At this time, the head has not yet emerged, the crescent moon has sunk, the sky is unprecedentedly dark, and the thick snow in the Broken Tiger Gorge is also a piece of darkness.

One of the monks looked aggressive, while the other looked cowering, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

"Today, I will save your life and repay the grace of the rescue" Yang Qing, who was among the monks on both sides, said in a light but firm tone.

In his heart, although Zhong Liyu had rescued him, he was more than the mountain. But after making the decision at this time, I didn't feel much gratitude in my heart. Rather, it was a slight relaxation followed by a deep exhaustion.

As soon as these words came out, whether it was Sun Shifeng and his party or Zhong Liyu's party, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"Help me?" Zhong Liyu smiled freely, shook his head, and then said, "Forget it, don't take your surname again, then Zhongli is really going to die."

"You're going to save him?"

Several monks behind Sun Shifeng said in disbelief, and then laughed, "Haha, you traitor is not afraid of the wind and flashes your tongue!"

"Humph!"

Sun Shifeng's indifferent face swelled with anger, and he snorted heavily in his nose, obviously, Yang Qing's actions made him feel provoked, and the cold and arrogant surname could not tolerate this.

The murderous intent in his eyes loomed, he didn't expect that the helper he was looking for would turn against him, since he was on the opposite side, there was nothing to talk about.

Zhou Tengyun can be said to be the happiest person among the monks, in this case, killing him with the help of others, not only relieves his hatred, but more importantly, there is one less absolute rival who competes with him for the place of outer disciples, which is also what he cares about the most, for this, he can do anything.

"Even if you still have a conscience, but, how can you save a cultivator of the Purple Mansion who refines the body, how can you save it, if you come to accompany the funeral, you should be spared" The young man with an alert face did not speak well.

"If I do it, I will do it!"

Yang Qing was still expressionless, wiping the blood on his mouth casually, and the rejection of the two of them not only did not feel that the other party was righteous, but felt irritable and impatient in his heart.

"You can go!"

Yang Qing drank in his mouth, and then, all the ten Great Returning Pills were in his mouth, and the long stick turned around without a 'woo' and blocked in front of him.

"Run!"

The disciples who had been slightly or seriously injured shouted in panic, and their bodies retreated violently, and they flew into the air.

"Did you escape?"

More than a dozen monks on the other side rose into the air in anger and went in pursuit, and if they were allowed to escape, the trip would be in vain.

One side only cares about fleeing for his life, and the speed of the imperial weapon flying is unprecedentedly fast, and he only dodges the attack, not to fight back, and the defense talismans that have been treasured for a long time have turned into powder under the infusion of the true element.

"Boom!"

Between the bombardment of spells and magic weapons, there was no direction to escape, and the chubby middle-aged deacon escaped the fastest, how dare he look back.

At this time, the monks who were still staying in the canyon were Sun Shifeng, Pang Zeming, and Zhou Tengyun, and on the other side were Yang Qing, Zhong Liyu, and the young man with an alert face.

"Let's go!"

The alert-looking young man shouted angrily, dragging Zhong Liyu to leave. "If they don't leave, they will be driven to extinction!"

Zhong Liyu's face changed, he looked at Yang Qing solemnly, and rose up.

"Hurry up, we'll be able to intercept for a while!"

On the other hand, the killing intent in his eyes was undisguised, and he said it casually, and after glancing at Zhou Tengyun, he got up and chased after him.

"Look for death!"

Sun Shifeng was furious, and instead of looking at the situation of escaping and intercepting in the air, he swung his long sword, and the brilliant golden sword light that was almost a foot allowed to leave his body left his body, and slashed towards Yang Qing with a 'whoosh'.

"Whew!"

Under the golden sword light, the trampled snow flew, and a snowstorm followed.

"Groaning ......"

The roar of the violent dragon and tiger echoed repeatedly in this canyon.

Instantly beastly, the skin is engraved with tiger stripes, demonic red pupils, sharp fangs, and sharp claws.

Tortoiseshell shield starts!

"Click!"

At such a close distance, such an attack, the power of the sword light is full, and when the sword light is shattered, the tortoiseshell shield immediately appears deeply wounded, and if you come again in this position, the tortoiseshell shield will be destroyed.

"Phew!"

Yang Qing's feet were driven backwards by the force on the tortoiseshell shield.

"Hmm, there's still some ability, but that's the end of it!"

This blow was blocked, Sun Shifeng was quite surprised, a faint sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his anger was even stronger.

"Sword Rain!"

The brilliant golden true yuan erupted, filling the surroundings, and with this low shout, it quickly condensed into a golden sword shadow.

The sword shadow is solid, the strength is fierce, and there are nearly a hundred, all of which hang high above Yang Qing's head.

With this posture alone, it is far beyond Zhou Tengyun's shot, Sun Shifeng was completely enraged, and when he came up, it was the strongest blow, and he was bound to kill it with one blow!

Just as the spell was condensing, Yang Qing also moved!

The tortoiseshell shield was held above his head and immediately ......

Sweep through the army!

The power of the whole body surges, and the power that can be used is unreserved.

"Buzz!"

It was just a stick shadow, but it brought up a gust of wind, and the snow was crushed and sunk.

Although the sweeping army has not yet been fully integrated, it can still triple the strength of 20,000 catties, and this blow is 50,000 catties. This is equivalent to the strongest blow in the mid-stage of Fixation.

"Poof!"

The beast doubles the strength and surges the strength of the body, but the veins around the body are still unbearable, and the veins are like wounds, and at this time, they are torn apart again. His lips pursed, but blood spurted out of his nose.

If you don't hurt others, you hurt yourself first!

"Huh!"

For this blow, Sun Shifeng changed color, and the strength that Yang Qing burst out, the spell 'Sword Rain' may not be able to kill him, and if he doesn't resist, he will inevitably die under the stick.

The only way to do this is to give up the condensation spell and turn the sword to intercept it.

The wind mixed with the ice slag and made the robes rattle fiercely.

"Ding!"

The bright sword body is blocked by the side, and the long stick sweeps!

"Peng!"

The sword body was blocked in a hurry, but the long stick came prepared, and Sun Shifeng was whipped out.

"Groaning ......"

The violence in his heart grew fierce, and the medicinal power of the Great Returning Pill spread into his limbs and tried his best to repair it, but he couldn't keep up with the speed of using all his power to destroy the veins.

Converge on your strength and pursue it!

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Taking advantage of this gap, the seventy-two styles of the "Nujiang Stick Method" were unfolded, and each blow was close to 20,000 catties.

Although it only uses the second layer of "Extreme Strength", it is better to have a coherent move, and make the muscles of the whole body take turns to exert force, so that the injuries in the veins are evenly distributed and prevent them from piling up in one place.

"Ahh

Sun Shifeng screamed angrily, he was pressed and beaten when he lost for a while, he was strong, every move and every style could resist the repeated blows of the long stick, but he couldn't fight back for a while.

"Woohoo"

Yang Qing's long stick was fighting faster and faster, his injuries were deepening, and his heart was extremely anxious, what he had to do at this time was to make Sun Shifeng unable to take a chance to resist, delay time for Zhong Liyu, as long as he escaped a few miles away, he would be safe, and the two of them would not be able to kill the two of them alone.

"I can't kill him!"

Yang Qing shouted in his heart, if he increased his strength at this time, so that Sun Shifeng's resistance was slightly sluggish, then he could exert all his strength to exert the stormy waves or the angry river covering the clouds, although he himself would also be too strong, and the veins would be sharply torn apart and seriously injured to death, but there was still a big return pill to hang his life, but he could kill Sun Shifeng, and he himself would not die here.

However, Sun Shifeng is Sun Xinyao's brother after all, he stood on Zhong Liyu's side, which is equivalent to taking the initiative to break up the two, and he is already ashamed of Sun Xinyao.

At this time, the situation can only be delayed.

"Poof!"

No matter how strong the medicinal power of the Great Returning Pill is, it will take a certain amount of time to repair, and Yang Qing feels that he is about to break.

At this time, the people in the air fled and fought again and again, only a mile away from here.

"Whew!"

A talisman turned to ashes in Sun Shifeng's hand, and in the blink of an eye, it looked like a golden hedgehog.

"Woohoo!"

All the spikes shot out in all directions.

There are so many dense and dense ones, and how many can be blocked.

The tortoiseshell shield was summoned again to protect his side.

And the long stick in his right hand didn't dare to defend back, because in that case, Sun Shifeng would catch the opportunity, and once he counterattacked, it was definitely not something he could withstand in such a state.

Swim out of the water!

The body of the stick is pointed out on time, and the rotational force contained in it makes the air wrapped outside form a cone-shaped whirlwind, mixed with white snow, which is very conspicuous.

"Poof, tear!"

The tortoiseshell shield could only protect the vital point, and just as the dragon came out of the water, a brilliant golden spike pierced through the shoulder, and the other spike cut a wound nearly two feet long, extending from one forearm to the shoulder.

The wound was half an inch deep, first it was just a red line, and then it was a roll, drenched in blood.

The loss is that the cultivation of the "Three Yang and Seven Yin" scriptures has made him have a super tolerance for pain, and the brutality of the beast makes him not care about pain.

Yang Qing felt that the transmission of power was hindered, but he had no time to control his muscles to stop the bleeding, and he could only repair himself with the huge medicinal power of the ten Great Returning Pills scattered into his body.

"Ding!"

Sun Shifeng's talisman did not work, and the counterattack he prepared was interrupted, so he could only resist this punctuality.

"Bang!"

At this time, the strength of the punctual point is more than 40,000 catties, even if he goes all out to make a hard connection, it is reluctant, not to mention that in a hurry, his body is planted, and he crashes into the mountain on the side of the canyon.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Qing did not play the strongest blow, but exchanged the tortoiseshell shield with the long stick Wulie, and the seventy-two style routine of the stick method was played again.

"I'm!"

Sun Shifeng was blocked at the rock wall, and the anger in his heart made him look crazy, and he had no chance to exert his strong strength.

"Bang!"

Sensing that he had moved, Yang Qing collided with people and shields.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Or split or sweep or point, or dial or tease.

In just a short moment, Yang Qing felt that he was extremely tired, and the blood in his mouth had never been broken, although there was still a lot of medicinal power in the Great Returning Pill, the injury was still deepening.

"Groaning ......"

The roar of the dragon and the tiger caused the aura of heaven and earth to run rapidly in the veins, assisting the Great Returning Pill to repair the damage around the body.

"Bang!"

Another impact pressed Sun Shifeng's hands under the tortoiseshell shield.

Yang Qing kicked the ground with both feet, his eyes widened, and he used all his strength on the tortoiseshell shield.

"Snort!"

The golden light on his arms and long sword wore away the earthy yellow and broken shield, and Sun Shifeng could only support the shield and no longer squeeze, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to play spells or sword light. His eyes were rolling with anger, and he stared at the dim demonic red pupils, and he was not afraid of the bloodthirsty and violent intent, "What about combat skills, why don't you kill me with combat skills!?"