Cheng Yanqiu and the black-clothed master made dozens of moves, only defending and not attacking, faintly dwarfed, Wei Yanchou couldn't help but look forward to the arrival of reinforcements even more, but unfortunately they waited for a long time and came to the reinforcements, but they were not from their side.

The little evil god saw the residence that had been destroyed, his face sank, Fu Chengshuo in order to gain his trust, just the first day he told him all the mechanisms of this secret room, now that the self-destruction mechanism of the secret room has been fully activated, all his research in the cave has come to naught, so how can he not be angry?

A trace of anger ignited in his eyes, he drew out his long sword and stabbed it obliquely, under the attack of the two, Cheng Yanqiu quickly revealed his flaws, the little evil god saw the opportunity and swung his sword away, Cheng Yanqiu ran his footwork under his feet, and narrowly dodged, but was broken by the sharp blade of a trace of red silk.

There was a crack in the red silk, and soon the tearing sound of the cloth sounded along the crack, the red silk suddenly broke from Cheng Yanqiu's hand, Wei Yanchou fell down again, he was startled, dropped the half-broken red silk, turned around to grab the half of the falling half, he reacted very quickly, and caught it back before the red silk fell, Wei Yanchou stopped falling again, but he was a little frightened, and the drums beat in his chest.

Cheng Yanqiu grabbed the red silk, and at the same time, a palm from the black-clothed master behind him also followed, he didn't have time to dodge, so he had to use his back to receive this palm, and instantly spurted out a mouthful of blood forward, making the red silk in his hand more colorful, and the blood dripping from his fingers also quietly fell on Wei Yanchou's face, like a red mole under his eyes, and she became more and more delicate and moving.

Wei Yanqiu looked up in a daze, Cheng Yanqiu didn't have time to wipe the bloodshot at the corner of his mouth, so he fought with the two again, the two knew that he had scruples, so they both came to Hong Aya, Cheng Yanqiu frowned, if he attacked him, he could still dodge, but Hong Yan was fragile, and it could break if he was hurt a little, thus killing Wei Yanchou, he couldn't take risks, he could only retreat step by step.

But this is not a way, there are a few more wounds on his body, Cheng Yanqiu is protecting Wu Xing in his arms and protecting the red silk in his hand, he is really a little powerless, and between his thoughts, he decided to fight hard first and then receive a palm, and pull Wei Yanchou up to talk.

But Wei Yanchou also knows that her martial arts are biased towards the way of assassination, especially good at using beauty and booby-trapping, and her kung fu is not good, even if she goes up, she is not at the same level as the black-clothed master, it will only cause trouble to Cheng Yanqiu and become a burden to him, Cheng Yanqiu is already so difficult to protect a red silk, let alone protect her?

What's more, what if the black-clothed master grabbed her and threatened Cheng Yanqiu? What if she was exchanged for martial arts? It was hard for her to imagine this scene, and she didn't dare to challenge her position in Cheng Yanqiu's heart.

It's enough, Cheng Yanqiu has been injured several times in order to prevent her from falling, if she persists, maybe this inevitable rescue operation will turn into a self-throwing trap and the whole army will be wiped out.

Suddenly, Wei Yan called him in a coquettish voice, and his tactful voice trembled slightly, "Cheng Shusheng, don't forget me!"

Before the words fell, Cheng Yanqiu felt a light in her hand, and when she looked back, Wei Yanchou had already let go of the red silk in her hand, like a fiery red butterfly with folded wings falling to the ground, smashing out a ball of bright color, several sharp iron thorns penetrated her body, and bright blood bubbled out like a stream.

Cheng Yanqiu's eyes were horrified, and he shouted loudly, "Wei Yanchou!"

But the woman in the red veil would not answer him anymore.

Cheng Yanqiu was a little puzzled, Wei Yanchou was an orphan bought by the Holy Sect from elsewhere, he grew up in the training camp since he was a child, and he came to this day step by step, it stands to reason that the disciples who came out of the training camp can climb to a high position, and they all have a common disease, selfishness, they only care about themselves.

Before today, Cheng Yanqiu also thought so, he promoted Wei Yanchou to be the master of the dark hall, firstly, because he was only familiar with Wei Yanchou at that time, and he had met a few times, and secondly, because she was a woman, and she must have her superiority in being able to stand out among many disciples, indeed, Wei Yanchou met all his conjectures, and also managed the dark hall very well.

But now, how could he make such a move that he didn't expect?

Cheng Yanqiu abruptly let go of the red silk in her hand, and the red silk fluttered down and covered Wei Yanchou's body, covering the quiet red mole under her eyes.

Wu Xing was also stunned by this change, when Cheng Yanqiu was in Yang'an, he also said that when she went back, she would go to the dark hall to stay for a while and learn more from Wei Yanchou, why did Wei Yanchou suddenly die?

Wu Xing couldn't help but blame herself in her heart, if she hadn't been arrested by Mr. to save her, Wei Yanchou would not have had an accident, she lowered her eyelashes a little sadly, her dark eyes were open blankly, and there was no light.

The change was only in an instant, and the black-clothed master and the little evil god did not leave them sentimental time, Cheng Yanqiu freed up a hand, and felt that it was much easier to fight, the little evil god had been hiding in Tibet for so many years, but his martial arts did not enter the country much, Cheng Yanqiu wanted to kill him easily, but there was always the black-clothed master next to him.

Cheng Yanqiu picked up the red sleeve knife on the ground and threw it at the little evil god, the little evil god knocked the red sleeve knife away, and was about to step forward again, but found that the half of the red silk at the handle of the red sleeve knife was still in Cheng Yanqiu's hand, Cheng Yanqiu sneered, shook the red silk in his hand, and the red sleeve knife consciously turned around in mid-air and attacked the back of the little evil god, this knife is easy to dodge, but it is easy to be entangled by the red silk of the handle, so he squatted down and rolled on the ground in embarrassment.

Cheng Yanqiu pulled the red silk in his hand down, and the red sleeve knife was quickly withdrawn along the ground, and when he passed the little evil god, the blade as thin as a cicada's wings cut through his pants and went deep into the flesh and blood, the little evil god hissed in pain, stood up and jumped backwards to hide behind the black-clothed master, tore off a piece of clothing and tied it to his leg to stop the bleeding.

The black-clothed master was a little dignified in his heart, although Cheng Yanqiu was injured, his combat power had not diminished at all, and he couldn't help but retreat, in the plan to kill Cheng Yanqiu, countless manpower and financial resources had been spent, but Cheng Yanqiu had passed a few years, and it was still intact, with Cheng Yanqiu here, it was impossible for the Yin Moon Sect to be taken into their pockets, which was harmful to the lord's plan, and since the failure of the altar assassination, the lord had lost hope and trust in Fu Chengshuo, and he should not have continued to help Fu Chengshuo.

But he was a little unwilling, this time the result was much better than before, Cheng Yanqiu had already suffered a lot of injuries, and if he fought for a while, maybe there would be an opportunity to kill him, but the little evil god was also injured, and he refused to help, so he couldn't help a lot, did he have to give up like this?