There is a way that is a blow, and then declines, and three is exhausted, and the same is true of Yin Li Pavilion.

At the beginning, he had high morale, and he attacked Yang Xiao with that kind of fighting style that didn't care about it and ended up together, and he really forced Yang Xiao into danger.

But after he reacted and began to adopt the strategy of fighting, Yin Liting was a little unsustainable, and his indomitable momentum was gradually dissipated, and he had gradually fallen into a disadvantage.

"Senior brother, if the sixth senior uncle continues like this, I'm afraid he will be defeated."

Lu Zhi was silent, Zhang Wuji could see the decline of Yin Li Pavilion, how could he not see it? He was already thinking at the moment that if the sixth uncle was really in danger, even if he had to go against his will, he would have to take action.

He doesn't care about Yang Xiao's life and death, and he is willing to fulfill the wish of the sixth uncle to fight a fair battle with Yang Xiao, but if the sixth uncle is really defeated by Yang Xiao in the end, and Yang Xiao really dares to kill him...

Lu Zhi's eyes froze, and he had already cast all his attention into the field, always paying attention to the battle between the sixth uncle and Yang Xiao, but whenever there was a fatal crisis on the sixth uncle's side, he would strike instantly!

In the field, the two have fought dozens of times, and for the time being, they still seem to be evenly matched, both of them have suffered some injuries, but they are not in the way, and they really have to wait for them to divide the winner, which is also a matter of a hundred moves.

I saw that Yang Xiao's body was like a flutter in the wind, and there was no weight at all, and every time Yin Liting stabbed with a sword, it would be sensed by his qi, and he adjusted his body shape and orientation first, so that every sword of his sword stabbed into the air.

And under Yin Liting's blind onslaught, his strength and true qi were consumed so much that he had already shown a bit of exhaustion.

And the more he mobilized his true qi, the more aggravated the internal injuries in his body, and unconsciously, Yin Liting's mouth was already filled with the smell of rust, and wisps of blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

The people present have already seen that Yin Liting has reached the end of his crossbow, and the defeat has been decided.

After stabbing the air with a sword again, Yin Liting's eyes flickered, and Yang Xiao's figure had disappeared from his vision, and before he could lock Yang Xiao's position again, he felt a pain in his right shoulder, and was slapped by Yang Xiao from behind.

In an instant, Yin Liting felt that his entire right arm was instantly unconscious, and the long sword in his hand also came out of his hand, and his whole body staggered forward involuntarily.

Yang Xiao followed in an instant, and once again pressed his palm on the back of Yin Liting's heart, preparing to restrain Yin Liting and end this battle completely.

'It's over. Yang Xiao thought in his heart.

But he didn't think that Yin Liting actually had any strength left at this moment, and in an instant, he turned around and raised his palm and struck him in the chest!

It turned out that it was a flaw that he deliberately sold to Yang Xiao!

And his tactics of injuring 800 enemies and injuring 1,000 himself were not expected by Yang Xiao at all.

And all this happened in an instant, and the next moment, everyone saw that the two people in that scene slapped each other's chests with one palm, but vomited blood at the same time and flew out!

"Sixth Uncle!"

"Yang Zuo Envoy!"

The shocking changes in the field made Zhang Wuji, Wei Yixiao and others couldn't help but exclaim.

Swish!

Hearing the sound of the wind flashing, Lu Zhiren had already appeared in the field, instantly caught the sixth uncle in mid-air, raised his hand and put it on the back of his heart, and the pure yang true qi was continuously transported into his body.

'It's okay, just a serious injury. After feeling Yin Liting's injury, Lu Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Yang Xiao still withdrew his hand at the end, otherwise, the current situation of the sixth uncle may not be as simple as being seriously injured.

He looked up at the other side, Yang Xiao had already been taken down by the people of the Ming Sect, and his injuries looked more serious than Yin Li Ting, even if there were several masters of the Ming Sect who sent true qi to heal his injuries, he still vomited blood, and his life was already hanging by a thread.

At this point, Lu Zhi didn't know what to say, after all, the situation was already obvious.

Yin Liting himself had the idea of dying with Yang Xiao, so he slapped Yang Xiao with all his might, almost killing him on the spot.

And Yang Xiao's side, I don't know if it was because of guilt, or because he was afraid of them Wudang, or because he wanted to repay Lu Zhi for rescuing the Mingjiao crisis this time, but at the last time, he kept his hand.

In this way, I feel that Yin Liting is a little at a loss.

"Ahem.." With Lu Zhi delivering true qi to heal his injuries, the internal injuries in Yin Liting's body quickly stabilized.

He raised his head with an angry face, looked in the direction of Yang Xiao, and asked angrily, "Yang Xiao, why do you have mercy on my subordinates?!" ”

Obviously, he didn't want to accept this love, and he would rather die under Yang Xiao's hands than show mercy to his subordinates.

Yang Xiao's face was like gold paper, and there were red blood stains gushing out from the corners of his mouth, and he smiled miserably: "This palm is what Yang Xiao owes you." ”

Yin Liting opened his mouth, he wanted to continue to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he didn't know what to say, and there was no sense of relief in his heart that succeeded in revenge, but there was a burst of emptiness.

After being silent for a long time, he said as if whispering: "Qingzhi, Wuji, we... Let's go down the mountain. ”

Lu Zhi was a little worried about the current state of the Sixth Master, looking at him now, as if he had lost his goal in life.

"Senior brother." Zhang Wuji shouted to Lu Zhi and brought him back to his senses.

Lu Zhi Wang Mingjiao glanced in the direction of the side, and saw that Wei Yixiao and the others were also staring at their side in silence, and both sides were speechless.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I didn't expect things to turn out like this... Anyway, now that my sixth uncle and Yang Zuo Envoy you taught have been seriously injured, this competition will end here. ”

There was still no one on the Mingjiao side to speak, because Yang Xiao's injury was much worse than Yin Liting's, and he might not be able to save it, although this was his own choice, but Wei Yixiao inevitably still had some resentment in their hearts.

Seeing this situation, Lu Zhi simply didn't say anything, this duel should also be over, as for whether Yang Xiao can survive in the end, it depends on the will of God.

After all, after this battle, Yin Liting probably won't want to duel with Yang Xiao anymore, so no matter whether Yang Xiao lives or dies after that, there is not much difference.

"Mowgli, let's go."

Lu Zhi and Zhang Wuji supported Yin Li Pavilion, turned around and went down to the top of the light.

Along the way, the three of them were a little silent, and in the end, things developed like this, which everyone didn't expect, but such a result is also good, right?

The three of them were walking on the road when Lu Zhi suddenly stopped.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Zhang Wuji asked puzzled.

Lu Zhi ignored him, but looked up at the mountains and forests in front of him, and said indifferently: "A few people are hiding in the forest, waiting here, I don't know if they are waiting for my uncle and nephew?" ”

"Lu Shaoxia is so keen to have senses! is worthy of the name of Lu Qingzhi in Wudang, and admires it below. ”

A chuckle came from the forest, and then I saw the figure in the forest flickering, but in an instant, there was already a team of people with swords and knives on the mountain road.

A noble prince wearing a white shirt, holding a folding fan in his hand, and his hair tied with a jade crown on his head walked in front, gently patting his palms with the folding fan in his hand, while looking at Lu Zhi and a few people with interest.

Behind him, there was an old man who looked unusually dressed on the left and right, and there were eight burly men with big bows and scimitars hanging from their waists.

That noble son, with long lips and white teeth, charming eyes, gorgeous appearance, and more importantly, he doesn't even have an Adam's apple, and at first glance, he knows that he is a woman dressed as a man.

There are also those two old men, their eyes are full of essence, and their breath is long, just one face, Lu Zhi can be sure that these two people are definitely rare masters, and their skills are probably above those masters of the major factions.

When Lu Zhi saw those figures, he couldn't help but stare at them, and secretly said trouble in his heart.

Although he hadn't seen them, he recognized them instantly.

These people are clearly Zhao Min, the two elders of Xuan Ming, and the eight heroes of the divine arrow!