As everyone ran away, there was also the neighborhood of Qingshui Street that was cleaning up the ruins, but they didn't dare to stop 100 meters away like Yang Lele and others, and ran out of Qingshui Street before daring to stop.

When looking back at Yunlan Mountain, everyone looked like an afterthought.

It was clear that they did not experience the moment of life and death, but they still felt that death slipped past their fingertips like water.

Murong stopped seeing the people of Immortal Sect, and then stopped. He couldn't care about other people stopping here, and didn't want to care about it, but Yang Xi stopped here and he had to take her away.

Murong Chi hurriedly stretched out his hand, grabbed Yang Xi's slender wrist, and pulled her forward two steps with a gentle pull. But he didn't dare to use too much force, he just pulled her with gentle force, and warned: "Xiao Nizi, that is the Seven Profound Realm, the battle can spread to the surrounding kilometers, there is no difference between staying here and looking for death. Go back a little bit with the old man."

"Senior Murong, can you please stop bothering me." Yang Xi twisted his body to his elbow, broke away impatiently, and shook Murong Chi's hand away.

Yang Lele, who was on the side, quickly reached out and pulled Yang Xi to his side, blocking him with his body, trying to scold Murong Chi, but thinking that the other party was in the Profound Realm, he could only give up, and said lightly to Murong Chi: "Murong Chi Senior, you are too nervous, isn't it just the seven Tongxuan."

After that, Yang Lele pushed Yang Xi to Zhao Qing's side, and he blocked Murong Chi's way.

Seeing Yang Lele's indifferent expression and Feng Qingyun's words, Murong Chi secretly smiled in his heart, and said in secret: Really a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

"Not just the seven Tongxuan?" Murong Chi followed Yang Lele's second half of the sentence, and he promised that this should be the worst time Tongxuan was despised.

A Tongxuan Realm is already a ruler in East Lake. The seven Tong Xuan, undoubtedly, are like a big mountain, ordinary two-star forces have to hide away when they see it. Because of his Murong family's power, he dared to say that he was not afraid of the seven Tongxuan realms because of his presence in the Profound Profound Realm.

This can be said from a body refining realm.

It's quite funny!

Just as Murong Chi was about to forcefully pull Yang Xi away, he heard two shouts of anger suddenly coming from the mountainside of Yunlan Mountain, followed by two breaths of the Profound Realm.

"Sect Master, we will help you!"

Qin Shan and Yu Mo arrived in unison.

boom!

The sound of vibrating pulse came.

When the two of Yu Mo approached, Wen Ping said: "Keep around, don't let one go."

Qin Shan nodded Ming Wu.

Ye San saw this scene, the corners of his mouth raised, and a bright smile appeared. He told his subordinates with his lips, "It seems that today's plan has to be changed. Twelfth and thirteenth, you two will face the two friends. Xuan, the rest of them guarded me against Murong Chi, fifteen, go and take the head of Wen Ping's item!"

"Yes!"

The seven nodded at the same time.

And Ye San's name for his subordinates changed Murong Chi's expression. There were still some doubts, but when he saw the knives drawn out by the two people who were heading towards the Immortal Sect Master Profound Realm, he was sure who came.

Digital code!

The weapon is Huangquan Blood Drinking Knife again!

Isn't this the group of lunatics working for money?

Thinking of this, he immediately stood in front of Yang Xi. He definitely won't make a move, even if Wen Ping trades Yang Xi with him, he will not make a move. Biluohuangquan is a lunatic, he doesn't want to provoke him.

At the same time, Yewu had already left for Wen Ping.

The dark red Huangquan Magic Drinking Knife was held in his hand, and his body burst out with the sound of vibration!

"Boy, take your life!"

After a low sip on the fifteenth night, Wen Ping slowly took out the dark fire stick from his waist. Hold both hands in your hands, and try to hold it back and forth to be the most comfortable, as if you are going to face the fifteenth night.

When Yang Lele and the others saw this scene, they immediately smiled and said, "Sect Master actually got on himself today."

Huaiye suddenly pointed at the thing in Wen Ping's hand, and quickly turned around and asked the person next to him, "Hey, what is that!"

"Burning a fire stick!"

"The fire stick made by the lord."

"Sect Master, why are you using the fire stick against the opponent's knife?"

Several people talked endlessly, as if they were watching a play.

Murong Chi saw this scene and immediately smiled helplessly.

The more he looked at this immortal sect, the more funny it became.

Seeing the Tongxuan Realm fight, the disciple didn't run away, but sat a hundred meters away and watched the show. The Sect Master is even more exaggerated, facing Tong Xuan, he actually used his own fire stick? Could it be that in this corner, Huang Quan's blood-drinking knife has no reputation?

At the same time, the battle on the other side began.

Yu Mo cut out more than a dozen white sword lights, pushed away a piece of light dust, and slashed towards Ye Twelve, who was walking towards him, like lightning. The whole person also won, and the sword light flowed into the sword. The sword in his hand is still endless.

Naturally, Qin Shan on the side didn't leave his hand either. He slammed a punch and blasted with a blast, and once again set off a violent wind rushing towards one of the Profound Profound Realm.

This is not over yet. In the next blink of an eye, Qin Shan once again punched out a dozen punches, each of which used ten percent of his Profound-Telling Profound Realm.

The four immediately scuffled together!

But at this moment, a figure suddenly flew out from the crowd, with their eyesight only seeing a black figure passing by.

boom!

The black shadow flew out a hundred meters and fell on the streets of Qingshui Street, lying there without movement.

Snapped!

The sound of Huang Quan's blood-drinking knife falling to the ground came.

Yang Lele saw this scene and immediately shouted, pointing at the burning stick in Wen Ping's hand.

"Burning fire stick! Burning fire stick!"

When Murong Chi saw this scene, he hurriedly rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and after confirming that it was the Tongxuan Realm of the Blue Yellow Spring that was smashed by a stick, he heard Yang Lele and the others shout excitedly.

Yang Xi said in astonishment: "This...a stick directly smashes a Profound Profound Realm! Sect Master is so strong!"

Huanshan looked at each other a few times, and then said, "Didn't the Sect Master say that he did it by himself?"

Huaiye suddenly realized ~www.mtlnovel.com~ the lord must have lied to us, this burning stick must be the burning stick among the immortals. "

"The fire stick is mighty!"

"The fire stick is too awesome!"

Accompanied by the shouts, Ye San rushed to a hundred meters away, touched Ye Fifteen's pulse, and his complexion suddenly became pale.

"Fifteen are dead."

Following his words, several people in Biluohuangquan immediately looked at Wen Ping in astonishment, but more often looked at the "fire stick" in Wen Ping's hand. Hearing the shouts around, Ye San immediately said, "Be careful, the stick in this kid's hand is a very powerful treasure."

The person beside him frowned and asked, "Then what shall we do?"

Relying on decades of experience, Ye San immediately thought of a solution, and told a few people around him with his lips, "This kid doesn't open his veins. It shouldn't be a connection to the Profound Realm. Don't attack him personally. The stick can't hurt us, keep the distance and release the pulse technique, and directly blast his body to pieces!"