Chapter 1226: The Sect Master is back
"Help me...... Tell Little Luoer that I can't ...... I can't go on with her, let her ...... Leading the Sect ...... Returning to the top, the White Water Sect ...... It will be able to regain its glory, and it will be able to reappear in the world. ”
"Old Ye, stop talking, stop talking, we'll take you back." As he spoke, Kong Fangming was about to help him up.
Ye Nanhong opened his eyes wide, looked behind them, and wanted to tell them to be careful, but he couldn't speak, only a mouthful of blood spit out.
Behind them, two arrows were thrown at the two of them quickly, and they were about to stab the two of them, and the two disciples blocked in front of them.
"Puff~"
Two arrows hit them at the same time, and they fell in front of Fu Qing and Kong Fangming.
"Elder, come quickly...... Come on. They labored to utter a few words, then closed their eyes.
They were the original disciples of the Thousand Poison Sect, but at this moment, they blocked two deadly arrows for the two elders who had been lukewarm to them.
"Cut...... I deserve it, I want to die, and I can't complain about it. In the distance, Bai Xue'er sneered, there was no sadness or pity on her face, only mockery and loss.
She blamed the two disciples for blocking the two arrows and not letting her kill Fu Qing and Kong Fangming together.
"Wuling Sect, Quanshan Sect, I and you are incompatible."
Ye Nanhong was too worried just now, he touched the wound again, the blood flowed, and now, there was no breath, Kong Fangming shouted, looking at the disciple who killed him, his eyes were red, and the murderous aura was scattered.
Fu Qing blindfolded Ye Nanhong's eyes that had not yet been closed, made him close his eyes, and then stood up as well, he was like Kong Fangming, with a murderous aura, pointing at the disciple, and then rushed forward.
Their level was inferior to him, but the two of them cooperated seamlessly, plus they used the poisonous powder given by Mu Youluo, but they had the upper hand, but the two Spirit Saints who had fought against them before also joined them, and it became a two-on-three formation, so they fell behind again.
When Bai Chi arrived, he saw that Ye Nanhong was dead, Fu Qing and Kong Fangming were suppressed by the other three, he didn't think much about it, he joined the battle, with his joining, Fu Qing and Kong Fangming could breathe a sigh of relief, but his level was only the Spirit Emperor, and he couldn't beat those three people at all, and soon, there were multiple wounds on his body.
At a glance, the ground was full of corpses, including disciples of the Baishui Sect, as well as those of the Wuling Sect and the Quanshan Sect, and the blood flowed like a river, and the smell of blood wafted in the air, so that the disciples who stayed on the mountain couldn't help but be frightened.
Mu Youluo and they came as fast as they could, this time the time was pressing, although the black dragon was unwilling to let anyone except Mu Youluo and the Immortal step on its back, but it couldn't take care of it at the critical moment, it could only endure it.
When she reached the middle of the mountain, Mu Youluo smelled blood, she was furious in her heart, and without waiting for the black dragon to stop, she jumped down directly, and blocked the three disciples when they were about to kill Fu Qing, Kong Fangming and Bai Chi.
"Little Luo'er." Kong Fangming and Fu Qing shouted in unison.
Bai Chi looked at the peerless Mu Youluo, and the big stone in his heart fell.
"I'm late, I'm coming, I'll take the two elders aside to recuperate, and the rest of the seriously injured disciples will all retreat aside." When Mu Youluo said this, it was mixed with spiritual power, and all the disciples of the White Water Sect heard it.
"It's the Sect Master, the Sect Master is back." At this time. The disciples who were still alive were full of joy and their morale was greatly boosted.
Mu Youluo has arrived, and their confidence is enough, with Mu Youluo here, they are not afraid of anything.
"Xiao Luo'er, old Ye is ......" Fu Qing glanced at Ye Nanhong, who was already out of breath not far away, and his old face finally couldn't help but shed tears.