Badu saw that the treasures issued by Wolong Temple were destroyed by Yan Yun, and he was angry and angry in his heart, and he raised his hands to resist this stick.

But Yan Yun's stick was extremely fast, and it landed on the heavenly spirit cover of Badu without suspense, and when the silver cold stick was lifted by Yan Yun, Badu's hands were blocked.

His head was instantly dizzy, and a muffled snort squeezed out of Badu's mouth. At the same time, a mouthful of blood spit out of his mouth uncontrollably.

Since Yan Yun had the intention to kill three people, could he not continue to do it, and his figure flashed behind Badu, and the silver cold stick immediately fell on Badu's acquired spirit cover.

With a "bang", Badu felt as if his head was about to explode, and the fall of the stick caused not only pain, but also dizziness.

Seeing that Yan Yun was so ferocious, the remaining two lay men were immediately stunned, and the two of them had a twist of thought, and the long stick and spear in their hands were aimed at Yan Yun and stabbed him. The two of them suddenly attacked, Yan Yun just dodged sideways, but it was too late.

The long stick fell on his body and was bruised and bruised, Yan Yun felt the pain and great force, and the spear pierced through the flesh of his back and embedded it in the ribs of his back, Yan Yun felt a chill.

The silver cold stick was withdrawn, and Yan Yun endured the pain on his body. Without saying a word, a stick was shot at the neck of the soft Badu. Although Badu has no power to fight back at the moment, it will be able to recover soon, and if he is not killed now, it will be trouble again.

When the two laymen saw Yan Yun raise their sticks to hit him, they were shocked in their hearts, and they withdrew their weapons and hit Yan Yun again.

The silver stick landed on Badu's neck, and Badu's kite with a broken line flew out of the river as shown in the picture. The long stick hit the crook of Yan Yun's calf, and the spear pierced into Yan Yun's back and pierced out.

Blood dripped down the tip of the spear in his abdomen, Yan Yun grabbed the tip, turned around and hit the silver cold stick at the layman who made the gun.

Looking at the silver cold stick that came with the sound of breaking through the air, the layman immediately let go of his palm and retreated to dodge, and the layman who made the long stick hit Yan Yun at Yan Yun's face.

A stick in the face. Yan Yun's cheeks immediately became purple and swollen, but fortunately, this long stick was just a mortal thing, so it would not take Yan Yun's life.

And Yan Yun's palm moved at this moment, and the spear that came out of his back through his abdomen was included in Sumeru's sleeve. In an instant, he held a silver cold stick and hit the envoy in front of him.

As soon as the stick fell, the stick layman could only dodge, and Yan Yun's figure flashed, and he was in front of the layman who had lost his weapon. Splitting his head and covering his face, a silver cold stick fell, and the layman who had lost his weapon fell to the ground softly.

After slapping the layman's head a few times, Yan Yun turned his gaze to the stick layman on the side.

Seeing that Badu Yu was beaten to death by Yan Yun with a stick, this monk was obviously a little scared. But after looking at Yan Yun's bleeding abdomen, he gritted his teeth and rushed over with a long stick.

With a sigh of relief, Yan Yun greeted him, and the silver cold stick in his hand hit it sideways with all his might. And the stick monk also tried his best to drop the long stick towards Yan Yun's head.

In the next second, Yan Yun's silver cold stick was the first to fall. As soon as the stick fell, the stick layman instantly felt a pain in the upper part of his temple, his head was dizzy, and for a moment the long stick in his hand stopped. If this layman was not at the realm of the eighth stage of the body, he must have been killed a long time ago.

Although he didn't kill the envoy, Yan Yun saw that this person's eyes quickly rolled up to the man, and he knew that he had won. Gritting his teeth, Yan Yun's silver cold stick was slightly withdrawn. In a stick fell on the temple which was made a stick layman.

A muffled snort came out of the mouth of the stick layman, and he had already thought of his end in his heart, and the silver cold stick that Yan Yun dropped again made the stick layman have no time to think.

These are long words, but they are only what happened in ten seconds, and after collecting the silver cold stick, Yan Yun looked at a dark shadow behind him, endured the pain, gritted his teeth, and his body flashed into the distance, because there were three corpses left in place. A black shadow was not coming to chase Yan Yun.

Hiding behind a stone stalactite, Yan Yun watched a black shadow disappear from sight and breathed a sigh of relief, and after arranging a white mang array, Yan Yun began to check his injuries.

There was a spear wound on his back. There was a spear piercing the wound from the waist to the abdomen, and a puffy stick mark on the cheek.

The gunshot wound from the back, Yan Yun just crushed it with the Buddha Light Pill and sprinkled it with powder, and then wrapped it in a long cloth.

The wound that penetrated from the waist to the abdomen, Yan Yun was a little difficult, how should this be good. Nine times out of ten, his internal organs have been cut and torn. With his own means now, he couldn't cure it at all, and he was worried in his heart, Yan Yun suddenly realized that holding a small red crystal in his hand was running the blazing technique.

The flames burned, and Yan Yun turned into a skeleton a minute later. Feeling that the pain in his body was gone, Yan Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and after eating a hundred catties of flesh and blood, he was thinking about recovering his flesh and blood.

The whiskers flew out. A few seconds later, Yan Yun's body recovered to its original state, and the wounds on his body disappeared, but the purple-black stick marks on his face still existed, and it seemed that it was because there were no wounds on this face that they would be retained.

"Huh" let out a long breath, Yan Yun sat on the ground, although the wound disappeared, but Yan Yun felt the weakness of his body, this weakness is not flesh and blood can make up for it, and now Yan Yun can only say that he will press down the injury. Those that require a long break to recover. However, this is already an excellent thing for Yan Yun.

Looking at the gloom around him, Yan Yun exhaled lightly and took out some wood to light the fire, although there was no place to get wood and firewood now, but now Yan Yun wanted to see the flames and wanted to sit by the fire to keep warm.

After a night of silence, Yan Yun trotted towards the place where Yu Badu and the others fought yesterday when the half-moon Haoyue appeared, and if he could find the sleeves of the three of them, it would be a good gain.

In the distance, on the dark red scorched earth, some white bones were scattered on the ground. Yan Yun ran over, and when he saw that there were three Sumeru sleeves scattered, he couldn't help but have a little more joy on his face, it seemed that these black shadows were only interested in flesh and blood.

After taking out all the three Sumeru sleeves, Yan Yun put a three-cube or so Sumeru sleeve on his arm, and as for the remaining two Sumeru sleeves, Yan Yun could only lose them, because each person could only wear two Sumeru sleeves.

Seeing that there was nothing else around, Yan Yun walked slowly towards the point of light in the distance, and disappeared from sight after a while.

(Ask for a collection, it's going to be the New Year soon, and the rich will be rewarded greatly, or a like?) ）