"Yes, as long as you are willing to stand by and watch, we in the Yunguang Sect promise not to make a move against Daoists. On the contrary, no matter how powerful you are, there is only one person in the end, do you really think that you can compete with my entire Yunguang Sect?"

Chang Yu's blood-red eyes swept over everyone who surrounded him, and his hoarse voice sounded with a strong killing intent, "Return the little master to me, otherwise, I will raze the entire Yunguang Sect." ”

"Jokes, it's up to you, you want to raze my Yunguang Sect? stop telling jokes!"

"Let's go together, this guy is already at the end of the crossbow, let's kill him together!"

The people of the Yunguang Sect shouted loudly, the sword light flickered, and they all attacked in unison.

Chang Yu clenched his fists with both hands, and the fire on his fists soared into the sky, and he struck out fiercely.

"Ah!!!" a miserable scream came out of the mouths of the Yunguang Sect.

The fire in Chang Yu's hand is like the sickle of death, as long as it is lightly touched, it will burn into the bones, and the pain will not be painful.

The disciples of the Yunguang Sect were simply terrified and shocked, who was this man?

Why is his spiritual fire so powerful?

On the cultivation of the true 6, there should only be one who can cultivate the spiritual fire so superbly...... That sect?

But how could the cultivation of that sect end up in a barren place like Yanwu Da 6?

Who is this man?

Just when the disciples of the Yunguang Sect were frightened, suddenly, Chang Yu punched out again, but the flames burned for a while, but they were suddenly extinguished.

The disciple of the Yunguang Sect was immediately overjoyed, "His aura is exhausted, hurry, let's go up together...... Hahaha, this time, you're dead!"

In Yanwu Da 6, the gathering of aura is extremely difficult.

So once the aura is exhausted, it is almost impossible to replenish it in a short period of time.

Without the aura, without the terrible spiritual fire, what is there to be afraid of this man?

The momentum of the disciples of the Yunguang Sect was steep, and one of them flew high, and the long sword in his hand slashed towards Chang Yu.

However, his figure was still in the air, but the melodious sound of the piano came from his ears.

Immediately after, without waiting for him to react, a sharp pain suddenly came from his body.

Bang bang bang——!

Countless blood holes appeared out of thin air, blood burst out, and the man fell straight from the air.

Chang Yu stood in place, his body shaking unsupportively.

His ears seemed to hear the haunting sound of the piano, and the tip of his nose slowly entwined with the quiet fragrance that he could not forget.

Is she coming?

Is she finally here?

Great, the little master is saved, and she won't be sad.

Chang Yu's body shook and fell suddenly.

"Chang Yu!" Familiar, his long-awaited voice sounded in his ears, "Chang Yu, how are you?"

The pill was stuffed into his mouth, and Chang Yu only felt that the lost vitality had returned little by little.

Even the dried dantian slowly had a surge of aura.

Chang Yu opened his blood-blurred eyes with difficulty, and said in a dumb voice: "Miss, leave me alone, the little master was taken away...... Take it to the west side of the Wuyu Mountains...... Be sure to ...... To save the little master......"

He was a selfish man.

He was not so noble and loyal.

He cares about the little master, and he is also worried about the safety of the little master.

But he was even more afraid, and even more reluctant was that the girl in front of him was sad and sad.

He also knew that the little master was her everything, and she regarded it as her life.

Therefore, even if it is death, he has to help her keep the little master's life.

Mu Yan stretched out his hand and gently covered his eyes, and at the same time, the piano sounded, and the melodious music made Chang Yu confused, and slowly fell into a soft sleep.

。