Xuanlong was sweating profusely with his back against Ye Yu, and it seemed that he had wasted a lot of effort in rushing in, and he was still scolding: "It's all your fault, I snatched Benlong's treasure shoes away, and Benlong was slapped twice by a purple-clothed old man, but fortunately, Benlong is strong......"

Ye Yu looked at the Qingyang Taoist priests around him with bright eyes, without the slightest intention of laughing, and hurriedly turned his head and whispered: "You stupid dragon, I don't have any strength now, I can't escape at all, what do you do when you come back!

Xuanlong glared at Ye Yu: "Your grandmother, you say everything, don't make yourself like a hero, you are a bear now, ride on my back obediently, and we will kill it together!"

A group of purple-clothed elders and black-clothed disciples were watching a man and a beast muttering together without knowing why they were vigilant, and suddenly saw Ye Yu riding on the back of the Xuanlong, and a purple-clothed elder immediately regained his senses and shouted: "Qingyang disciples listen to the order, and they must be killed at all costs! ”

The murderous aura unfolded, one man and one beast were like desolate ancient cavalry, but they could break through the mountains and rivers and slaughter towards the encircled crowd, the purple-clothed elders and the black-clothed disciples changed color one after another, but at this moment they did not flinch again, they knew that if they let Ye Yu escape, they would definitely bring a catastrophe to Qingyang in the future.

Fairy Sword, Baoding, Divine Tower...... Colorful, the magic weapon roared in unison, the Dao Qi was fluttering, one by one the figures rushed up, and were beaten out, the earth-shattering battle revolved around one person and one beast, Xuanlong ran while waving his front paws sharply, grabbing the surrounding Qingyang Taoist priests, tearing off pieces of flesh and blood on the claws, Ye Yu rode on the back of Xuanlong and waved the coffin lid vigorously, setting off pieces of blood flowers, at this moment all the Qingyang disciples and purple-clothed elders began to disregard their lives, vowing to kill Ye Yu in one fell swoop and get rid of the disaster.

Although Ye Yu and Xuanlong were trapped, they had an advantage in this siege, and the Qingyang Daoist besieged them together, which would make the cultivation of the purple-clothed elder be restrained, and they could not use it to kill Ye Yu with all their might, they took care of each other to avoid harming the same sect, and shared a lot for Ye Yu.

In the long air, the sound of killing shook the sky, Xuanlong roared hard, rushing forward, Ye Yu was stabbed by a fairy sword, he ignored it completely, waved the coffin lid with a cold expression, knocked down one magic weapon after another, and countless fairy sword magic weapons rushed over, dozens of ink-clothed disciples beside him were knocked down, and some people rushed up, the same disregard for their lives, at this moment the word Qingyang seemed to be sacred in their hearts, prompting them to kill Qingyang's traitors, and the fight was extremely tragic.

The murderous aura spread raging in the air, the blood stained a man and a beast red like water, Ye Yu's hands were numb, there were many wounds on his body, and the blood did not stop, although Xuanlong was wounded, his body was extremely domineering and strong, and those supreme magic weapons only trembled when they hit him, and then they were rebounded back.

Ye Yu struggled to hold on, not knowing how long he could last, but subconsciously waved the coffin lid, covering every nerve in his body in pain, but he was already numb, streams of blood flowed out of the wound, and gradually his eyes began to become hollow, and his consciousness became more and more blurred, if it weren't for the voice in his heart that was still roaring and urging him to fight, he would have fallen from Xuanlong's body a long time ago.

The killing lasted for half an hour, the young man finally couldn't support it, the coffin lid fell down with a bang and covered his body, he had no strength to hold it up, in the dark he seemed to hear death calling to him, he thought of the girl, remembered the white wolf, Lu Yue...... Thinking of all the pain and misfortune, of all the joys and tears...... He was unwilling, but helpless.

Countless magic weapons flew to hit Xuanlong's body, Xuanlong's body trembled, and his face showed a very painful expression, but he still held his head high, and rushed forward angrily, it was about to rush out!

A fairy sword flew and plunged deep into Ye Yu's thigh, a stream of blood burst out, and the piercing pain made the delirious young man open his eyes forged, with golden scales in front of him, and a blurred group of figures in front of him, they shouted and killed, vowing to kill a dragon and a beast!

The purple-clothed elder who rushed to the front was slapped by Xuanlong's claw, a wisp of blood overflowed from his mouth, and his gray hair was flying.

With a whoosh, another flying sword slammed into the coffin lid, and a roar erupted, at this time, Ye Yu's lowered head suddenly raised, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and the young man's lips trembled and made a small sound: "I, I can't die, I want to kill...... Kill out".

He didn't have the strength to swing the coffin lid anymore, so he took out his sword, and the seven stars with a body like ink, the mist was fluttering. The coffin lid on his back pressed his figure, and the young man bowed his head on the dragon's back, wielding his sword to fight, because he had hatred and resentment in his heart, and he was unwilling to die, so even if he spent his mind, the Shenhai Exhaustion Dao did not have a trace of aura, he had to fight!

His blood slid down the Seven Stars and fell on the seven small stars on the ink-colored sword body, the Seven Stars hissed and trembled, bursting out with a wave of combat power, and the sword in the young man's hand burst out with murderous aura again, the sword light shone brightly, and the sword arc flew one after another.

The magic weapon flying beside him was knocked down, Ye Yu fought desperately, stabbed down five or six disciples in ink clothes, and there were more and more wounds on his body, and the blood on his body flowed violently......

The purple-clothed elder in front looked at the young man who suddenly burst out of combat power in shock, his heart couldn't help but become heavy, he thought about it, avoided the crowd and quietly withdrew, ready to wait for the opportunity to rush up and kill Ye Yu with one blow.

An ink-clothed disciple was stabbed by Ye Yu's sword, and the blood flew out upside down, and at this moment, the purple-clothed elder moved, dodging and flying like an arrow off the string, avoiding the Xuanlong and heading straight for Ye Yu, and a long sword in his hand was extremely sharp and aimed directly at Ye Yu's chest.

The purple-clothed elder was very proud in his heart, and finally waited for the opportunity, his sword was very accurate, and soon, taking advantage of his unpreparedness and sudden sword, no one could avoid it, this sword would ruin the young man in front of him!

Just when the corners of the purple-clothed elder's mouth showed a trace of arc, thinking that he would definitely succeed, a blazing light suddenly burst out from the ground, and before the purple-clothed elder could notice it, he was pierced by this extremely fast light, and a fist-sized hole fell on the flying figure, screaming and falling from the air.

This sudden situation made all the Qingyang Daoists who were besieging and killing stagnant, and in just this breath, Ye Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw a wisp of vitality, and urged Xuanlong to shout: "Run!"

At this moment, a black shadow picked up from the ground, waved his big palm, and set off a monstrous wave, and the big hands of the man in black seemed to be able to cover the heavens and the earth, and the terrifying aura was pervasive, and the murderous machine was everywhere, and he rushed up in an instant.

A dozen palms were fired at the Qingyang Daoist who was besieging and killing, and a Qingyang Daoist was knocked down like a cucumber, and several purple-clothed elders immediately realized the seriousness of the situation, and they scattered and rushed towards the black-clothed man who suddenly appeared.

Ye Yu hurriedly turned his head and looked at the man in black, it was an old man, his beard was white, and his appearance was quite ugly, but the soft, loving and even compassionate gaze that looked at him, Ye Yu was very familiar with it, he was in a hurry!

Ye Yu's heart was sour, he never thought that since he came out of Qingyang, when the master and apprentice saw each other again, he would be so embarrassed.

"Teacher......"

The purple-clothed elder beside him flew and thought about the man in black rushing towards him, Ye Yu's words came to his mouth and swallowed again, but he just looked at the old man in black in a daze, and his heart was sour, "The disciple is not filial, and it will affect you...... I have become a traitor to Qingyang, everyone will be punished, master, why do you ......" Ye Yu choked in his heart, and could only watch the old man in black and the elder in purple fighting together, he didn't know how to face Yu Liuqi, he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Two fools, don't leave quickly!" The old man in black had big sleeves like the wind, hunting in the wind, fighting more than a dozen purple-clothed elders alone, but his eyes looked straight at Ye Yu and shouted angrily, "Remember that jar of wine, it's just a jar of wine!"

"What are you doing in a daze, let's run!" Xuanlong turned his head and glared at Ye Yu, who was distracted, and rushed down quickly, Ye Yu did not have a single tear in his eyes, it was hot and bloodshot together, and the black shadow in his eyes became more and more blurred until he disappeared out of sight.