As soon as Burning Sky pulled out the knife, he was dragged by the person behind him with the knife, and he was dragged seven or eight meters away. Peony's nervous face occupied He Yuting's entire vision. "Little Five, how is it? Are the hands and feet still there? He slapped He Yuting's limbs around through the sleeves of his robe. In the next second, he was lifted away by Erlang Zhenjun again.

Erlang Zhenjun put his hands under He Yuting's armpits and lifted her up like a big cat. The two eyes are like the most sophisticated radar instruments, trickling down to scan He Yuting. He smiled after confirming that He Yuting was not injured. He Yuting also noticed Erlang Zhenjun's unusually pale face, her heart burst slightly, and she couldn't help but sigh - it seems that Erlang Zhenjun is still on the way of burning the sky, and he must have hurt something. A swarthy figure jumped high behind Erlang Zhenjun, swooping over like a night owl with the light on his back, and the moonlight flickered on the sharp edges, like two ice flowers.

"Be careful!" He Yuting almost subconsciously pounced on Erlang Zhenjun's body, she wanted to protect Erlang Zhenjun, but when she raised her head and looked up at the face of the burning sky getting closer and closer, she realized that she had made a big mistake. The two of them snuggled up tightly together, didn't it just give Burning Sky a chance to pierce through the hole? Burning Sky showed an expression of ecstasy. He Yuting was in a hurry, holding the pen in one hand and pinching the trick in the other, and threw out the unique escape secret technique of Wanhua Valley: "Taiyin Finger!" With the powerful power of the system, she held Erlang Zhenjun back more than eight feet.

Burning Sky was very unlucky, and a hood on the big ink fork drawn by He Yuting out of thin air immediately triggered the second layer of the Taiyin Finger's effect - locking for three seconds. In three seconds he landed on his knees with a pop, on his knees. This was not enough to relieve the momentum, so I had to lean forward and hold it with both hands. From the perspective of a bystander, it can be regarded as a bow to He Yuting and Erlang Zhenjun not far away. He Yuting chuckled, glad to see him look deflated.

Burning Sky sensed a strong wind coming from behind. His scalp exploded. patronized "greeting" Erlang Zhenjun and He Yuting, and forgot that there was another guy in a short time!

Peony giggled, floated behind the burning sky like a ghost, and the half-open folding fan was closed, stabbing at the back of the burning sky without hesitation. In the end, it was a battle-hardened and brave warrior, Burning Sky neither looked back nor dodged, but drew his twin knives to stack a cross block behind his back, easily clamping Peony's folding fan. This clip made it difficult for Peony's attack to advance an inch. His conceit is evident from this. However, Peony is not an enemy that can be easily blocked, and has already drawn the pocket sword from the fan long before the sneak attack. Although the burning sky blocked the fan, it couldn't stop the peony that was already close to him, and when he noticed it, his arrogant expression was also smeared with fear. The pocket sword was quietly pressed against the neck. The cold touch was sharp and fragmented, but Burning Sky knew that with a little more push, this small sword would be able to separate his corpse and send him to a resurrection point.

There is always a price to pay for conceit. Burning Sky realized this too late. He simply bent his knees and exerted his strength, tilted his head back, and slammed into the peony behind him with all his might. Although the pocket sword cut a large wound in his neck, it still missed the opportunity to take the skull.

He Yuting saw the peony for the first time, and she also missed.

After a blow, the peony retreated, and the folding fan was gone, and the bell fell at the feet of the burning sky. His arm shook slightly, and the pocket sword was unexpectedly elongated like a thread, and finally turned into a bee waist sword with a transparent body and a slender and long sword body.

Burning Sky forcibly cracked the lethal move, and he was seriously injured. He covered his wounds, his eyes vicious and looking for his enemies. Then, he took out the big red bottle from his backpack to replenish blood, poured a few sips, and immediately stopped the bleeding injury.

He Yuting sighed.

"Boss!" Fifteen Ming Sects came over one after another, and the inner and outer three layers surrounded the burning sky impenetrable. The Burning Sky Pan sat on the spot and adjusted the wound, and when he opened his eyes again, the light inside was fierce.

"Kill the girl!" Burning Sky stared at He Yuting and said hatefully, his expression and voice made He Yuting shudder. "You kill Xiao Wu, how many times you kill is a few times. If she gets to the resurrection point, find a way to drag her out and kill her again! ”

Fifteen Ming Sects responded in unison, and then turned into phantoms and pounced on He Yuting.

Erlang Zhenjun was furious. "You're looking for death!" He swung his spear, halfway through it was intercepted by a fiery red figure. "You said your opponent was me." The Burning Sky Evil laughed, looking crazy. The two Soul Eater knives made a harsh noise grinding against the barrels of the guns, and the blades were pressed all the way down, almost slashing to the first level of Erlang Zhenjun. He had to retreat, but as soon as he retreated, a gap was revealed for the fifteen Ming Sects to take advantage of the gap and take away He Yuting.

"Little Five!" Jiro Zhenjun shouted.

"I'm still here." Peony answered lazily, but the aura exuded was extremely powerful. He flew over the crowd, and before he could catch He Yuting who was trapped in the crowd, there was a sudden flower in front of him-

"Gyokuro!" In the resurrection point not far away, Jiuxiao Xuan unexpectedly burst out with an unusually terrible hiss. He Yuting, like everyone else, just raised her head—one or two drops of warm blood splashed on her face, making a snapping sound.

When the bright moon was in the sky, three people in the air were frozen like silhouettes, one of them was pierced through the chest with two knives, and the other was pierced by a spear in the back.

He Yuting was dumbfounded, and watched as the Burning Sky that was caught in the middle pulled out the Soul Devouring Double Knife, the blood of the peony gushed like a pillar, and the whole person flew out upside down like a tattered kite. Her eyes went dark, and a sharp pain engulfed her back to the resurrection point. Jiu Xiaoxuan sat on the horse, covering his mouth and letting out a whimpering cry. He Yuting glanced at her, then turned around and ran in the direction where the peony fell.

"Don't come out!" Erlang Zhenjun chased after the hard-hit Burning Sky and ran head-on, and couldn't help but be frightened when he saw He Yuting's behavior on the other side. He jumped on his horse and trampled the Burning Sky under the horse's hooves.

"You too!" There was a slight stiffness in the burning sky, and then he swung his knife and slashed at Ba Hongchen's horse's leg. "I won't let you go!" The dark horse neighed and disappeared into the air without a trace. Erlang Zhenjun fell off his horse and rolled on the spot on a donkey, dodging the Soul Eater Knife. He saw that Flesh T and Xiao Xiuluo were running towards He Yuting, so he had to suppress his anxiety for the time being and concentrate on entangling the burning sky.

"Little Five!" Meat T and Blood Yin stretched out their hands towards He Yuting from left to right, intending to stop people. He Yuting usually moves clumsily, but now she is very clever, and a cat's waist slid past the two of them. Fifteen Ming Sects still rushed towards He Yuting from all directions. These little crumbs were cleaned up by Bloody Flesh T and Xian Yumo one by one. But they didn't value their lives, and like He Yuting, they chased them out as soon as they entered the resurrection point. He Yuting dodged left and right, and pounced on the peony that fell to the ground and was dyed blood-red.

"Resurrection! Resurrect quickly! She wept and touched Peony's face, not daring to look at the hole in his chest that had been crushed, her heart beating heavily under the broken ribs, and the blood-soaked mud grew bigger and bigger.

Peony looked at her in a daze, her half-open and half-closed beautiful eyes couldn't focus, and she lost her former brilliance. "Little Five?" Small spots of light like fireflies floated on his body, and flew towards the two people in the fight on the other side. He Yuting cried. "Don't die!" She pulled out her brush, not knowing whether to give him a long needle or a jade to burn.

Peony seemed to know her movements, reached out and pressed it on her hand accurately. "Nope." He coughed, bringing out a froth of blood. "I don't have a resurrection number."

He Yuting froze—she knew why.