"Sun Bai, run away!"

Dongfang Qingyue, who recalled the Qingyue Divine Sword, shouted at Ning Ye on the side.

After saying that, she, who was originally extremely injured, burst out with tremendous strength again as if she had returned to the light, and attacked the old monk who had transformed into a monster with her sword.

However, because Ning Ye was afraid of being put in small shoes before, she didn't tell her real name, so this "Sun Bai" made Ning Ye react for a while, which turned out to be said to herself.

He glanced at Dongfang Qingyue, who was obviously inferior, even she, as an elder of the sword, couldn't deal with this perverted old bald donkey, let alone herself, and she only stayed to add vegetables to this old bald donkey.

It's better to die one than two, that's the simplest form of math.

And if she doesn't run away at this time, won't she live up to her dedication and make her desperate efforts meaningless?

Thinking about this, or finding a reason to comfort himself, Ning Ye immediately turned around, and slipped away without looking back at the fastest speed in his life, leaving a cloud of smoke and dust.

"Bang!"

After only holding on for less than a minute, Dongfang Qingyue was sent flying, and she spat out a mouthful of blood with bruises all over her body.

She carried the sword, staggered back to her feet, and once again used the forbidden technique, burning the spiritual blood in her body, in exchange for a moment of strength, and attacked the old monk again, wanting to delay the escape time for Ning Ye.

But this kind of behavior is obviously a drop in the bucket.

Dongfang Qingyue's body was beaten out again, and the old monk who turned into a monster seemed to enjoy this feeling of domination of cats and mice, and did not immediately take her life.

"Although the spirit blood of the Dongfang family is very extraordinary, with your current body, how many times can you use the blood burning technique? When the blood runs out, you are also a dead end, so why work so hard. ”

The old monk continued to tease: "But there is something very puzzled about the poor monk, could it be that the kid named Sun Bai is a girl, your lover, so that you will be so desperate to protect him?" ”

Dongfang Qingyue, who was covered in blood, stood up with difficulty with his sword.

"I, Dongfang Qingyue, since I am the sword-wielding elder of the Dao Alliance, I have the responsibility to protect the junior disciples in the alliance! Besides, this person was also coerced by me to come here, and I hurt him. If you want to hurt him, step over my corpse first! ”

The Blood-Burning Technique is unleashed again!

The old monk finally got tired of it, and when he defeated her for the third time, he directly cast a spell to block her movements, making it impossible for her to use the forbidden technique.

After all, if the blood burns like this, it will not taste good to become a dried corpse, but he is looking forward to the taste of the spiritual blood of the Dongfang family.

"Don't you really care about that kid's safety? Then I'll go out now and bring his body back. ”

The old monk was facing the ground, imprisoned from all actions, unable to move or speak.

However, before the old monk could start to act, Ning Ye, who had escaped before, threw himself into the net and ran back.

Looking at Dongfang Qingyue, whose clothes were dyed blood-colored on the ground, Ning Ye was very helpless and disturbed, and explained:

"I was just on the way to escape, and after thinking about it, I still felt very uncomfortable doing this, so I came back."

"I'm a big man who escaped, but I made you weak...... Well, well, you're not weak at all, anyway, if you are a girl, left alone in the hands of this perverted old bald donkey, I don't think I'm a man. Even if I am lucky enough to survive today, I will never have the face to face this world in the future. ”

"I'm sorry to disappoint you for all this effort! But although I don't know any Taoism, I have brute strength, and I still have some combat power, and I will meet this perverted old bald donkey when I come back. After all, dreams still have to be had, in case you will live to hell! ”

Ning Ye himself was also very helpless, he also wanted to run away, and then completely forget about this matter and live well in the future. However, the annoying conscience and the man's fragile self-esteem do not allow him to do so.

"You can come back and die by yourself, so that the poor monk will not have to work hard, and it will be very good. In that case, I'm going to make you an appetizer before enjoying an Oriental dinner. ”

"Old bald donkey, suffer death!"

Ning Ye roared, and the momentum was very strong, but the main purpose of this sentence was to give himself courage.

Although his physical qualities have grown like a rocket during this time, and he can break granite with one punch, he still has no chance of winning in the face of this perverted old bald donkey.

But it's all come to this point, and there's no point in thinking about it anymore, only to fight to the death!

Either kill this old bald donkey, or be killed by this old bald donkey, there is no third option!

Ning Ye gathered the strength of his whole body, clenched his iron fist, and threw his strongest blow at the old monk.

The old monk did not dodge or dodge, and let this punch hit his body.

The fists collided and there was a muffled sound.

The old monk lowered his head, looking at the bleeding wound on his waist, his expression was a little stunned, as if he didn't expect that this kid with low spiritual power in front of him could break through his own defenses after demonization and hurt his powerful body.

Before, when he heard this kid say that he had brute strength, the old monk completely scoffed, but now he has to admit that the other party's brute force is indeed very powerful.

Although this wound did not pose any threat to him at all, and it could be restored in a moment, the old monk still felt extremely angry.

Two fingers were cut off today, and he also recognized it, after all, the other party was holding the Supreme Dao Weapon Qingyue Divine Sword in his hand. But even this inconspicuous kid in front of him can hurt himself, which is a great humiliation, like mocking his cultivation of the body of the Great Vajra, which is a joke.

In a fit of rage, the old monk decided to take action and prepare to end this game of cat and mouse.

As the price of angering himself, the old monk decided not to let Ning Ye die in peace, and vowed to crush his bones to ashes.

He stretched out his demonized arm, which was as thick as a stake, grabbed Ning Ye's left shoulder, restrained his movements, and prevented him from escaping, and then the black demon eye on his eyebrows slowly opened, ready to use the black flame to refine Ning Ye alive.

Facing the desperate situation of checkmate again, although I already have the experience of the rat demon, this kind of thing is really not something to get used to.

Ning Ye could already feel that there was a hot and terrifying aura, brewing in the third eye of this old bald donkey, and when the black flame came out, he would be ripe.

Last time, the mutant rat demon died inexplicably at the final moment, so this time, will there be a miracle? I couldn't stand the scorching temperature, and Ning Ye, who was sweating profusely, anxiously prayed in my heart for a miracle to come again.

But miracles are miracles because they are irreproducible. If it can be repeated, can it still be called a miracle?

The answer, of course, is no!

However, this is not a miracle, and this moment has come again!