Dazzling lightning shone on their faces, but their eyes remained motionless.

The two landed slowly, but they were ten feet apart. Ying Tianchang raised the heavy sword in his hand, his skin began to turn pale, and on the black heavy sword, a purple void flame rose.

Liu Hao stretched out his arms, put his legs together, and turned in place, the blood-red Yin Wind Claw, scratching the blood-colored circle, his body was getting faster and faster, and the Yin Wind brought up made the flowers below him fall one after another, the wind howled, and the evil ghosts wailed.

Ying Tianchang kicked back, he roared, like a tiger in the Wuthering Mountains, the giant sword pushed forward, the purple tiger head with flames above his head, with a bloody mouth, appeared at the tip of the sword, he pushed the sword and went towards Liu Hao.

Liu Hao stopped, a shallow pit appeared under his feet, he jumped up on the ground, bent down and put the Yin Feng Claw behind his head, grabbed it forward, and a blood-red huge demon claw went forward.

The sword stabbed into its claws, but it was only halfway through it, and it stopped. On Ying Tianchang's forehead, the bulging green tendons made him look a little hideous, his arms trembled, he roared angrily, twisted the sword with both arms, and pushed forward with all the strength of his body. He was bleeding and his clothes were red. He became a blood man, but it couldn't stop his faith.

The devil's claws shattered, and the scattered blood fell to the ground like rose petals withered by the wind. Liu Hao, the sect leader of the Demon Cloud Sect, who was kneeling on one knee with the Yin Wind Claw in his hand, flew out upside down as if he had been hit by a heavy object in his chest, and his feet drew a straight line on the path, and a bloody arrow spurted out of his mouth, spraying on Ying Tianchang's face. His sword came in an instant, and it hit Liu Hao's throat.

Liu Hao was defeated, he fell, his limbs spread, and fell on the path. He closed his eyes, his chest heaved uncontrollably, panting faintly, the rain lapping on his face, it was comfortable, he opened his mouth and let the rain drip fall in, he was enjoying the pleasure of failure.

His mortal enemy, which is also a candle flame in the rain at this time, may be extinguished at any time, but he is still standing, his sword is on Liu Hao's throat, and with a movement of his wrist, the sword can pierce into it.

The rain was still pouring, and a few lightning bolts pierced the night sky, so that Wu Tian and Liu Ying, who were hiding on the side, could see clearly, and a few muffled thunders overshadowed Liu Ying's crying. She carried a glass neon wedding dress and ran to Ying Tianchang.

She was behind him, hugging him tightly, warm blood stinging her heart.

Ying Tianchang's sword was slowly raised, and with his back behind him, Liu Hao opened his eyes.

Ying Tianchang said: "Can I take her away?" ”

Liu Hao nodded.

Ying Tianchang turned around, hugged Liu Ying in his arms, and gently patted her back, her body was trembling, she was sobbing, and sometimes, only crying could calm her heart.

After a while, Liu Ying's heart calmed down, she raised her head, took Ying Tianchang's hand, and looked at her father lying on the ground.

Liu Hao lay on the ground, did not raise his head, but as if he knew that Liu Ying looked at him, he said softly: "Daughter, you go!" If you're gone, don't come back! ”

Liu Ying didn't speak, her feelings couldn't be sorted out no matter how many words she spoke, flesh and blood, and everything was cut off. She knelt down, and just like that, in the mud.

After kowtowing three times, she stood up and walked towards the archway under the thunderstorm with Ying Tianchang, which was the formation gate of the Demon Gate.

One step, two steps, three steps, she wanted to turn back, but every time she wanted to turn back, she forcibly lowered her head and held Ying Tianchang's hand tighter. Ying Tian ran her hair over and carefully wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The big-headed ghost Wu Tian came to Liu Hao's side and helped him up, Liu Hao covered his chest and coughed uncontrollably, he wanted to watch his daughter leave.

"Senior brother!" Wu Tiandao.

"Let them go." Liu Hao waved his hand.

Wu Tian stood up, the hand holding the knife trembled a little, and the more he trembled, the faster he trembled, and the green tendons on his arm collapsed, as if he wanted to make his five fingers embedded in the handle of the knife.

Flames, black flames burned on the knife.

"Wu Tian, what are you going to do?" Liu Hao struggled to crawl forward.

"Wu Tian, don't mess around." Liu Hao shouted with the last of his strength.

Liu Ying and Ying Tianchang didn't go far, they heard the sound from the rain and turned around.

Wu Tian stepped on the rain, flew up after a few steps, jumped in the air, and the blade of the ghost head knife stabbed at Ying Tianchang's heart like lightning.

Liu Ying violently threw Ying Tianchang forward and blocked him in front of him.

With a "poof", Wu Tian's knife stabbed in.

Wu Tian turned sideways and lowered his head, his revenge was avenged.

On the blade of the knife, blood was dripping downward, and a pair of hands were clutching the back of the knife.

Wu Tian flung his arm and withdrew the knife, and then jumped forward with a full ten zhang of blood, and was slapped on the ground by a raindrop the size of a bean.

"Liu Ying—" Ying Tianchang turned around and screamed in pain, rushed forward, and caught Liu Ying before she fell to the ground.

He knelt on the ground, Liu Ying leaned on his arms, he hurriedly clicked on several heart points on Liu Ying's chest, and then covered her wounds.

"Ying'er, Ying'er!" Ying Tianchang shook her gently and called out to her.

Liu Ying opened her eyes and said weakly, "Tianchang." She slowly raised her hand and touched his face, and when she was about to fall, Ying Tianchang grabbed her five fingers and put them on her face, her head tilted slightly, and her eyes closed.

"Ying'er!" Ying Tian Chang looked up to the sky and roared.

The tip of Wu Tian's knife was still bleeding, a dazzling lightning, and he saw the scene in front of him clearly.

"My sister, my sister." He called out to hurry forward, and before he could take a few steps he stopped.

"Ying'er, Ying'er." Liu Hao struggled forward and crawled behind Wu Tian.

"Senior brother, quick, take me quickly." Liu Hao said weakly.

Wu Tian shook his head, turned around, squatted down, smiled sadly, and said: "Senior brother, she, she is not saved, you are not saved, today, it is better to let you die together, under Jiuquanxia, you can be regarded as reunited with your junior sister!"

"Wu Tian, you!" Liu Hao said.

Wu Tian stood up.

At this time, Ying Tianchang was at a loss, he lowered his head, shed tears, and violently, he untied the brocade bag on his waist, took out the celadon bottle from it, poured out all the pills inside, and then pinched Liu Ying's cheeks, which were as pale as snow, and fed them.

The love flowers on Liu Ying's shoulders floated and sprinkled colorful and crystal pollen.

The rain stopped, and it stopped in an instant, as if a pair of invisible hands had swept away all the clouds and rain, and the moon was still full and bright.

Wu Tian looked up, the earthly world changed instantly, stood up, carried the knife, and turned around. I just wanted to take a step, but I didn't move. Liu Hao hugged his calves, rested his head on his knees, and clamped his arms tightly.

"Let's go!" He yelled hard.

Ying Tianchang looked up, but he didn't know why.

"Humph!" Wu Tian snorted coldly, raised his foot and kicked Liu Hao's lower abdomen, Liu Hao was in pain, and unconsciously let go and flew out, overpowering a red flower, countless barbs, and stabbed into his flesh.

He had just stopped, but he reached out and touched his waist, and a Blood Demon Pill was swallowed by him.

His veins were surging, his whole body was red, like a bonfire burning under the moon, his hands were open, and the Yin Wind claws fell into his palms.

"Sow the cause of yesterday, and there will be fruit of tomorrow!" Senior brother, I know you hate me, such a good opportunity today! Come on! Liu Hao roared.

Wu Tian didn't look back, because he knew that this senior brother of his was already at the end of the crossbow, and he didn't expect that Liu Hao still had a Blood Demon Pill.

He turned the knife, pointed the blade at Ying Tianchang, and said, "Turtle son, you still return the life of Lao Tzu's younger brother!"

He rushed forward, Ying Tianchang didn't move, he just wanted to hug the lover he had seen for the first time in ten years in his arms.

"Let's go!" Liu Hao roared angrily, shattering Ying Tianchang's mind, and he threw a Yin Wind Claw towards Wu Tian.

Wu Tian turned around and used a knife, the yin wind claw bounced away, Liu Hao jumped up, took it in his hand, raised the two claws at the same time, and fell from the sky, Wu Tian didn't have time to think about how Liu Hao recovered, held the ghost head knife tightly, and fought with Liu Hao.

"Tianchang," Liu Ying's eyebrows moved, stirring up a gap, and Ying Tianchang held her cold hand tightly.

"Take me away." Liu Ying muttered.

"Good, good! Let's go, let's go! Ying Tianchang agreed.

He picked her up and walked towards the torii.

Liu Hao smiled with relief, distracted, and was stabbed in the back, and the bloody wound spread from above, but he didn't feel the pain at all. The last of his mind vanished under the stimulus of blood pain, his eyes were red, and even he could only see a blood-red figure in his eyes. Now he is a mad beast, who has long forgotten the so-called moves, relying only on the instinct of the body and the obsession in the heart.

Wu Tian was dragged by him, because he didn't want to be injured, and he didn't want to die in the hands of a waste man, he just needed to dodge, consume Liu Hao's body, and when the medicinal power passed, he would be a fish on the chopping board and let him slaughter. He forgot about hatred for a moment, and thought in his heart that there was only supreme power in this place.

Ying Tianchang finally walked out with Liu Ying in his arms.

The sky was bright, and the gentle breeze in the valley blew through the fresh and humid air.

His steps were a little vain, and he almost fell down several times, but he couldn't fall, because the person in his arms might still have a glimmer of life.

He didn't have time to think, he took out all the Yuan Qi Pills, and poured them into his mouth in one go, and then he took off the heavy sword, endured the pain in his body, and forcibly refined a trace of spiritual power, and the heavy sword floated in front of him, becoming longer and wider.

He carefully picked up Liu Ying and laid it flat on the sword, and the love flower fell into Liu Ying's hand on his lower abdomen, exuding colorful light.

He climbed up the blade of the sword with the hilt of his sword, and he glanced at the flower, and he hated it, because perhaps it was the flower that brought them bad luck, but it was also because of the flower that they could meet in the red dust. Could it be that it really is: flowers are like this, what can they do? Life is like this, what can people do?

He sat cross-legged on his sword, his hands sealed, and the sword shook a little, but it still moved.

He didn't have much time, and he had to use the last bit of strength he had left after turning into a pill to bring Liu Ying back to the sect.

He turned around from time to time to check, Liu Ying's nostrils still had a faint breath, she was still saved, she must be saved. Ying Tianchang kept muttering, and the sword became faster and faster.

The pine forest at dusk, after the showers of the whole night yesterday, was still a little wet, and the feet on it were covered with mud. The few yellow leaves left on the trees were also shaking in the wind, falling from time to time.

"Hey! Hey! ”

Inexplicable and Caidie each held a long sword in their hands, and kept stabbing forward.

Behind her, there was Feng Yao, who was dressed in plain clothes and tightly corseted at the waist, her hair was scattered randomly, and a ponytail was tied with a cyan belt. Clean, heroic, with a long whip in his hand.

She didn't rush to pass on the sect's exercises to Mo Ming, but instead took him and Caidie to this pine forest not far from the Medicine Valley to practice swords. Moreover, they didn't teach the two of them any moves, just let them keep stabbing forward with their swords.

The two of them have been practicing since the morning, and their arms are already swollen and can't be lifted like lead, but these two people don't dare to slack off, gritting their teeth and persevering, because the hot pain on their buttocks is really real.

"Little Mozi, hold on, what is this, I think back then, your demon uncle suffered much more than this! That's right, Brother Immortal. The Demon Emperor's duck voice sounded in his inexplicable mind.

"That's it, that's it, I think back then, your immortal grandfather was bombarded by the thunder for nine hundred and eighty-one days in order to cultivate, and he never complained of suffering. The Immortal Emperor joked.

"But we also feel distressed for you, what is this called, this is called hitting you, it hurts in Lao Tzu's heart, eh, old monster, you say, what will happen if this woman wants to be ruthless?"

"Of course! Ahem! The Immortal Emperor pinched his throat and said, "I hate it, of course people are going to spank their ass!" This voice is like a cat called Spring in February.

The hand holding the sword inexplicably paused and paused slightly.

"Smack!" Feng Yao's long whip flicked, and the tip of the whip was just on the inexplicable left buttocks, as for why it was the left buttocks, it was really because his right buttocks were too high, and Feng Yao wanted to find a balance.

Feng Yao handled this strength very well, which couldn't help but remind him of his elementary school teacher, the feeling of the whip hitting his buttocks was the same as the stick that was not thick or thin when he was a child. It used to be his support to chase after his classmates who bullied him, and later it became a magic weapon for teachers to punish him. Pumping on the body, although there is some hot pain, it is not unbearable.

His arm, with strength, clenched the Qiushui Sword, snorted, and stabbed forward.

He glanced at the butterfly next to him, and although he could see the sweat on her sideburns, he didn't notice that her movements were slower than ever.

"Isn't this little girl, after stabbing for a day, tired?" Inexplicably thought to myself.

For a whole day, I don't know if Feng Yao did it intentionally, or what, she never punished Caidie.

"Smack!" The buttocks were hot again, and the inexplicable left buttocks were also cocked, but they were also just right, and they were just at a height with the right.

"Don't get distracted!" Feng Yao crossed her waist and shouted, at this time, where did she have a dignified and elegant temperament, and she was a fierce woman who was angry during menopause.