Chapter Ninety-One: Killing

Yang Chen looked at Feng Yi, who didn't come forward, and suddenly showed his white teeth and smiled, he didn't believe that Feng Yi was really not injured.

Yang Chen judged that Feng Yi must have defensive treasures on his body, but despite this, he still believed that Feng Yi must have been injured, and he also wanted to catch up and take this opportunity to kill Feng Yi, but there were still hundreds of monks here to surround him.

Feng Yi was as Yang Chen expected, he did not kill those monks, but gave a look to several senior brothers in the same door, and quietly withdrew from the battlefield, and a few of them retreated to a relatively hidden place when others were not aware of it, and a monk asked Feng Yi puzzled:

"Senior brother, why did we give up such a good opportunity, that guy is willing..."

Hmm......

Before the monk could finish speaking, Feng Yi suddenly spurted out a mouthful of thick blood, his face was pale, and the aura in his body was extremely unstable.

"Huh, brother?"

Seeing that Feng Yi's face was suddenly pale and the rabbit's blood was not stopping, the monk immediately grabbed Feng Yi's hand, and his divine sense entered Feng Yi's body to check the situation.

"It's not good, this injury is too serious, you must return to the sect immediately, otherwise you ......"

"Set off immediately, return to the sect immediately, if there is anything wrong with the senior brother, we can't afford it. “

"Okay!"

"At the same time, send a message to the sect pharmacists and ask them to answer on the way. “

"Do you want to ...... the second elder?"

"Are you a pig, of course such a big thing has to be reported. “

"Yes, yes, yes!"

This foundation building monk saw that the situation in Feng Yi's body was extremely bad, Feng Yi's inner mansion was seriously damaged, his heart was shattered, if it was an ordinary person, he would have been dying a long time ago, but the monk's vitality was extremely strong and he persevered, but if he didn't treat it for a long time, he would definitely die, so that monk was so anxious.

The foundation building monk immediately clicked a few times on several big points on Feng Yi's body, dealt with them briefly, and then took Feng Yi's hand and continuously transmitted spiritual energy into his body.

Feng Yi was in no mood to care about what was happening in the outside world now, he only felt that his whole body was now filled with this intense pain, and his face was distorted, so he could only restrain himself and stay a little sober.

One Monk communicates with the Monk with his divine sense to another;

"Senior brother, this time I waited for such a big loss, two Zhuji died, Senior Brother Huang's whereabouts are unknown, Senior Brother Feng was also so seriously injured, we will definitely not be comfortable when we go back......"

"Senior brother, what do you mean?"

The monk was a little nervous, he thought that his senior brother might want to betray the sect, if that was the case, they would definitely not survive, because the Qingyang Sect's methods of dealing with traitors were quite cruel.

"There is no need to be nervous, I mean that someone has to take the blame. “

"Senior brother, what do you mean?"

The monk immediately became vigilant, did his senior brother mean that he would take the blame himself, no, absolutely not, so his sudden change made several people in the same sect not know why.

"Calm down, junior brother, I mean, the masked monk did all this, understand?"

The two discussed it and decided to send a message to the sect first, so that people could rush to support, while they sent people to continue to follow Yang Chen secretly, so that Yang Chen could not escape.

The threat from Qingyangmen is looming.

Yang Chen looked at the monks who surrounded him, and he was split, and said;

"Since you're looking for death, don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

Phew!

A long sword appeared in Yang Chen's hand, and a wave of pride rose from the bottom of his heart, this kind of scene has not been seen for a long time.

It is not Yang Chen's natural desire to kill, but in the endless and long cultivation path, this is the embodiment of blood, and he can go through the bloody test before he can finally cultivate the so-called avenue.

Yang Chen listened to the roaring shouts in his ears, and for a moment it seemed as if he had returned to the ancient battlefield, and he regained the glory that he had once had, but had lost.

In this battle, he didn't want to survive, if he wanted to survive, he had many ways to get out of here, but this time, he talked about a big battle without scruples, and it didn't matter if he killed until the sky was dark.

Yang Chen has been in this world for more than ten years, and he has fought a lot, but every time he seems to be a little timid, but at this moment, he has an empty heart and enjoys this battle to the fullest.

The golden rat outside the field looked at Yang Chen, who was surrounded at this time, and he had a feeling that maybe Yang Chen at this moment was the real himself, Yang Chen's figure was like a natural king, domineering and infinite, facing so many enemies, without the slightest timidity, without the slightest concession, as if he was on the side, and his gestures had his special charm.

"Hahaha......"

Yang Chen laughed heartily, and with a flash of sword light, he entered the crowd......