"Senior Brother Yu, what's wrong with you? Speak!" The surrounding Qingshan Sect disciples hugged the unconscious Yu Ran, and a bloody hole was broken in his cheeks, as if he had been pierced through his face by some sharp object, and the blood flowed for a long time, looking extremely miserable.

Wu Youfeng, Song Qian, and Yan Zhi hurriedly galloped to Yu Ran's side. Wu Youfeng frowned, first stopped the bleeding for Yu Ran, then helped him up, and asked, "What did you see?"

Yu Ran's eyes were full of fear, his body trembled freely, and he tried to open his mouth wide, but a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

Wu Youfeng held the back of his neck, only to feel the dampness and heat in his hand, took it away and took a look, and saw that there was a small blood hole in the back of Yu Ran's neck - it turned out that Yu Ran's head had been penetrated diagonally by something, but it was shot from the back of his neck and flew out of his cheeks.

Song Qian's eyes were red and he clenched Yu Ran's hand, and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother!"

Yan Zhi's eyes were also red, she, the senior brother of the main peak, was still good to her in addition to being a little weird in her usual yin and yang.

Wu Youfeng immediately poured his true qi into Yu Ran's body. As soon as his majestic true qi entered, he came back to life a little.

Yu Ran's mouth began to be indistinct: "Demon King...... The Demon King is born!"

"Is it the Lizard King, what about the three of them?" Wu Youfeng said hurriedly.

Yu Ran's eyes were frightened, and he said with a cry: "The Shuluo King did come out, but it was just, just the Demon King's follower." The real demon king is a black mist that can transform into a human form, immortal and indestructible, Uncle Zhou and Senior Brother Yuan have already been killed by him! Only Uncle Zhang is still struggling to support, hurry, hurry up and save him! No, run! Run!"

As soon as Yu Ran's words came out, there was a deathly silence in the audience, and some of the eight major sects who didn't have time to leave, actually sat on the ground and cried bitterly.

You must know that this Yu Ran's cultivation has reached the middle of the circulation, which is higher than the cultivation of Zhou Zaidao, the head of the Great Finger Peak, and no one present is inferior to him, except for Wu Youfeng and the bitter monk.

Even he is in such a miserable situation, they still have a way to live?

Wu Youfeng immediately got up, looked around at the Qingshan faction people present, and said in a loud voice: "I am sending a great enemy, and I have been raising troops for a thousand days for a while, and now it is time to fight against a strong enemy for the common people in the world." The demon king is menacing, I know you are afraid, and to tell you the truth, I am also afraid. But if you think about it, your respective parents and brothers are scattered all over the Changfeng Country, even if you escape today, where else can you escape if the Demon King attacks? Your parents have worked so hard to send you to the Qingshan Sect to practice, but not to make you cowards! Tell me, are you cowards!"

The people of the Qingshan faction were inspired by Wu Qingfeng's passionate and calm shout, and shouted in unison: "No!"

The sound shook the sky and was deafening.

Wu Youfeng smiled with relief and continued to say, "I knew that my good son of the Qingshan Sect was different from other sects after all. ”

At this time, the people of the Eight Great Sects, who were secretly slipping down the mountain, had red faces, and the soles of their feet were faster.

Only Wu Ruoshui, the Closed Moon Sect, stood still, looking at the arrogant Wu Youfeng with big eyes and stupidity.

"Okay, you guys will rush to the mountains with me and kill the demons!" Wu Youfeng was arrogant.

"Rush to the mountains and slay the demons!"

"Rush to the mountains and slay the demons!"

With the passionate roar of the peak in the clouds, Wu Youfeng rose into the air, one person and one sword, and flew towards the southern mountains.

Subsequently, thousands of Qingshan Sect members all rose up with their swords, their killing intent was vertical and horizontal, and they followed Wu Youfeng closely, and they were far away in an instant.

"Little junior sister, you stay here and take good care of Senior Brother Yu, don't let him die before I come back. Song Qian put down Yu Ran's hand and said to Yan Zhi, who was staring at Yu Ran with red circles.

Yan Zhi nodded lightly, she was lonely and helpless since she was a child, and she had long regarded the Qingshan faction as her big family, at this time, the Qingshan faction was rampant, her little heart was worried and self-blaming, she only hated that her strength was not enough, and she couldn't travel with her brothers and sisters to resist the enemy.

Song Qian said that, rose in the sky, and also flew towards the southern mountains.

At this time, on the peak of the clouds, only Wu Ruoshui, Yan Zhi and the unconscious Yu Ran were left.

The huge Qingshan faction is surprisingly quiet at this time.

Wu Ruoshui Lian moved lightly, walked over, and leaned over to check Yu Ran's injuries.

The fragrance on her body was tangy, perhaps smelling this fragrance, so she slowly opened her eyes again. I saw the beautiful little junior sister with a concerned face, and I also saw Wu Ruoshui, who was standing next to Yan Zhi and looking down at herself.

Wu Ruoshui's leaning posture almost dropped out the pair of fair-skinned and plump jade rabbits, so he even saw the pink and bright red "lips" on the jade rabbits.

Under this fragrant blow, his brain was hot, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and he fainted again.

When Yan Zhi saw Yu Ran like this, she couldn't cry or laugh. She rolled her eyes helplessly, thinking, when did this unserious Senior Brother Yu go, and was she still in the mood to think about this?

Thinking like this, she still couldn't help but glance at Wu Ruoshui's big breasts that almost stretched open her underwear, and then looked at her chest that had just been slightly bulging, pursed her lips, and "cut".

Through layers of black fog, Wu Youfeng gradually saw the foothills of the southern mountains.

The southern mountains stretched for thousands of miles, all of them half-height peaks, neatly arranged, like teeth in the mouth of a lizard.

The deeper they flew, the more demonic they felt—a dangerous aura, like an invisible hand gripping everyone's heart.

At this time, the sky is getting late, dusk has come, and among the foothills under the black fog, occasionally a few dim and dusky rays of light shine down, like picking a few candles, illuminating the mountains more and more strangely and terrifyingly.

After flying out for more than a thousand miles, there began to be sporadic people who lacked spiritual energy and fell to the mountain to rest, and most of the Qingshan sect people still galloped forward with a solemn face.

Song Qian flew to Wu Youfeng's side, and said with a worried face: "Uncle Master, a large number of us are gathering to fly, and we don't know what the situation is ahead, so it is inevitably dangerous. It's better for us to pick out a few people to be the strikers and put some distance from the people behind us, so that we can be improvised. ”

Wu Youfeng nodded, and said in a high voice without looking back: "Lu Feng, Zhang Xiangqian, Li Yuanrui, Murong Shang, He Dong, the five of you follow the two of us." The others kept a distance of fifteen miles from us. ”

These people pointed out by Wu Youfeng are all excellent disciples of various peaks, and their cultivation is above the late stage of Jindan, and the Murong Shang from the Xiuzhen family has reached the early stage of circulation.

"Yes. Several of the disciples who were called flew forward, lined up with Wu Youfeng and Song Gan, sped up their speed, and flew forward one step ahead.

After flying out for more than a few hundred miles, Wu Youfeng clearly felt that there were two powerful and dangerous auras, which were moving towards them from the southwest.

Wu Youfeng froze his body violently, "Listen." ”

Everyone stood in the air, only to hear a messy and noisy sound from afar, and gradually, the sound became louder and louder, as if thousands of troops were running towards them, and even the earth trembled.

Then they saw a yellow storm slowly appearing between the foothills in the distance, roaring and roaring, flying sand and rocks, sweeping across the mountains and fields.

"Storm?" Zhang Xiangqian hesitated.

"It was a storm of thousands of saurus. Wu Youfeng's face turned pale, and he held the bladeless broad sword in his hand.

Seeing that the storm was coming, Wu Youfeng swung his bladeless sword in the air and shouted: "Now the true face!"

His blade swept through it, sending up a flat wind that collided with the yellow storm.

When the wind blew away the dust, one after another of the lizards emerged from the storm, their mountain-like bodies devastated and devastated, and their faces swept wildly.

At this time, the disciples behind him also dared to come, and Wu Youfeng signaled them to keep their distance.

These lizards seemed endless, like a huge herd of cattle that had gone mad, and they were about to run to the feet of the people.

At this moment, only a melodious and crisp whistle was heard in the distance, and the lizards stopped one after another. There was no time to brake in the back, so they knocked down the one in front.

Song Gan's face changed, and he said, "This whistle seems to have come from the beasts. ”

"The Demon King is coming. Wu Youfeng nodded, stared closely at the depths of the beast herd, and held the bladeless sword in his hand a little tighter.

Listening to a few loud noises of "knock", "knock", "knock", the mountains shook in the distance, and everyone was horrified to see that a huge mountain peak as high as more than 20 zhang appeared from the dense fog and was actually moving forward slowly.

And at the very top of that "mountain", stood a naked young man.

He was swordsman-eyed and starry-eyed, long-looking, long-, and sturdy, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth—as if he were the most perfect man in the world.