Fu Yan had already sat up cross-legged at this moment, his eyes were closed, and his face was still pale due to excessive blood loss.

Cold Poison collapsed and quickly retracted to his left arm, his body returning to its pre-poison state.

But he still didn't wake up.

The purple internal force continued to wash the injured meridians, and the internal force in the dantian continued to accumulate, almost surging out.

The old gentleman hurriedly said, "You can stop the blood transfusion!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly pulled out the needle in Gu Jing's arm and bandaged the needle for her.

Gu Jing's face was pale, and he was about to speak, when his body suddenly weakened and fell straight back.

Luo Xi helped her, looked down, and saw Gu Jing bleeding from his mouth and nose, obviously the situation was very bad.

The right hand became a palm, and an internal force slowly entered Gu Jing's body, nourishing her weak body.

And here, He Wenyue looked at Fu Yan with a thick smile, the little handsome guy seemed to be a little more handsome, but it seemed that he couldn't change his sad experience.

Isn't this the same as when I was the same?

She shook her head and said softly: "Commander Nangong, Tie Gui Li's words still count, I will block it for you with a knife, and the rest is up to you." ”

Nangong Yang said in a deep voice: "Yes!"

She smiled again: "Don't hurt my little handsome guy!"

Nangong Yang was stunned, and after a closer look, there were two old men, a man and two women, and a few subordinates, and the only one who could be regarded as a handsome guy was the injured young man.

He nodded slightly, and was about to head towards Gu Jing.

The old Taoist priest hurriedly said: "The cold poison has been made, the internal injuries have recovered, and if you don't wake up yet, when will you wait?"

Fu Yan's body trembled, and there was still no movement, not that he was unwilling to get up, but that the internal force of the dantian couldn't stop at all, constantly colliding in his body, and he was extremely violent.

He must suppress the fury of his internal forces, otherwise he is in danger of going mad.

And at this moment, a voice suddenly came from a distance: "The old man is late, please forgive the young lady!"

With the sound, a vague figure suddenly appeared on the roof in the distance, and the black light flashed all over his body, and the internal force was released, setting off gusts of wind and waves.

He Wenyue's face changed, and she exclaimed, "Grandmaster Master!"

She shouted, "Quick! Do it now! There's still a chance!"

Of course, Nangong Yang knew this truth, and the palm in his hand was full of strength, and he suddenly withdrew and slapped it with all his strength, flying away the elite children of the Luo family.

The old Taoist priest was in a hurry, and hurriedly said: "Little friend, don't wake up yet, regret it for life!"

As soon as these words came out, Nangong Yang's figure was faster, and the palm power had already arrived, Luo Xi tightly protected Gu Jing behind him, ready to block a palm for her at any time!

She hadn't given it much thought, but she had decided to do it!

Although she didn't know each other, she had to save her even if she risked the crisis of life and death to transfuse Fu Ren's blood!

Because she already thinks of her as a friend!

Because she feels that Gu Jing is very similar to herself!

But she couldn't say exactly what it looked like.

Feelings are inherently delicate, and inexplicable feelings may affect a person more and govern the person's behavior.

"Dog thief, stop! Hurt my young lady's life, I will make your life worse than death!" The black shadow flickered again and again, but after all, it was not as fast as Nangong Yang's palm.

Hou Xubai had already stabbed several times in a row, but they were all blocked by He Wenyue.

He is even more worried about Luo Xi's safety, this little girl is mature by herself, and the relationship between the two is also a teacher and a friend.

Gu Jing looked ahead weakly, knowing that his time of death had come, he took a deep look at Fu Yan, suddenly took out the handkerchief in his clothes, wrote a few blood words with a brush, held it tightly in his hand, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The wind is howling, and the palm power has arrived.

And at this moment, Fu Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils instantly revealed two purple rays, and a powerful momentum suddenly surged out from his inner body.

The next moment, his figure was no longer there!

A purple mangqi came out of nowhere, tearing through the sky and blocking all of Nangong Yang's palm power.

The wind blew Gu Jing and Luo Xi's long hair and blew their clothes.

Gu Jing snorted lightly, suddenly opened her eyes, and looked forward, only to see a majestic figure standing in front of her.

Upper body**, left arm is pitch black, covered with scars, black hair is fluttering, and purple light is all over the body. This figure was like a towering mountain, completely blocking Nangong Yang's figure, and suddenly quieting her heart.

"Brother Fu!" Gu Jing burst into tears, his hands couldn't help but loosen, and he suddenly rushed towards Fu Yan.

At this time, the black shadow in the distance happened to feel it, and grabbed Gu Jing and protected her behind him.

It was a thin old man with gray hair and sharp eyes. He suddenly half-knelt on the ground and said loudly: "Miss, it's too late for old decay!"

Gu Jing sighed and said softly, "Uncle Li, I want to go home." ”

Fu Yan turned his head slowly, and suddenly saw the soft Bai Juan on the ground, and the big characters written in blood on it looked quite hideous, exactly: "Help him detoxify, although he has no regrets in death." ”

He was silent, lowered his head, and was a little afraid to look into Gu Jing's eyes.

Soon, he suddenly turned around, his eyes fixed on Nangong Yang.

Nangong Yang was a little flustered, he couldn't see Fu Yan's realm clearly, and at this moment, when the grandmaster-level master arrived, he had already retreated.

Fu Yan's face was expressionless, the purple light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a condensed voice: "The sword is coming!"

His right hand was raised slightly, and his palm was filled with purple light.

In the distance, the Wind Breaking Sword lying on the ground suddenly trembled, let out an earth-shattering roar, purple light shot out, and suddenly flew towards Fu Yan's hand.

Fu Yanyi grasped the Wind Breaking Sword and took a step forward, and an unparalleled momentum surged out of his body.

The purple qi of the whole body is surging, the internal force is constantly released, the sword intent is rushing into the sky, and the floor under his feet is forcibly split.

The old Taoist priest was pleasantly surprised: "After the catastrophe, there is really a creation, little friend, congratulations on Jingjin!"

Nangong Yang slowly retreated, trying his best to take precautions, and here, Hou Xubai and He Wenyue also stopped and looked at this side.

"You can't go. Fu Remnant's face was expressionless and said lightly.

Nangong Yang had no fighting spirit at the moment, he just wanted to run away, and hurriedly looked back at Suzaku.

I saw that He Wenyue was still smiling, without the slightest panic, she smiled and said: "Little handsome guy, I haven't seen you for two years, I thought you were dead!"

Fu Yan glanced at her and said, "When I kill him, I'll catch up with you." ”

He Wenyue giggled and said, "It seems that you still remember me!, but no matter how much you change, you can't kill a person who is at the peak of the transformation realm, believe in my sister!"

"Really?" Fu Yan said softly, as if asking himself, and in his eyes, the killing intent was already rushing straight into the sky.

Gu Jing donated blood for him, and he wanted to avenge her!

This man will die today!

Fu Yan said: "Will you make a move?"

Naturally, he asked what he asked about the moon.

And He Wenyue said with a smile: "If the two grandmasters don't do it, how can my sister make a move on you!"

"Good. Fu Yan nodded, and the figure suddenly disappeared in place.

In the dark night, a purple light flashed, and the long sword was vertical and horizontal, heading straight towards Nangong Yang.

"It's still fast!" He Wenyue was surprised in her eyes.

But Nangong Yang breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the grandmaster didn't make a move, he wouldn't be afraid!

Although the person in front of him is also a young master, he is not a commonplace after all.

Defeat the enemy across levels, not everyone can do it!

He was sure that Fu Yan would definitely not reach the peak of the Transformation Realm, and at this age, no one could reach the peak of the Transformation Realm! It's just that his internal strength fluctuated too much, and he couldn't see the realm clearly.

He directly faced Fu Remnant, his palms came out, the internal force gushed, and his hands directly clamped Fu Remnant's Wind Breaking Wind Long Sword.

Fu Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, his face was expressionless, his right hand shook, purple light flashed, and the long sword suddenly spun up. Forcing Nangong Yang's hands away, a spiral sword suddenly headed towards his chest.

The long sword spun rapidly, rolling up the flow of the sky, and the purple rays were vertical and horizontal, and its shape was like a screw, almost impossible to parry.

This move is called the Purple Void Sword Vortex, and the rotating long sword brings up the sword, which is extremely difficult to perform, which is different from the Purple Void Sword Umbrella, and is a powerful killing move.

Nangong Yang knew it very well, his hands were immediately withdrawn, the figure took a few steps back, and a powerful air flow gushed out from his body, surging towards the Purple Void Sword.

But how could the loose internal force be against the spinning sword? Almost instantly, the sword broke through the internal force and plunged straight into his chest.

At the moment of life and death, Nangong Yang clenched his fist with his right hand, and simply did not use the palm technique, he fought hard with pure internal force, and slammed into the sword.

The sound of gold and iron clashing resounded through the heavens and the earth, and Fu Yan took a few steps back before he stabilized his figure. Nangong Yang looked at his bleeding fist, and sneered in his heart.

"Brother Fu, forget it, don't fight, we're all alive!" Gu Jing said softly, at this moment, she was sitting cross-legged on the ground, receiving the healing of that Uncle Li.

But Fu Yan must kill this person!

If he was a few seconds late, Gu Jing would have died here!

Fu Yan didn't dare to imagine the picture of her spilling blood in front of him, every time he thought of this, his heart was like a knife.

He understood that there was a realm difference between himself and this person, and it would be difficult to defeat the enemy across the ranks, let alone keep him.

So Fu Yan plans to use that trick!

I am no longer what I used to be, and my internal strength is violent at the moment, so it is better to use that trick!

He sat abruptly on the ground, his sword in front of him, his eyes closed.

In fact, he still couldn't use this trick as he wanted, and he could only feel it temporarily.

Nangong Yang stood in place and looked at Fu Yan, his face showing contempt, he was not afraid at all at the moment.

The grandmaster-level master has the Vermilion Bird to resist, and the person in front of him is just a mere one, obviously unable to help himself.

"What is he doing?" He Wenyue's eyes were full of brilliance, she couldn't imagine that Fu Yan, who hadn't seen her for two years, would have such a high level of strength.

Back then, he was just a small character at the peak of the Ming Realm, and he only broke through to the Dark Realm when Shen Baizhong came, but now two years later, he is already a master of the Transformation Realm!

Such a terrifying cultivation speed was almost unheard of for her.

Is it because of his bloodline? Because he is Fu Hanfeng's son?

He Wenyue smiled, she didn't believe this bullshit theory. But her curiosity about Fu Yan is getting heavier and heavier, what has she experienced in two years to improve so fast?

Is it because of poisoning? So why is he sitting cross-legged at this moment, when he is clearly killing in the sky?

She felt that something was wrong, but her heart was more and more looking forward to what would happen next.

Fu Remnant once again entered a realm of selflessness, and more than 100 words of "The Remnants of the Wild Sword" were constantly combined in his mind, constantly disintegrated, and turned into a shocking sword.

The nine-style sword moves were suddenly combined, turned over and over, without repeating, and finally returned to the first style.

Hou Xubai's face changed greatly, and he said in horror: "This is the Qi of Heaven?"

He Wenyue frowned, and hurriedly stared at it, only to see a trace of white smoke coming out of Fu Yan's head, constantly hovering in the air.

Her face was solemn like never before, her eyes were shining, and she sighed, "Sure enough, it's the breath of heaven!"

And Uncle Li, who is healing Gu Jing's injuries here, is also thoughtful, the qi of Tianhe is gathered above his head, there are only two possibilities!

One is that this person is a person of Tianhe, and when he is fully engaged in internal force, there is white smoke hanging above his head.

The second is that this person is brewing an amazing martial art beyond his own realm, and only then will there be unreasonable white smoke!

None of them knew which kind Fu Remnant belonged to, and they began to look forward to it.

At this moment, the white smoke above Fu Yan's head suddenly turned, and it slowly drifted towards the sky, and a puff of white smoke above his head came out again, connecting upwards, forming a white pillar of smoke.

He Wenyue was shocked: "This, how is this possible? Tianhe Bridge! This is impossible!"

Hou Xubai swallowed his saliva and said, "Tianhe Bridge, master, what you said is true!

There is only one circumstance, and that is that the people of Tianhe are about to use forbidden techniques that cross their own realm!

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and Fu Yan suddenly opened his eyes!

The white smoke above his head disappeared as if it were a trick.

"What the hell are you doing?" Nangong Yang frowned, and couldn't help but shout, faintly uneasy in his heart.

Fu Xuan's eyes were deep, and he said in a condensed voice: "The first sword of the Remnant Sword Technique-Shadowless Sword!"

As he spoke, he drew his long sword in his right hand, and his figure suddenly stood up, and the whole person shook as if he had been evil.

And as his body swayed, the long sword drew an unparalleled arc in mid-air!

This twisted and twisted, strange arc seems to be frozen in the air, a rough look is not extraordinary, but a closer look, but found that every part of this arc exudes a thrilling peerless edge!

"This arc!" Uncle Li frowned, his eyes were full of solemnity!

Fu Yan's body suddenly stood up straight, and a sword intent surged out wildly, and that arc suddenly emitted an earth-shattering purple light! The stone slabs on the street under his feet shattered one after another, and the earth was concave.

Nangong Yang's heart became more and more uneasy, and suddenly his body turned, and he actually dodged and fled.

With a finger of Fu Yan's long sword, the arc suddenly roared out, and the speed was extremely fast, directly catching up with Nangong Yang.

Nangong Yang roared, and the internal force of his whole body was running to the extreme, and he threw several punches one after another. And a few golden rainbow fist shadows were twisted to pieces as soon as they touched the arc.

He was terrified, mobilized his internal strength and slapped him desperately, and a roar came out, and it stopped abruptly.

The arc passed through his body, shooting far away, and finally disappeared between heaven and earth.

And Nangong Yang suddenly cracked all over his body and turned into a pool of flesh and blood.