Chapter Twenty-Five: The Nether Pawn

In the face of the attack launched by this Netherworld Demon Pawn, Yun Qingyang was helpless and had no way to deal with it.

There is no way to even one, and there is no way to face the remaining three.

"Damn, it's so powerful. Yun Qingyang opened his mouth and scolded.

Yun Qingyang, who slowly fell into the downwind, began to have problems with his physical strength, and was kicked out by the Netherdemon Pawn.

After spinning from the air for a week, Yun Qingyang fell into the grass in the distance like a kite with a broken string.

Thanks to the soft grass as a foreshadowing, Yun Qingyang's injuries did not worsen.

After adjusting for a while, Yun Qingyang did not rush out recklessly, and quietly hid in the grass.

Unaware of Yun Qingyang's location, the Nether Demon Pawn rushed towards the grass.

Seeing that the Netherworld Demon Pawn was coming, Yun Qingyang clenched the Flowing Cloud Blade in his hand and suddenly jumped out to attack.

I saw Yun Qingyang straighten up the Flowing Cloud Blade and stab at the Netherworld Demon Pawn who came from the impact.

In an instant, Yun Qingyang stabbed the unsuspecting Nether Demon Pawn fiercely.

Yun Qingyang never expected that when the Flowing Cloud Blade in his hand pierced into the chest of the Nether Demon Pawn, he would not be able to pull it out.

After trying everything he could, no matter what, there was still no progress, and the Nether Demon Pawn felt no pain at all, as if he had never been harmed.

Seeing that Yun Qingyang had no weapon in his hand, the Netherworld Demon Pawn raised the red long sword in his hand and slashed towards Yun Qingyang.

Yun Qingyang no longer paid attention to the Flowing Cloud Blade that could not be pulled out, and flipped backwards to dodge.

Yun Qingyang, who was dodging in a hurry, kept dodging backwards, while the Netherworld Demon Pawn kept rushing forward, not giving Yun Qingyang a chance to breathe at all.

Yun Qingyang knew in his heart that if he dragged on like this, he would die here sooner or later.

"No, you have to try to fight back. Foxfall stood in a safe area not far away and reminded.

"If I had a chance to fight back, it wouldn't be so embarrassing. Yun Qingyang gasped and said.

Fox Luoluo, who couldn't help at all, was very anxious at this time, and if he didn't add to the chaos, it would be considered help.

Suddenly, due to the constant back and forth dodging, Yun Qingyang had a serious loss of physical strength, and he couldn't stabilize his mother for a while.

Seizing this opportunity, the Nether Demon Pawn stabbed Yun Qingyang's abdomen with a sword.

Fortunately, Yun Qingyang's reaction was sensitive, and his hands tightly grasped the stabbing red long sword, and his palms were instantly dripping with blood, flowing on the sword body.

Since the Nether Demon Pawn had a great advantage in strength, Yun Qingyang kept retreating, and thought of stalemate with him for a while.

In the confrontation between the two of them, the Netherworld Demon Pawn roared angrily, and his strength instantly increased several times, and Yun Qingyang, who was already not taking advantage, instantly entered a disadvantage and entered a dangerous situation.

Just as the red long sword was about to stab him in the abdomen, Yun Qingyang ignored the injury on his hand and held the sword body tightly, preventing it from continuing to approach.

Both sides are determined to win, and neither is willing to unload first.

After a moment of stalemate, Yun Qingyang was immediately defeated, but he still refused to let go, and was pushed back by the powerful Netherdemon pawn.

After sliding out for a few meters, Yun Qingyang slammed into a stout tree.

Yun Qingyang, who struggled to resist, was still pierced in the abdomen, and was tightly pressed against the tree by the red long sword.

"Ah!" Yun Qingyang let out a miserable scream, blood flowed down the wound, and the chest that had been slashed before instantly stained the clothes on his body red.

Seeing the terrible injury, the frightened Fox Fall screamed, attracting the attention of the Nether Demon Pawn.

Hearing Fox Luoluo's scream, the Nether Demon Pawns remembered the purpose of their trip and prepared to kill Fox Luoluo.

After the Netherworld Demon Pawn who beat Yun Qingyang to the falling flowers and flowing water, he easily pulled out the red long sword that pierced Yun Qingyang's body, and walked straight towards the fox like a zombie.

The moment he pulled out the red long sword, Yun Qingyang immediately fell to the ground.

Because Yun Qingyang's body was strong, he was not threatened by his life, but he was still very painful after being injured so severely.

At this time, Yun Qingyang tried to stand up, but as soon as he tried hard, his abdomen was extremely painful, and the first attempt was unsuccessful, and Yun Qingyang knelt on the ground.

Yun Qingyang, who was kneeling on the ground, once again deeply realized how small his strength was.

I didn't master the Flame Martial Spirit before, so I naturally felt that my strength was weak, and now I have successfully mastered the Flame Martial Spirit, but it still hasn't changed at all, and I am still helpless.

Fox Luoluo hid in the distance, shouting loudly to ask about Yun Qingyang's injury: "Your injury is okay." ”

At this time, Yun Qingyang lowered his head, and said with unwilling tears in his eyes: "This injury is not painful at all, what hurts is my powerless heart, if I can improve my strength, I will never give up." ”

Yun Qingyang swore in his heart that he would never lose to anyone again from now on.

At this time, an old man in a white robe, who was looking down on everything on the top of the mountain in the distance, said with his beard: "Sometimes I can cry when I want to cry, which can be regarded as a kind of strength." ”

Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Yun Qingyang worked hard to get up.

Seeing that the Netherworld Demon Pawn was walking towards the fox fall, Yun Qingyang immediately shouted loudly: "Senior sister, go quickly!"

The panicked fox Luoluo heard Yun Qingyang's words and immediately ran towards the rear.

At this time, the other three Nether Demon Pawns also rushed over, preparing to join forces to kill Fox Luoluo.

"If you dare to let Fox Luoluo shed a drop of blood, I will definitely kill you!" Yun Qingyang roared angrily.

The four Nether Demon Pawns ignored Yun Qingyang and continued to walk towards Fox Luoluo.

Wanting to protect the weak fox Luoluo, Yun Qingyang roared like madness and turned into a ball of flame and disappeared in place.

At this time, the Netherworld Demon Pawn is already close in front of him, and he can kill the fox with a raised hand.

Fox Luoluo began to get scared and began to scream.

Just as one of the Nether Demon Pawns raised the red sword in his hand, he was ready to stab Fox Luoluo.

At this critical moment, Yun Qingyang suddenly appeared behind him and pulled the fox in crisis behind him.

Facing the stabbing red long sword, Yun Qingyang deflected the sword body with one punch, and the sword kicked out.

The other three Nether Demon Pawns behind him also rushed over, stabbing at Yun Qingyang who was in the way with the same red long sword.

If it weren't for Yun Qingyang's sudden rescue, the fox at this time would have already returned to the sky.

Facing the powerful Netherworld Demon Pawn who rushed over, Yun Qingyang did not panic, half-knelt on the ground, touched the ground with both hands, and roared calmly.

"Flame Barrier!"

In an instant, a magnificent and majestic flame rose from the ground, burning with a raging fire.

In the face of such a high temperature wall of fire, the three Nether Demon Pawns were not stupid, and did not rush in recklessly, but stopped their steps and stood in place.

Successfully blocking the Netherworld Demon Pawn, Yun Qingyang turned to the fox and ordered, "You hurry up and run back to the sect and ask for support." ”

Hearing Yun Qingyang's order, Hu Luoluo ran in the direction of Kunlun Divine Sect very obediently.

Yun Qingyang's purpose was not to really move the rescuers, but to be afraid that the fox would be coerced and affect himself.