Yang Zhao's eyes widened, and there was a sound in his throat, it was the qi and blood that were rebellious, and he was about to rush out.

But how could the person who shot it allow him to squirt blood and stain Yun Luan's face, so he snorted, and his figure moved out from behind Yun Luan, and with a swing of his big sleeves, it was brushed on Yang Zhao's face.

"Dispelling evil old man!" After seeing the person's appearance clearly, Lian Yi only felt that her mouth was full of pain, she closed her eyes at this time, and she didn't know what to do, she just lay on Yang Zhao's back and muttered: "Yang Zhao, why are you stupid to send to death...... It's really over this time!"

The dress is depressed on one side, but the old man who dispels evil is on the other side.

His big sleeves brushed Yang Zhao's face, but the things he touched were so strange, judging from his hundreds of years of experience, what kind of head was this, it was clearly a sword!

A sword on the head?

No matter how rich the experience of this old man is in dispelling evil spirits, he can't help but be stunned at this time, at this time, under the big sleeve, the impact of dozens of waves of True Yuan Aura slammed up, this impact came so fast, dozens of waves of True Breath almost merged into a strand, but each wave gave birth to different changes, and the layers were clear.

The old man in black was unprepared, and he was rushed by this extremely subtle strength, and a long slit had been torn on his sleeve.

And when he tried to do it again, a vague and deep latent energy had pressed on his chest, and he spit out slightly.

This is exactly the gap when his old power has been extinguished and his new power has not been born, this sword intent is not strong, but it is extremely damaged.

Although the sword intent did not break his body's true breath, in the time of a touch, it pulled the already unstable qi in his body, and it was tight and loose.

The old man is anxious to protect his body. But unexpectedly, there was such a change, just like putting a small pebble under the high-marching wheels, an imbalance, and the true breath was out of control, which was equivalent to giving himself a slap, making him snort lowly, and his body couldn't help but suffocate.

Under such circumstances, Yang Zhao, who had been judged to be about to die, laughed and turned his body again. Under everyone's incredulous gaze. Carrying the jumpsuit on her back, she easily walked behind Yun Luan, and in her panicked screams, more than ten swords in a row lightly pressed the Void Sword against Yun Luan's powdered back.

In the time he came out of his palm. Yun Luan's body didn't know how many colorful lights lit up. But under Yang Zhao's peculiar sword intent. But it didn't work at all, she screamed endlessly, and her body was limp and collapsed. It happened to fall into Yang Zhao's arms.

The audience was stunned.

The tall old man dressed in black was perhaps the most experienced one among all the people present, his fat face twitched, staring at Yang Zhao's slightly pale face, and he stammered a little after a while, "How many swords do you have?"

After a pause, he also found that this was too inexplicable, and changed it to: "How did you survive?"

Yang Zhao's arms wrapped around Yun Luan's white and tender neck, making her entire pink back close to herself.

This Yunluan's slightly warm skin is full of the allure of the opposite sex, but now, Yang Zhao really has no taste.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood half-truthfully, and Yun Luan's clothes were still inevitably stained.

Yang Zhao could hear that her breathing was much heavier, and it was obvious that she was in a very bad mood, and even the jumpsuit began to snore and get lucky.

And in the face of the old man's question, Yang Zhao pursed his lips and made a gesture of being too lazy to answer you, but the truth is that he can't say it at all!

Does he want to reply that Lao Tzu used the kung fu of sword intent transformation to block a blow through the chest, and then used the forbidden technique to make you ugly?

The impact of the sword qi, as well as the backlash caused by the distraction of using that forbidden technique, made his body have some problems with the current situation, but thanks to the abundant vitality fed back by the purple void, he was still able to stand here with full energy.

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on him, the white-clothed Xiushi, as well as the old man who dispelled evil spirits, and even the rest of the demons were staring at him with that bright gaze, which seemed to be a hundred times sharper than any weapon in the world!

There were one or two Extraterrestrial Demons standing beside Yang Zhao who wanted to move behind him, but they were stopped by the white-clothed Xiushi with his eyes.

"Brother Dao, this is a wise decision!"

Yang Zhao is obviously a little ashamed, if he is based on age, then the white-clothed Xiushi is estimated to be his ancestor, but now with Yang Zhao's strength and the chips in his hand, he is fully qualified to be on an equal footing with this person.

The arm around Yun Luan's neck did not move, but his palm was raised, and he gently rubbed Yun Luan's face with his thumb, feeling her slippery skin, and also conveying some ominous signs.

The air around Yang Zhao froze suddenly.

If the distance between him and Yun Luan was a little larger, he and Lianyi would definitely be smashed to pieces alive by the volley true yuan of the white-clothed Xiushi and the others!

In this situation, Yang Zhao's face was full of indifference, it was the first time he treated a strong person with this attitude, it was like walking on the edge of a cliff, which was both dangerous and indescribably stimulating. This feels good!

He raised his other hand, his five fingers were stretched, without any emotion, and shouted to the demons in front of the palace: "Give you five breaths of time to consider, either let her die, or let her die with us!"

He didn't explain what he wanted the white-clothed Xiushi and others to consider, and it was precisely because of this that he could confuse these people's thinking and enable him to grasp more initiative.

These people only need to understand that in order to save Yun Luan's life, they must do something that satisfies him!

Then, he began to count, from one to five, neither fast nor slow, but in this talisman-like sound, it made those extraterrestrial demons who had an absolute advantage in strength also lower their arrogant heads in an instant.

"Get out of the way!" the white-clothed Xiushi beckoned the demons to retreat as he retreated into the distance, and when he moved, the others would follow.

The rest of the demons were better, they just glanced at Yang Zhao coldly and drifted back, but the face of the old man who dispelled evil was mixed with confusion and humiliation, and was covered with a layer of cold murderous aura, he stared at Yang Zhao deadly, and never moved half a step under his feet.

Yang Zhao and the dress glanced at each other and smiled at her. He leaned forward, so that his head naturally rested on Yun Luan's shoulder, and his face was close to Yun Luan's face, and he could feel that at this moment, the temperature of the other party's skin was first hot, and then cold.

No need to speak, that's the best threat

Looking at Yang Zhaohe's mocking gaze, the old man gritted his teeth and retreated. Yang Zhao also straightened up. However, as he moved, he felt Yun Luan desperately deflect his eyes and throw a fierce glance at him.

Of course. on this. Yang Zhao didn't take it to heart.

He held Yun Luan. Slowly retreating to the back, Yang Zhao's reaction could be seen at this time, he was worthy of being an excellent disciple of the Taixu Sect. Although it was the first time he had done this to kidnap and coerce people, he was extremely skilled in dealing with it.

As early as when Yang Zhao restrained Yun Luan, she began to carefully arrange witch spirit stingers around her, and when the other party threw a mouse trap, she moved those witch spirit stingers to the side and back, so that they could use the witch spirit stinger as a shield, and they could effectively escape!

Yang Zhao felt this, and also smiled slightly in his heart, of course they didn't know that it was because of this clever move that those demons outside the world began to be even more frightened.

And Yang Zhao would never think that with Yunluan as a hostage, he would be able to get out safely, after all, this is the territory of those demons outside the world, even if he has a powerful hole card, but if he has a seriously injured dress, it is impossible to escape, and now it is naturally different.

Without him having to bother, Yang Zhao put on his clothes and kept the same pace with that Yunluan, gradually distancing himself from those people who were outside the world.

But don't get too far away, otherwise it will cause the opponent to attack nervously.

When the two sides were separated by a distance of nearly 100 zhang, Yang Zhao threatened that Yun Luan had come to the gate of the palace, separating the other party's sight, and then he stopped and prepared for the next step of negotiation.

Just as he was about to speak, a light that bordered on absurdity flashed across his eyes, a light that was almost out of control, and this sudden impulse broke away from his reason, and in this moment he controlled his thoughts, so that without hesitation, he began to hide to his side.

Sure enough, a dark shadow came, and before he could stretch out an arm, then there were sparks and a cloud of exploding blood mist, mixed with a few drops of silver-gray liquid.

At the same time, even earlier, several black shadow assassins who followed closely behind Yang Zhao also turned over without snorting, the scene was by no means violent, but it was chilling.

Yang Zhao snorted miserably, his body involuntarily fell forward, and his clothes were lying on his back.

At this time, he instinctively wanted to grab the hostage in front of him, but the muscles of his whole body did not obey him, as if they were all frozen, and his whole body was petrified, and he couldn't even figure out whether it was a bad reality or a ridiculous illusion.

However, fortunately, the moment he was next to the ground, all the feelings and control power returned, and he didn't want to think about it, he turned over on the spot, blocked Yun Luan on his body, and shouted loudly: "Stop!"

Sure enough, it was quiet.

At this time, three feet in front of Yang Zhao, there were at least five flickering swords, without skin touch, just the cold light on it almost made his blood freeze, and his skin was even more painful as tearing.

Yang Zhao was so stabbed by the sword that he couldn't open his eyes, he couldn't see what characters were around him at all, he worked hard to mobilize his muscles, and finally formed an ugly smile on his face: "Please step back a little, how about it?"

After saying this, he seemed to have used up his last strength, collapsed on the ground and gasped for breath, even his eyes were closed, and his clothes were lying on the ground, but fortunately there was a witch spirit stinger to warn, if not......

Thinking of this, Yang Zhao was secretly frightened, so the arm that locked Yun Luan's throat was still like an iron hoop, and he didn't relax in the slightest.

And Yun Luan was stunned by this series of impacts, and felt that Yang Zhao's arms were even tighter, and he couldn't speak, he only felt stuffy in his throat and chest, and his face turned even paler. (To be continued......)