Youlan Mu changed his fist to grasp, grabbed the soft meat ball, and then in Zhu Yao's exclamation, twisted his waist and stepped forward, spun hard, and threw Zhu Yao out fiercely. The red figure knocked down many disciples along the way, smashing a straight passage through the chaotic battlefield.

The surrounding scuffling crowd was startled by this, and the movement of the fight gradually became smaller, and they each stepped aside with a tacit understanding, stopped their movements and looked at each other, and finally turned their eyes to Youlan Mu, all with strange faces.

"This senior brother is so powerful, it's really shocking, it must feel good..."A disciple of Cold Wind Valley glanced enviously at the red-clothed woman who was protected by the disciples of Chiyan Peak in the distance, and swallowed his saliva in a daze.

The disciples of Chiyan Peak gathered around Zhu Yao angrily, protecting Zhu Yao inside and confronting the disciples of the Cold Wind Valley.

Everyone had not light injuries on their bodies, or their noses and faces were swollen from being beaten, or they were scratched with several blood marks, but it was obvious that the morale of the disciples of Cold Wind Valley was much higher. Because the mysterious senior brother who suddenly appeared defeated the opponent's No. 3 person at once, and he took advantage of it.

"Senior sister!" Zhao Ziming, who was fighting against Wan Qingsong, also noticed the strangeness here, and after seeing Zhu Yao, who was protected by the disciples in the door, his eyes instantly turned red, and he roared angrily, and the big sword in his hand was in vain and forced Wan Qingsong back, kicked his legs violently, and rushed to Zhu Yao's side with a pale face in a few jumps.

"Senior sister, junior sister!" Zhao Ziming hugged the unconscious Zhu Yao and called anxiously, he noticed that Zhu Yao's right wrist was in an irregular state, the clothes on his chest were wrinkled, and a handprint was clearly printed, Zhao Ziming's pupils shrank suddenly, and the anger in his heart rushed to the top of his head, and the tooth sockets were pressed together to make a "zizi" friction sound.

Zhu Yao worshipped under the same division as him, the two have had a good relationship since childhood, and in his heart Zhao Ziming regarded Zhu Yao as his own personal belongings, but now Zhu Yao was not only broken by someone, but also attacked on the chest, which made Zhao Ziming's face turn from red to green, which was extremely ugly.

"Which bastard injured Senior Sister Zhu, stand up for me!" Zhao Ziming roared like a mad lion, and the shouting also carried spiritual power, so that the roar had a strong sonic impact, and the disciples of Chiyan Peak who were standing beside him trembled slightly, and many of the disciples of Cold Wind Valley showed fear.

"Ten layers of qi refining, the skill is quite sufficient." Youlan Mu glanced at the Chiyan Peak disciples who were over there and invited him to fight, and quietly retreated from the crowd, he relied on brute force to win against that woman, but it didn't mean that he could really rely on brute force to win all the time, reaching the level of the tenth layer of qi refining was not something that could be won by brute force alone.

Before leaving, Youlan Mu didn't forget to pick up the woman's sword, this spirit sword fire attribute aura is definitely a treasure, although he can't use it, he can sell it for a good price, and now he urgently needs a large amount of spirit pills to break through the first layer of seals in his body.

"Get out of here!" Zhao Ziming shouted angrily again, the disciples of Cold Wind Valley were crowded, and none of them stood up, they looked left and right and suddenly found that the brave senior brother had disappeared for some time.

Zhao Ziming, who had not received a response for a long time, roared angrily, waved his sword and pointed directly, and roared: "Kill!" ”

The disciples of Chiyan Peak sacrificed their spirit swords and killed them together, and dozens of spirit swords flew into the disciples of Cold Wind Valley at the same time, causing a commotion. The disciples of Cold Wind Valley either desperately dodged, or accelerated towards the disciples of Chiyan Peak to fight in close combat, and the scene became more and more chaotic.

The crowd, who were still a little restrained, began to act recklessly, and in the melee, a disciple was slowly killed.

Wan Qingsong looked at the scuffling crowd with a grim face, the current situation is no longer the private fight of their juniors, this is already considered to be a complete tear of the two sects, he stopped a disciple of Cold Wind Valley who rushed forward, and shouted: "Go back to the door immediately and report the situation here to the master!" Send reinforcements over. ”

The disciple wiped the blood stains from his face and immediately turned around and ran towards the Shimen not far away.

Cold Wind Valley is just behind a few hills, and it only takes a while for the news here to be transmitted back, what Wan Qingsong has to do now is to take advantage of the geographical advantage, summon the reinforcements of the sect, and take down the young disciples of Chiyan Peak in one fell swoop, so as to gain the initiative in the subsequent negotiations. Wan Qingsong reflexively slaughtered into the crowd, trying his best to avoid large casualties among his junior disciples.

Zhao Ziming fought all the way forward with red eyes, as long as he saw the person in gray and blue clothes, he was full of a sword, and the disciples of Cold Wind Valley who fell under him had already exceeded three people, and suddenly Zhao Ziming saw a figure in the distance rushing towards the periphery of the battlefield, and the person in his hand was the Zhu Huo Sword of Senior Sister Zhu.

Zhao Ziming's eyes widened angrily, and he shouted: "Stop me!" ”

Youlan Mu smashed the bridge of the nose of a rushing Chiyan Peak disciple with a punch, turned around and sneered, and accelerated towards the periphery.

Zhao Ziming was furious, and the sword flew straight towards Youlan Mu, but as soon as he flew into the air, suddenly a flower appeared in front of him, and a gray figure rushed over, holding him and falling into the air together.

Zhao Ziming's abdomen was punched three times by Wan Qingsong, who was close to him, and the severe pain made Zhao Ziming cough up a mouthful of blood, as if his intestines had been broken. Zhao Ziming took off his sword and stabbed his hand from the side of his waist, forcing Wan Qingsong to let go and retreat.

Zhao Ziming held his sword and swept back, a fiery red blade of light rushed in, Wan Qingsong quickly bent down to dodge, but a piece of flesh was still cut off from his shoulder, and a large piece of blood was lying all over his right body, looking a little oozing.

"Wan Qingsong, you're looking for death!" Zhao Ziming clutched his abdomen, knelt on the ground with a strained sword and roared in a low voice, and traces of blood slipped from the corners of his mouth.

"You should be the one who is looking for death." Suddenly, a cold voice sounded behind Zhao Ziming, which immediately made him feel cold.

Zhao Ziming suddenly turned his head and stared, and at the same time, the spirit sword in his hand was fluorescent, and he followed his gaze and slashed behind him, but as soon as his head was turned over, he saw a large rock smashed down on his head, followed by a sharp pain, and before he fainted, he saw a disciple of Cold Wind Valley with a pockmarked face smiling evilly at him, and that person also had Senior Sister Zhu's sword pinned to his waist.

"Didn't this person run out of the periphery of the battle group, when did he run behind him......" Zhao Ziming fainted with an insoluble question.

Youlan Mu threw away the thousand-pound boulder in his hand that was broken in half, and scolded in a low voice: "The head is not broken, but it is really hard enough." ”

Wan Qingsong, who was watching all the sneak attack process of Youlan Mu on the side, suddenly shuddered, and only felt a gust of cold wind behind his head. This is the first time he has seen someone holding a thousand pounds of boulders and still be able to move as agile as a wild cat, and without making a sound, this is the absolute control of the ** power.

Even if Wan Qingsong himself is a physical cultivator, he doesn't want to face such a person, only he, who is also a physical cultivator, knows what it means to have absolute control over the power of **.

"Senior Brother is worthy of being Elder Fu's proud disciple, it's really hidden......" Wan Qingsong stood up holding his badly injured shoulder, he just wanted to praise Youlan Mu, but as soon as the words reached his mouth, he was swallowed back into his stomach, with a strange look on his face.

I saw Youlan Mu bend down and pick up Zhao Ziming's big sword, this is not counting Youlan Mu also took off the clothes on Zhao Ziming's body, and muttered in a low voice: "A high-grade spirit sword, a medium-grade defensive robe, and a few more bottles of spirit pills." ”

After packing up the spoils, Youlan Mu turned his head to look at the others, his eyes full of encroachment.

"It's all good things...... "Youlan Mu whispered while carrying a big sword.

Wan Qingsong on the side suddenly had a bad premonition. (.. )