Trepidation!

The eagle was wailing, and took over Yang Yu's body. It was under unimaginable huge force, and its steel and iron bones were smashed to pieces.

"What a pity, what a pity. You are too young and you meet me again today. This is really a blessing for me..."

The words came to an abrupt end.

The dark moon Dharma King passed by, and saw the howling cold wind in the battlefield seemed to be inspired by some reason, gradually gathering into a tornado that was dozens of feet high.

Under his gaze, minions, horns, and even pieces of dragon scales grew, turning into a storm dragon at an extremely fast speed.

"Taoism, call the wind."

The Dark Moon Dharma King raised his eyebrows. Before the goshawk, several people had already stood there.

The fifth Jie stood with a sword, protecting Feng Junzi behind him.

Lu Qingting came to the Eagle at the speed of the divine movement. He glanced at him and couldn't help but be shocked. Yang Yu's injuries at this moment were much worse than that of the old monk.

The lightning flashed from time to time, as if it was being roasted. One of the arms drooped, probably broke...

However, after suffering such severe injuries, Yang Yu looked as usual, but he was a little distracted and didn't know what he was thinking.

That's fine. Qin Si, who had checked Yang Yu's injuries, breathed a sigh of relief...

"I have also heard of the reputations of the two people of Xu. It is said that you have mastered one of the four major Confucian schools of the Ming Dynasty, and your disciples are spread all over the prefectures and prefectures?"

The Dark Moon King's eyes moved:

"I'm a little bit proud of my talent..."

Feng Junzi lowered his eyes and whispered, blessing the Taoist technique. Although the battlefield dispersed at this moment, the martial saint's qi and blood were very comparable to those of people, and Taoist technique was still severely controlled.

The fifth Jie was also silent, just holding the sword.

"Forget it, forgot it. All the accounts were killed..."

Before he finished speaking, Dark Moon Dharma King had changed his mind. As soon as he moved his body, he was about to start a sudden attack and kill several people.

Suddenly stop.

"Old monk, who are you going to kill?"

With a 'Click' sound, he continued to break his bones, tilted his head, straightened his spine, and in the horror of several people, Yang Yu slowly walked out.

The aura that had fallen to the bottom of the valley suddenly rose to a high place, even a little better than before the battle!

"Healing Power?!"

The Dark Moon Dharma King's eyes condensed and an astonishing light burst out.

He protected Qin Si, who was pale, and Yang Yu's eyes were very bright, and his heart was very happy for a moment. He felt like he was getting rid of the shackles and regaining himself.

I don’t know when the word “Martial Saint” lies in his heart like a mountain.

It is true that the Book of Life and Death and the Golden Dragon Scissors all seem to have the power to compete with the Martial Saints or even win. However, the former is too expensive, and the latter requires spiritual energy to be sacrificed and refined, which is also a lot of time.

This time he came out of seclusion, found out that the plague demon was one, tested the person behind him, and even fought against the Martial Saint.

In the final analysis, whether it is the Martial Saint or the Ten Capitals, it will not be possible overnight, and he will never leave the gate...

Also prepared.

Qin Si had three jade pendants in his arms. Of course, Qin Si was reluctant to use them, so he spent his time he healing his wounds.

"The will of the Martial Saint is indeed difficult, but..."

A breath of turbid air was exhaled, and Yang Yu stretched his five fingers and gradually became a fist mark:
Chapter completed!