Yang Buhui and Yin Liting

The autumn wind was blowing, and three figures stood in front of Yaowang Valley. After a fierce fight, the smell of blood stopped for a while, and they confronted each other coldly. Sweeping towards the injured arm, and then sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick away the blood on the arm, Buhui looked a little disgusted, felt nauseous for a while, and almost vomited it out on the spot.

A fallen leaf flew down, a haughty laugh followed, and the sword was swung out at the same time, Murong Yan did not dare to be careless, he waved his sword to block, he is good at bow and arrow, it is really difficult for him to fight in close quarters, these moves in his hand He could only be surprised. After a long battle, he could barely use his strength. He could only hold on hard and fight hard. The more he fought, the more tired he became.

Murong Yan thought in his heart: "If I'm the only one, why should I risk my life here? There is only one life, and I can't lose it." With a thought, he shouted at Bugui: "Bugui, I'm pestering him, what do you think? Way to enter Medicine King Valley."

Buhui nodded, but saw that the entrance was blocked by two wrestling figures, so he didn't want to charge, so he had to gather his momentum and look for an opportunity to break in. After finally waiting for Murong Yan to lead him away, he counted the right time and headed for it. As he rushed inside, several Mongol Tartars who followed behind had rushed over and blocked the entrance of Yaowang Valley.At the same time, the sharp sword in Murong Yan's hand was cut out by the big knife, and it kept hovering in the air.

The two exclaimed at the same time, Buhui stopped urgently, turned around and rushed back, Murong Yan also turned around and ran, the two almost collided, and there was another exclamation, Murong Yan tilted his body, his hands involuntarily moved towards Buhui's body With a push, he passed by.

Not regretting that his body was pushed by Murong Yan, he rushed straight forward, facing the big knife in the man's hand, his astonished little face was full of fear, his feet that could not stop still rushed forward, words choked in his throat I can't call out.

Murong Yan was also so frightened that he couldn't make a sound, his feet seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't lift it up. Suddenly, the surroundings were strangely quiet, only the sharp sword hovering in the air made "rustle" sounds from time to time, ready to fall to the ground at any time.

When the sword was about to fall to the ground, and Buhui's body was about to pass through the sword, at this moment, suddenly, a white figure rushed out, jumped over the Mongolian Tartars at the entrance of the Yaowang valley, quickly caught the circling and falling sword, and spun Turning around, a cold light flashed, the sharp sword was thrown from Yin Liting's hand, flew forward, and shot at the man's chest like the wind, the man suddenly realized that when he was about to dodge, the sharp sword had pierced through his heart soundlessly. Pass.

The sharp sword pierced through the man's body, and still flew forward, several feet behind the man, it went straight into the tree trunk, with cold light shining, and it was stuck vertically and vertically on the tree trunk. Although it was a lifeless sharp sword, it was Impressive and majestic.

The Mongolian Tatars were all dazzled when they saw this thrilling scene. A master was pierced through his heart in an instant, and he was so frightened that he could not speak, and ran away one by one.

The man's face was pale, he covered his bleeding heart with one hand, he staggered back a few steps, his body was still standing straight, his eyes looked at his heart in astonishment and disbelief, he sneered, and his eyes turned back to the rushing dissatisfied Regret, the big knife is still clenched, it seems that he wants to find someone to accompany him before he dies.

At the same time Yin Liting was throwing the sword, his figure also rushed over. Suddenly he felt a turbulent flow in his chest, and his whole body was in unbearable pain. He suddenly remembered Bai Yi's words, asking him not to use his true energy for the time being, but seeing that no regrets were about to become under the sword. Undead, he had ignored the pain of his body, jumped forward, and when it was too late to pull away from Buhui, he could only block Buhui with himself and hastily pushed her.

Bugui was pushed by him, took a few steps back before stopping, and screamed again, seeing the sword piercing Yin Liting's body, and there was a "touch" three minutes into the sword, the man had dropped the sword and fell to the sky, He didn't move, and Yin Liting escaped unharmed, only slightly injured, but the turbulent flow in his body made him fall to his knees in pain, and gasped for breath.

Buhui rushed over, squatted down to support him, and shouted anxiously: "Hey! What's wrong with you, don't scare me!"

Yin Liting grabbed Buhui's arm with one hand, looked at her with blank eyes, pale face, panting, seemed to have something to say but couldn't do it, finally put down his hand weakly, tilted his body, and fell down fainted on her shoulder.

Not regretting being leaned on by him like this, he fell heavily on the ground and yelled a few times: "Hey, hey..."

Yin Liting quietly lay on her shoulders, the sunlight and sweaty masculine breath made her blush and heartbeat, a little shy, a little pity, she turned her head and shouted to Murong Yan who was still dazed: "You still don't come here to help. "

Murong Yan recovered his senses and walked over, stood in front of the two, looked at Yin Liting thoughtfully, and shouted anxiously without regret: "Hey! How long are you going to stand? Come and help."

Murong Yan asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Buhui said: "Take him back to Yaowang Valley, sister Baiyi can help him."

Murong Yan squatted down to support Yin Liting, frowned rarely, then let him down again, and fell back down heavily without regret.Buhui exclaimed, "What are you doing?"

Murong Yan frowned and said: "I don't think he has reached the Xingchen Residence, he has already passed away!"

Buhui shouted: "You are talking nonsense! It's fine if you don't want to help, I can do it by myself."

Panting without regret, he forcefully supported Yin Liting, and tried his best to take him away. Murong Yan saw that she fell back to the ground after a few steps, and fell down several times. , still unwilling to give up and want to take him back to Xingchenju.

A rare long sigh came out of Murong Yan's mouth, he walked over, reached out his hand to his waist and took out an unremarkable pill, a bit reluctant, hesitated, and finally stuffed it into Yin Liting's mouth.

Buhui shouted: "What did you feed him?"

Murong Yan said pitifully: "There is such a good person like me in this world who gives my life-saving elixir to his love rivals. I probably took the wrong medicine!"

Buhui suspiciously said: "Life-saving elixir, you wouldn't give him poison, would you?"

Murong Yan smiled wryly, "Am I so wicked?"

Buhui said angrily: "I don't know who pushed me, which almost killed me."

Murong Yan's whole face collapsed quickly, embarrassment on his face, he didn't dare to look at her again, he quickly turned around and placed his palms on Yin Liting's back Shendao and Mingmen acupoints, pouring true energy into him with familiar techniques.

Seeing that he looked good, he asked curiously, "Can you do it?"

Murong Yan broke out in cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes drifted to Yaowanggu, and said with a rare seriousness: "Don't worry! Although my medical skills are not as good as that of the one in it, it's not that bad. You don't have to worry about me, I will It'll be fine."

Without regret, he said seriously: "I'm not worried about you, I'm afraid that you accidentally killed him, so I'll cut you off first." She gestured to cut him.

With a bitter face, Murong Yan smiled and said, "Why is there such a difference!"

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