"Brother......" Tang Xiaowan's face changed greatly, and she threw herself to the side of Tang Wule, who was lying on the ground in a panic, bleeding from his mouth, and cried out sadly.

"Hmm...... When will it ......" However, although Ding Ding defeated Tang Wule, his face also changed greatly, and he looked down at his right hand holding the sword in horror, her hand was rapidly losing consciousness, and in just two breaths, she could no longer hold the long sword.

"Dangchang"

The long sword fell to the ground, Ding Ding held his right arm in a panic, and subconsciously looked at Ye Fan, this is good, their senior sisters and brothers are all planted on the poison of the Tang Sect.

"Bang ......"

At this moment, the sound of chaotic footsteps sounded, and everyone looked in the direction where Tang Wule came before, and their faces couldn't help but change drastically, and there were thirty or forty disciples of the Tyrant Sword, and they rushed to the front in a moment.

The first person put the thick-backed big knife in his hand on his shoulder, and said coldly: "It turns out that you are here, this time, see where you are fleeing." ”

Ye Fan's eyes showed a look of despair, and he said in a low voice: "These people are under the Badao Sect, and they are coming for me." ”

Tang Xiaowan looked at Ye Fan and said sadly: "Xiaofan, they have come to the door after all, we are afraid that we will die here today." ”

After speaking, he turned his head and looked at Tang Wule in front of him, and said with distress and sadness: "Brother, I know that you are for my good, but this matter is because of me and Xiao Fan, you don't interfere, it is also a kind of happiness to be able to die with Xiao Fan." ”

The leader of the disciples of the Overlord Sword snorted coldly: "The grudge between the Overlord Sword and the Tibetan Sword is not a day or two, let us find it today, just obediently accept our fate, wait for the underground, and then be a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks!"

After speaking, with a wave of his hand, five disciples immediately rushed forward with swords towards Tang Xiaowan and Ye Fan.

Ding Ding's right arm has lost consciousness, and there is no long sword in his hand, and his combat power is less than thirty percent left, and he has no power to resist in the face of the sword disciple, but she still subconsciously blocked in front of Ye Fan at the first time.

After Tang Xiaowan said those words to Tang Wule, he left his side, this matter had nothing to do with him, plus he was also here to hunt them down, as long as he didn't interfere, the Badao disciples would not attack him.

Seeing that the little sister was in front of the long knife of the disciple of the sword, her pretty face was pale, her eyes were closed in horror, and she raised her head and raised her hand in front of her, waiting for death to come, Tang Wule felt a pain in her heart.

He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, rolled on the ground, and rolled to the front of the Naba Dao disciple, hugging one of his legs.

At this time, he was seriously injured, his true qi could not be condensed, he could not break the opponent's protective qi at all, and the poison in his body could not exert its effect.

Tang Men's poison, in the case that the other party has already launched the protection of the body, also needs the cooperation of true qi to be effective, but even if he can't do anything, he has to use his life to protect his sister.

The Naha Sword disciple was furious, his true anger exploded, and he shook the arm that was holding his leg away, and then raised his other foot and kicked it at Tang Wule fiercely.

Seeing this, the other four sword disciples also surrounded him, and instead of using their knives, they stomped on him and kicked him fiercely.

Soon, the blood in Tang Wule's mouth spurted out like money, and the internal injuries were further aggravated.

Tang Xiaowan heard the movement, opened her eyes and saw it, she suddenly collapsed, and rushed forward to pull the Badao disciple with a cry, "Don't, don't hit my brother, kill me if you want to, don't beat my brother...... Woowoo woo ......"

Tang Wule looked at Tang Xiaowan from the gap, his mouth couldn't help but overflow with blood, but he still said to Tang Xiaowan gently: "Sister, pot...... I'm afraid I can't protect you anymore......"

With Tang Xiaowan's ability, how could he stop this group of fierce and vicious sword disciples? One of the sword disciples waved his hand, and Tang Xiaowan was knocked to the ground.

Seeing this, Ye Fan struggled to get up, gritting his teeth and wanting to rush up and fight with them, but at this moment, he couldn't even stand on his feet, where did he still have the ability to fight hard?

"Dog men and women, you insulted my son-in-law and caused me to be ridiculed by the world, you should think of today. The more the disciples of the Badao spoke, the more angry they became, and their feet became more ferocious.

Seeing that Tang Wule was about to be beaten to death, a violent wind suddenly rose out of thin air in the field.

"Whirring ......"

"Bang Bang ......"

Everyone only felt that a flower in front of them, a gray and a green two phantoms fell from the sky, and the five disciples of the Tyrant Sword who were beating around Tang Wule suddenly flew out in five directions, and a mouthful of blood spurted out in mid-air.

They flew out three or four feet away, and the moment they landed, another mouthful of blood spit out, and then curled up into a ball of dried shrimp.

Everyone looked at each other, a handsome young man dressed in gray, and a delicate woman in a light green shirt, one left and one right, fell beside Tang Wule.

It was Luo Changfeng and Ah Qing.

After kicking the five Badao disciples, Luo Changfeng immediately squatted down, reached out to Tang Wule's face, and used his brain to heal him.

Tang Wule's injuries were already very serious, and if he was not treated in time, he would die of anger in a minute or two at most.

No matter who he is, whether he is good or evil, it doesn't matter now, in Luo Changfeng's eyes, he is just a good brother who loves his sister, and just by virtue of this, this person is worthy of his rescue.

Even if you save the wrong person, it's a big deal to take back this life with your own hands in the future, this is Luo Changfeng's style of acting.

What's more, from Fang Cai's conversation, he already knew that these swordsmen were the subordinates of the Badao Villa, and the one named Xiao Fan was the person from the Hidden Sword Villa.

He has a good relationship with Ye Meng, the owner of the fourth village of the Tibetan Sword Villa, and when he encounters this kind of thing, he naturally has nothing to say.

"Brother, how are you?" Brother, ......" Tang Xiaowan stumbled to Tang Wule's side, grabbed one of his arms, and tears dripped down in large pieces.

Luo Changfeng said softly: "Girl, don't panic, since you are here, it is not easy for your brother to die even if he wants to." ”

"Ahem...... Yes...... Can it be lived...... Which brother-in-law wants to die......" Tang Wule coughed a few times, and a few wisps of blood overflowed from his mouth, and said weakly.

But Tang Xiaowan found that his originally pale face was gradually recovering his blood, and hearing that he could still speak, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

Luo Changfeng couldn't help grinning, it was really Tang Wule's accent, which made him listen very kindly.

He was originally a native of southeast Chongqing, and his hometown is at the foot of Wuling Mountain, located at the junction of Yudu, Bashu, Funan, and Qianzhou, which is a veritable border city, but the language of his hometown is the authentic Bashu dialect.

At this time, he had already guessed Tang Wule's identity, and immediately joked in the authentic Bashu dialect: "You melon baby is also a Hade old fire, a disciple of the Tang Sect, cut melee combat with others, it's time for you to carry it." ”

Tang Xiaowan looked at Luo Changfeng in surprise, but Tang Wule's eyes lit up, and said: "Yes, it turned out to be a fellow countryman, Lao Tzu was careless this time, and he didn't have time to make a move in the rainstorm." ”

After a year of continuous brain development, Luo Changfeng not only greatly improved his mental strength, but also greatly enhanced the efficacy of this brain-opening technique.

Tang Wule's injuries quickly stabilized, and after a few words, he was already able to speak normally.

And the disciples of the sword over there, seeing that their senior brothers were beaten away, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead, they were immediately furious, and they rushed up one after another, surrounding Luo Changfeng and A Qing in a semicircle.

"Who are you, dare to make a move on the people of my Sword Villa, don't you want to live?" the leader of the Sword Suppression disciple shouted angrily at Luo Changfeng.