Chapter 40: : Hurt my disciple, die!

　　 "I'm not talking nonsense, I'm so clear!" Zi Liuli was so angry.
　　 Yuqiong was unmoved, and said indifferently: "Grab the kid."
"Yes!"
The two female disciples next to 　　 walked up towards Ye Wenlong.
　　 "Stop it!" Zi Liuli shouted, drew a sword and rushed over, blocking the two female disciples.
　　 "I said, he saved me, you are not qualified to catch him!" Zi Liuli shouted, while constantly urging Ye Wenlong: "Go!"
　　 "Sure enough, the poisoning is not shallow, Deacon Liu, knocked Liuli stunned and took him home, let Elder Xue detox her." Yu Qiong said calmly.
　　 "Yes!" The purple-clothed woman next to her flicked her finger, and a burst of infuriating energy ejected from her fingers, accurately hitting Zi Liuli's wrist.
　　 Zi Liuli screamed, and the long sword in his hand shot out.
　　 Deacon Liu rushed forward, cutting Zi Liuli with a knife and knocking her out.
　　 "Take her back." Yuqiong said without changing her face.
　　 "Yes!" Deacon Liu put Zi Liuli behind, two more female disciples walked out, put Xiao Qing and Ye Wenxue unconscious on the grass on their backs, and the three left.
　　 Now, there are only eight people present.
　　 Ye Wenlong glanced across the eight people, quickly calculating various ways of escape in his mind.
　　 There are seven Saintess Sect members in front of him, Yuqiong is the foundation building, and six others are in the Qi training realm. They are all practicing Qi in eight levels and nine layers, and there is a foundation building sword repairer behind.
　　 is facing such a dangerous situation, except for being taken away, it seems that there is no other end.
After 　　 Zi Liuli was taken back, two female disciples came up to him and got closer and closer.
　　 Countless thoughts flashed in Ye Wenlong's mind.
　　 At this moment, he suddenly thought of Lin Hao's words.
　　 "On the journey of cultivating immortals, there is no smooth sailing! Those who make great things will all go through nine deaths!"
　　 The moment the two female disciples from the opposite side approached each other, Ye Wenlong held his sword on the hilt.
　　 The young man with a sword on the tree behind suddenly frowned, and subconsciously shouted, "Go back!"
　　 "Choke!"
That's too late!
　　 I saw a sword light that was condensed to the extreme, flashing in front of everyone's eyes, and only felt a flower in front of them.
　　 "Huh! Huh!"
　　 Two heads flew up!
　　 One sword, kill two people!
　　 The bright red blood splashed down, and the two female disciples were in a different place before they could react.
"what!"
　　 Yuqiong was shocked.
　　 The two female disciples who went up just now are all elite disciples at the eighth level of Qi training. This young man is just an ordinary warrior. How can he not be able to catch him with a single sword?
　　 Ye Wenlong is not in love, taking advantage of the opponent's lack of focus, without hesitation at his feet, he turned and flew towards the distance.
　　 "Want to escape?" Yu Qiong was furious, stepped on the ground, the surface made an explosion, and the whole person rushed out.
　　On the way to the person, Yu Qiong slapped a real heart palm in the air and slapped Ye Wenlong hard.
　　 "Die thief!"
　　 Ye Wenlong twisted his body forcibly, trying to dodge, but suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in front of him, his whole body got goose bumps, and he hurried back.
　　 "Choke!"
　　 A sword mark appeared in front of him.
　　 Seeing Ye Wenlong avoiding his own sword, Sun Jian's eyebrows flashed in surprise, his brows frowned slightly, and he seemed to be very dissatisfied with his previous sword.
　　 After avoiding a sword, Ye Wenlong could no longer dodge the infuriating palm behind him. He was directly stamped on the back with a palm.
　　 "Boom!"
Ye Wenlong's clothes were completely pierced, a big hole appeared in the clothes on his chest, and the word "slave" appeared on his chest. He immediately spurted blood and flew forward with his head up, hitting the bushes in front of him. A deep mark was made on the ground.
　　 Ye Wenlong supported the ground with both hands. He wanted to stand up, but he could hold it halfway, but fell down again, unable to get up again.
　　 "Sure enough...Is it still a failure?" Ye Wenlong spouted blood again, his breath languishing.
　　 Although it was a palm in the air, Yu Qiong was a foundation-building monk, and he was many times stronger than him. A palm inflicted him severely.
　　 If the general innate warrior's later stage was directly punched through his chest with a palm, only Ye Wenlong's pure Yang body could bear it.
　　 "I originally planned to catch you back and search for your soul. If you did save Zi Liuli, you would be released. As a result, you dare to kill my Saintess."
　　 "In this case, first remove your limbs, beat you half-dead, and then take you back. After searching the soul, you will be chopped up and fed to the dog."
　　 Yuqiong voiced indifferently, and walked towards him step by step.
　　 Ye Wenlong gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and beat the ground angrily.
　　 "I'm not reconciled!" Ye Wenlong roared inwardly.
　　 At this time, he suddenly felt a dark thing get into his sleeve.
　　 "Master?" Ye Wenlong's eyes widened.
　　 At this time, a curse rang in his ears.
　　 "Boy, you can really cause trouble!"
　　 Hearing the familiar curse, Ye Wenlong was stunned, tears filled his eyes with excitement: "Master..."
　　 Lin Hao was originally observing secretly. Facing this situation, Ye Wenlong would make a choice. If he begged for mercy, he would turn around without hesitation.
　　 Now, Ye Wenlong's performance makes him fairly satisfied.
　　The most important thing for cultivating immortals is a firm Dao heart. While Ye Wenlong struggles to the death, he also maintains his sense and makes the most possible escape method. This is commendable.
　　 "Relax your mind and let me control your body!"
"Yes!"
　　 Ye Wenlong stopped moving, and his mind was completely relaxed.
　　 Lin Hao closed his eyes, his mind moved, and his divine consciousness shrank back, condensed in the sea of ​​knowledge, and turned into an extremely solid point.
　　 "God possessed!"
　　 "Boom!"
　　 Lin Hao's sea of ​​knowledge swayed for a while, and the vast soul power poured into Ye Wenlong's sea of ​​knowledge like substance, and gradually spread to Ye Wenlong's body.
　　 Lin Hao's body lost consciousness.
　　 Yuqiong walked behind Ye Wenlong, UU Reading www.uukavanshu.com glanced contemptuously at the young man lying on the ground, and stepped on his arm with one foot.
　　 "This foot, break your hand first!"
　　 The female disciples of the Saintess Sect in the distance shook their heads helplessly, the poor ant, a mortal, dare to offend the Saintess Sect, there is only a dead end.
　　Sun Jian was very upset. He thought he would be able to help a lot by coming over, so as to take the opportunity to make the Saintess sect owe him a favor, but in the end he ran into an ant and didn't even have the qualification to let him do it.
　　 Just when everyone thought that Ye Wenlong was bound to die.
　　 suddenly!
　　 Ye Wenlong held the hilt of Xingyue sword beside him.
　　 The next moment, a sword glow that was as bright as a galaxy roared from below and cut through the sky. Just as Yuqiong's feet fell halfway down, she suddenly felt something wrong, and quickly drew back.
　　 "Hey!"
　　 "Ah!!!" screamed.
　　 Yuqiong retreated to a hundred meters away.
　　 Everyone looked in shock, only to see a bright red sword mark on Yu Qiong's leg, blood flowing like a shot.
　　 "What!" All the people present were shocked and pale.
　　 Innate warrior, a sword wounded the foundation-building monk, how is this possible?
　　 This is simply subverting common sense!
Under the eyes of everyone, "Ye Wenlong" stood up, the true energy in his body quickly moved along a specific trajectory, and the solar essence of the dantian was fully activated. Under the urging of the Sun Lieyang Art, internal injuries and external injuries, in a short time, Complete recovery.
　　 "Ye Wenlong" opened his eyes, the immature eyes were gone, replaced by the deep and waveless eyes of the ancient well. The thunder light flashed in the eyes, making people afraid to look directly.
　　 Then, an icy voice that was like ten thousand years of frost, accompanied by a billowing killing intent, came out.
　　 "Hurt my disciple, die!"