One of the disciples was supposed to have tried the "Loss Pill" given by Liu Yu for his master, and after hearing Jimod's words, he felt that there was some reason, so he put the knife back into the sheath, and the other disciples also withdrew their weapons one after another. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Seeing this, Liu Yu pressed his fingers on the Tanzhong, Juque and other important points in Nakhaba's Tanzhong, Juque and other important points to probe, and realized that there was a knife-like true qi flying around in his body, and several meridians of his size had already been cut to pieces. He realized that the "Flame Finger" that this person was practicing was an extremely domineering kung fu, and once a cultivator was unable to control the true qi in his body due to injury or other reasons, this domineering true qi would turn back on his body.

After thinking for a while, he made up his mind, then lifted Nakhapa up from behind, and ordered several Darul disciples to hold him steady from the side, and then he unfolded the Xuanwei fingering technique, and connected the ten fingers on the acupoints behind Nakhapa. After clicking on the acupuncture points behind him, he turned around and then pointed at the acupuncture points in front of him.

After about a stick of incense, the true qi in Nakappa's body gradually tended to be on the right path under the guidance of his fingertips. At this moment, an extremely clear sword light reflected into the tent through the heavy felt cloth, and at the same time, a scream was heard from outside the tent, followed by Happel's roar.

As soon as this scream stopped, another sword light flashed, followed by another scream that entered the tent.

The third and fourth sword lights flashed one after another, and four people died one after another. Outside the tent Happur's voice sounded utterly insane at this moment, and his frantic roar was filled with great fear. Until a fifth sword light interrupted his roar and cut a few feet long in the tent.

Seeing this, Jimod hurriedly led all the juniors and disciples to protect Liu Yu and Nakhapa. It wasn't until a moment later, when they saw that no one had broken through the breach in the tent, that they were relieved a little. As the crowd was about to sit down, a black figure like a ball rolled in through the breach in the tent, and after three or four turns on the ground before it stopped—it was Happel's head!

Jimod tried to pick up Happur's head, but was stopped by his brothers and sisters—in case it was a conspiracy by the men outside the tent, such as poisoning the head.

He looked back at Liu Yu, and saw fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, shining in the candlelight. Based on this, he speculated that Master's healing should have reached the most critical moment.

He tore off the thin quilt from his bed and threw it right over Happel's dead eyes and still open mouth. He quietly gestured to all the juniors and disciples, and arranged for everyone to take their weapons and disperse them to various places in the tent, so as to prevent people from outside from a certain direction from unexpectedly killing in.

However, after the men outside the tent killed Happel, they seemed to have no movement. Gimod shouted several times outside in excitement, but no one answered. The behavior of these people made him shudder, and he couldn't help but think of the herds of hyenas he had met in the desert in his early days of business.

The hyenas, like the people outside the tent at the moment, never made the slightest sound, but they took their companions one by one, tore open their bellies, and devoured their stomachs.

At this moment, the unconscious Darul Sect Grandmaster Nakaba suddenly snorted, although his voice was very low, it gave these Darul Sect disciples endless hope. In their opinion, the master had led everyone through countless tribulations, including the Gelug sect's plots and the troubles of the Tubo king, and this time he might wake up and save the disciples wisely again.

However, this glimmer of hope of the people was like a candle in the wind, and it was extinguished in an instant. After coughing sharply, Nakaba suddenly tilted his head to the side, and the corners of his mouth began to foam blood.

Liu Yu opened his eyes and sighed: "I'm afraid your master's martial arts can't be saved......"

Jimod didn't wait for him to finish, and fell to his knees with a thud, "It's okay to save your life, please, Liu Shaoxia!"

Liu Yu nodded, he waved his ten fingers in unison, secretly reciting in his heart the mental method in the general outline of the "Book of Dissolving Stasis" that he had mistakenly practiced, and extracted wisps of true qi from Nakaba's body and stripped them away. Gradually, a tiny bead of blood began to congade between his fingers. The blood beads are turning faster and faster, and the more they turn, the more rapid they become. Although it is very small, it rubs against the air and makes a crane sound.

Gimod pricked up his ears, and he heard the footsteps outside the tent getting denser and closer, and he motioned for his disciples to step up their guards. In his anxiety, his eyes swept around, and he accidentally saw a mattress thrown on the ground, and the bulge in the middle was where Happel's head was, and his heart couldn't help but feel a pang.

Outside the felt wall of the tent, a sword with a handle seemed to be agreed, and at the same time pierced from the outside in. In the light of candlelight, the tips of these swords shone brightly, and the edge was terrifying.

Jimod shouted, "Rush out together and protect Master!" All the juniors and disciples received the order, grabbed the weapons in their hands, and were about to cut open the tent and rush out to fight to the death with the people outside.

"Come here, come behind me!" Liu Yu opened his eyes again at some point, his hands were still swinging, and the blood beads between his ten fingers were spinning so hard that they were as fast as a red shadow.

His voice was not loud, but it seemed to have a calm and unhurried spirit in it, so that when the Darul faction heard it, they all turned to look at him.

As early as when he first arrived in the grassland, he had heard a story that was praised by the veterans, saying that there was a Han boy who once led the people of the Yao Ran clan to be invincible, and was praised by the grassland people as "Eagle". He thought it was just a casual meal of a bunch of boring ruffians when they had no drinks to drink or girls to play with, but now he began to believe that this was true.

The young man in front of him had black hair scattered, and the sword scar on his right cheek extended to his ear, which looked a little terrifying in the flickering candlelight. Jimod sighed in his heart, "Could it be that he once led thousands of troops and horses to defeat the army of Jerusheru with fewer strikes and more strikes?"

Although the rivers and lakes are different from the battlefield, they all lie in the domination of the leader. A good leader can turn defeat into victory and turn the situation into peace. With this young man in command of the disciples of the Darur Sect, maybe there will really be a chance to turn around tonight!

Dozens of swords outside the tent were slowly piercing in from different directions, quietly announcing the arrival of death in the boundless night.

The blade and blade of the sword penetrated inch by inch, rubbing against the gaps in the felt cloth, making a slight sound. (To be continued.) )