunned on the edge of the cliff, and Luo Yanqing's secret guards looked at the cliff in disbelief. And the four people who were stunned felt that their minds were blank, and they ignored the qiē around them.

No way! No way! No way!

The qiē in front of me was like a nightmare, so real and yet suspicious.

Murong Jiu won't die! She's a goddess! How could it be dead! Isn't Dongfang Yi very powerful? He's not going to die, is he? He can save Jiu'er, right?

Right! They won't die, they won't die, they won't!

"If you don't resist before that, you don't have to end up with no body." Yan Lao said with a slight sneer.

Hearing this, Luo Yanqing and the others woke up suddenly.

Murong Jiu and Dongfang Yi are dead!

They fell off the cliff of the mirror and died!

And, the culprit is the damn Listening to the Rain Pavilion!

The four of them turned around suddenly, like injured beasts, staring at the cold-faced Seven Kills with tears in their eyes, with a sneering Yan Lao, and a flat face at night.

"I want you to pay for your lives!" Cheng Ziye gritted his teeth, squeezing out between his teeth word by word, his eyes had become red, and his tone was sad and painful.

Mu Qing and Mu Xing's feelings for Murong Jiu can be described as the deepest and most complicated. Murong Jiu is like their benefactor, like a teacher, like a friend, like a relative! Now they have long been grief-stricken and have lost their hearts, and at this time they only have killing in their eyes! Kill all the murderers who killed Murong Jiu.

"Kill!" Luo Yanqing endured his sadness, his eyes were full of tears, but he couldn't bear it, his clenched hands were already white because of too much force, and there were no distracting thoughts in his heart, only one thought: kill!

And echoed by an earth-shattering roar: "Ah! ――”

There is too much sadness, too much resentment, too much unwillingness, too much despair! At this moment, their terrible roar was like a sleeping volcano suddenly erupting, as if it had the power to destroy the world.

The four figures flashed out like lightning as if they had burst into divine power, and attacked the seven kills with a churning murderous aura.

The murderous aura that thundered the sky, that is, the seven killings that had no feeling for life and death, couldn't help but be shocked. For a while, some of them were forced to retreat again and again by the four people and the secret guards who followed the four of them, and it was a little difficult to solve.

However, the power of grief and anger can only be short-lived, and after the seven killings were shocked, they reacted, and gradually regained their sovereignty, while the overdraft of the five people's bodies became more and more obvious.

The two sides fought another hundred moves, and Luo Yanqing's five people had fallen into passivity, although they were brave, they were invincible.

At this time, Nightshade retracted his gaze that had been looking at the edge of the cliff since Fang Cai, and faintly threw himself in the direction of the melee, frowning slightly, as if he was extremely impatient with this. Seeing this, Yan Lao Er didn't say a word, his figure flashed and approached the battle situation, and he raised his hand and hit Cheng Ziye, who was closest to him.

Cheng Ziye was already overwhelmed, but at this time, he was caught off guard and was about to be hit, but at this time, Yan Lao suddenly turned his palm into a claw, like a sharp blade, when he touched Cheng Ziye's body, he actually entered the body for three points! And he seemed to think that this was not enough, so he grabbed it violently.

Cheng Ziye could feel that his internal organs were scratched, vomiting blood continuously, and the whole person lost his strength in an instant, and he was directly hung on Yan Lao's hand.

Seeing this, Luo Yanqing and the other four people forgot to react as if they were dead, and at this time, the four of them all fell to the ground in unison, spitting blood, but their eyes were still staring straight in the direction of Cheng Ziye.

Yan Lao waved lightly and waved Cheng Ziye away. Glancing at the blood on his hands, he took out a piece of brocade from his arms and wiped it with disgust, and did not forget to say: "Kill." ”

When the Seven Kills heard this, they didn't say much, and immediately raised their swords and stabbed them.

Seeing that the five people were in crisis, a voice of immortal wind and bones sounded at this time: "Listening to the retreat of the Yuge Pavilion for hundreds of years, is it true that the current world has changed its master and acted for the Xuanyuan family as a tiger?" ”

With this sound, Seven Kills suddenly stopped the movements in his hands, raised his sword and retreated behind the Night Dead. The voice of the person who came was in the ear, but there was no figure in the voice, which shows that this person was transmitting the sound from a distance. can achieve a situation where the voice is still whispering in the ear from a distance, this person's skill is not unfathomable and immeasurable! They had to guard against it.

Dressed in a cotton-white robe and with long silver-white hair, the old man of Tianji stepped on the breeze.

Slowly landing, the old man of Tianji looked at Cheng Ziye who was dying with his indifferent eyes, and then looked at Luo Yanqing and the others who were all seriously injured and fell to the ground. Without saying a word, he walked straight to Cheng Ziye's side and squatted down, took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms, and poured a pill for him to eat.

"Teacher! cough ......" Seeing the old man Tianji, Mu Xing's grief-stricken heart seemed to have found an exit, and he cried out in grief, but when he was at the exit, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Jiu'er ......" Cheng Ziye struggled with the last bit of strength, grabbed the hand of the old man of Tianji, blood gushed out of his mouth, but he seemed to be unconscious, his lips moved, and he said in a weak voice: "...... Save...... She. ”