The entire camp was amazed.

The evil cloud sect's great killing god, the evil king, actually single-handedly attacked their group of little disciples?

Of course, the man with the Rakshasa mask didn't give them much time to react. He had no weapons in his hands, and only relied on a pair of fleshy palms to deal with the leaders and elders who stayed behind.

Although the strength of the heads and elders of these small sects can be regarded as high-level cultivators, a pair of top-notch Crossing Tribulation Period Evil Kings are simply vulnerable.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of people have been sent flying by a dozen.

"Elder Alai, there is no one here who is his opponent at all, what should we do?" Feng Nian gathered around Alai, looking at the one-sided battle situation in front of him very anxiously.

Alai rested in the camp due to injuries and did not follow Shu Shu and the others. At this time, he was standing at the back of the crowd and staring intently at the evil king in front of him, he knew that there was no one in the camp at this time who was higher in cultivation than him.

But he also knew that if he made a move, he was afraid that he would never return.

He looked at the little monk beside him who was anxious to catch fire, and smiled.

"Little Friar, if I die, take my ashes to your hometown!"

Ah Lai suddenly said such a sentence to Feng Nian, but Feng Nian was stunned.

"What do you mean you're dead, Elder Alai, aren't you alive and well!!"

Feng Nian was a little flustered, he unconsciously took a step back, he couldn't understand what Elder Ah Lai was saying.

Ah Lai stretched out his hand and patted him on the head, and whispered, "Little Friar, you remember. ”

That smile was like the last freeze frame, deeply imprinted in Feng Nian's mind, and when he came back to his senses, Ah Lai had already dragged his seriously injured body and rushed forward with a sword.

"Niannian, what does he mean?" Xiao Lihua poked her head out from behind Feng Nian, looking confused. Why can't she understand what the man just said!

Feng Nian couldn't hear anything at this time, and his mind followed the purple figure in front of him.

"Won't die, won't. ”

Feng Nian pushed away the crowd and suddenly chased after him like crazy.

Little Pear Blossom blinked and watched her little friend run away like this.

The purple figure shuttled through the sea of thousands of people, but in the blink of an eye, it was in front of the evil king.

With a bang, the shadow of the long sword flashed in front of the evil king, attracting all his attention and stopping his attack.

A monk who had been driven to a dead end narrowly avoided a killing move, raised his eyes, and saw that it was the Nine Elders of the Flying Feather Gate who stood up, and his heart was a little relieved.

Everyone retreated behind Ah Lai one after another, and this time Ah Lai was exposed to the front.

Under the mask, the corners of the evil king's mouth slowly raised a cruel smile.

"Last time you saved your life, this time... Just die obediently!"

No one knew that the person behind the mask was Meng Wu, the former Great Elder of the Flying Feather Sect, and no one guessed his identity. His voice was no longer as clear as it used to be, with a thick sense of roughness, which made people uncomfortable.

Alai's face remained unchanged, and from the moment he stood up, he knew that he couldn't live today. It's just a little regretful in his heart, and until he died, he couldn't see Ah Yun again.

What a pity.

I hope that the little monk can bring his ashes back to the hometown where Ah Yu grew up, and it can be regarded as a dream fulfilled for him. Perhaps, where can I see Ah Yun again?

"Come on!"

He Alai has been a genius in cultivation since he was a child, and when it comes to talent, he is better than Xue Ya. Xue Ya was fifteen years old, but he had just broken through the Jindan stage, but when he was fifteen years old, he was already at the top of the Jindan stage. It's just that Xue Ya is a little older, but he has never been surpassed by him.

Come to think of it, if he hadn't met Fengqiu, maybe he would have surpassed Xue Ya. Why bother to be suppressed by such a small night here!

But it's a pity that meeting Fengshui is the luckiest thing in his life.

As long as I can meet her again. Even if you lose your cultivation again, you will cultivate from scratch. He was willing too!!

Ah Lai pulled his sword and took up, and a move was his own trick. Extract the spiritual power of the whole body to use this most lethal move, a sword.

Last time, he was injured by this evil king when he failed to use this trick, but this time, he has a chance to use it, hehe, it should be the last time he swings his sword.

The evil king Meng Wu's eyes moved slightly, he was once the same senior brother of Ah Lai, so he naturally knew a little about his moves. This move is his biggest hole card.

If he was still the same Meng Wu as he was back then, even if he crossed the level with his evil cultivation, he would definitely not be able to stand this trick.

Can ...... now

Hmph, carving insect skills.

Meng Wu's palms were staggered in front of his chest, and spiritual power quickly gathered in his palms. His palm was slowly transparent under the washing of the spiritual energy, but it was a pity that a trace of black mist slowly oozed out of the spiritual power, slowly dyeing the jade-like palm black.

The two masters faced off, and the little minions beside him retreated. Among the thousands of figures, only a young man with a knife rushed forward desperately.

"A sword!!" The sword in Ah Lai's hand finally swung out, and the sword shadows in front of him suddenly shone brightly, reflecting his extraordinary face very brightly.

'I'm Feng Qiu, what's your name?' the nimble and pretty woman dangled her white feet in front of him, and the bells on her anklets jingled.

His face flushed with shame, and he turned his face away at a loss.

'Ah Lai, my name is Ah Lai. ’

The woman's cheerful laughter came to her ears, with a crisp voice.

'Nice to meet you, Alai. ’

She is really beautiful in his memory, he really wants to see her again.

Ah Lai's sword shocked the unskilled monk behind him, but he was caught effortlessly by the killer demon king in front of him.

A cruel killing intent flashed in Meng Wu's eyes, and he no longer put this bit of power in his eyes.

This is the crushing of cultivation, Ah Lai understands, he will not die soon.

"Friar, remember~"

He muttered softly, a relieved smile tugging at the corner of his bloody mouth, as if he had finally reunited with his Ah Yun.

Meng Wucai didn't care what the dying man was happy about, and his palm pushed forward a little. Finally smashed the glorious and prosperous killing move completely, and the palm of his hand kept pushing towards Ah Lai.

Meng Wu stood there, admiring Ah Lai's death with a comfortable smile.

Ah Lai, who had used all his strength, couldn't even dodge this not a sharp blow, but just watched the palm wind get closer and closer to him.

Just as that palm was about to hit him, a figure appeared out of nowhere, completely protecting him in front of him, and the man used his back to catch the palm for him.

"Uh...... Poof!!"

For some reason, Alai's eyes were filled with a cute baby face, and he saw the cute baby face smile at him. Then a mouthful of blood spat out, and the blood splattered in his eyes, staining his eyes red.

But for some reason, his eyes could still clearly see the baby face smiling at him.

"Elder Alai, are you alright...... That's it. ”

Feng Nian said this with the last of his strength, and then his body fell from the air like a kite with a broken string.

Ah Lai's face was covered with blood, and he hurriedly reached out to catch him. But he had no strength, all the spiritual power in his body was used up, and his right hand brushed the fingertips of Feng Nian, but he couldn't hold it......

Ah Lai opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

He'll be fine. ’

Isn't that lovely little monk such a powerful master? ’

Meng Wu was unhappy in his heart, the person who suddenly popped up he knew, was the first place in the whole world competition that year, a little monk named Feng Nian.

He remembered that it was also he who found Shu Shu for Xue Ya's ventilation.

Hmph, if it weren't for this little monk making a hindrance, Xue Ya would have been a dead corpse a long time ago, and he and his little sister would have lived a stable and happy life in Feiyu Mountain.

Since they came, they will die together!!

Meng Wu waved his palms, and the palms of his left and right hands were just aimed at Ah Lai and Feng Nian.

"Since you like heroes, I'll send you on the road together. ”

Both hands were waved out at the same time, and the two palms went towards the two with a nirvana momentum, and if they hit this time, these two people would really die.

Suddenly, two spiritual powers flew out of the crowd, and the two spiritual powers caught the two people who fell in the air.

Then the two flying swords quickly burst out, holding Meng Wu's two palms steadily, Xu is person's cultivation has not yet reached home, and the two flying swords have also been properly beaten into flying ashes.

Meng Wu's brows furrowed, and he was very unhappy with this sudden interruption.

He was about to step forward to make up for it, but he heard a whistling sound in the wind from the side. It was the sound of a sword stabbing at me.

Hmph, there's another hero. It's just right, let's solve it together and send you on the road together. ’

Meng Wu was secretly worried in his heart, and his hands slowly accumulated.

The long sword flying from the side was about to be stabbed, and he suddenly raised his hand and burst into flames. The right hand blocked and grabbed the tip of the sword, and the figure was sent forward, and the left hand directly strangled the neck of the comer.

The goose-yellow figure that originally carried the hope of the whole audience was so powerless to be choked by the throat of fate by the enemy, and those people behind him couldn't help but cheer up, ready to meet another wave of attacks from the Great Demon King, but......

Just when they thought that the girl would be dead in front of them in the next second, they saw the evil king grab the girl's throat and stop there.

What's going on???

At this time, the evil king, who everyone thought was convulsive, looked at the struggling little girl in front of him, and his heart shook, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Xiao Lihua was pinched by him, and the long sword in his hand was gone, and his hands kept slapping the man's arm, coughing constantly.

"Put... Let go~~"

She was a little uncomfortable, and they wouldn't hurt her when she fought with her brothers and sisters in the City of Spirits.

Why are the people outside so fierce, they hurt Niannian and kill themselves. The little girl was so aggrieved that tears poured out at once, and hot tears flowed down and dripped on Meng Wu's arm, finally bringing back his sanity.

He hurriedly let go of his hand, and the long sword he held immediately fell to the ground, and it fell with a sonorous thud.

He raised his hands in the air, looking at the little girl who kept crying, and he was a little overwhelmed.

Finally, he reached out and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

No one saw him, his lips under the mask were trembling, his eyes were red, and his voice was choked.

"My brother was wrong. ”

"You don't, don't cry!!"

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