Rebirth of the Strongest Monster Beast

40. Chapter 40 hurts my disciple and dies!

Chapter 40 hurts my disciple and dies!

“I have no gibberish, I am sober!” Purple enamel is not good enough.

Yu Qiong was unmoved and indifferent: “Catch the kid.”

“Yes!”

The two female disciples next to him went up to Ye Wenlong.

“Give me a hand!” Purple glass yelled, pulled the sword and rushed over, blocking the two female disciples.

“I said, he saved me, you are not qualified to catch him!” Purple glass shouted, and constantly urged Ye Wenlong: “Go!”

“Sure enough, the poisoned is not shallow, Deacon Liu, took the glass and stunned it back, let Xue Elder give her a poison.” Yu Qiong said lightly.

“Yes!” next to the purple woman flicks with the finger, a True Qi ejected from the fingers, precisely hit the purple glazed wrist.

The purple screams screamed, and the long sword in his hand came out.

Deacon Liu rushed up a step, and cut the knife in the purple glass to stun her.

“Take her back.” Yuqiong does not change color.

“Yes!” Deacon Liu put the purple glaze behind her, and the female disciple walked out of the two people again. She also stunned Xiaoqing and Ye Wenxue on the grass, and the three people left.

Now, there are eight people left.

Ye Wenlong glanced at the eight people and quickly calculated the escape method of varied sorts and varieties.

In front of the seven Saintess Sect members, Yuqiong is the foundation, and the six people are practicing the atmosphere. They are all eight layers of nine layers, and there is also a foundation sword repair.

Faced with such a danger, there seems to be no other end than being captured.

After the purple glaze was brought back, two female disciples walked up toward him, getting closer and closer.

Ye Wenlong flashed countless thoughts in the mind.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of Lin Biao’s words.

“There is no smooth sailing on the road to repairing immortals! Those who have become major events have gone through nine lives!”

At the moment when the two female disciples were close to each other, Ye Wenlong held his hand on the hilt.

The young sword of the sword on the rear tree suddenly frowned, and the consciousness of the lower shouted: “Rewind!”

“choke!”

That’s too late!

I saw a sword light condensed to the extreme, flashing in front of everyone, only feeling a flower in front of me.

“Hey! Hey!”

Two heads fly away!

A sword, kill two people!

The bright red blood sprang down, and the two female disciples had not had time to react, and they were in the same place.

“what!”

Yu Qiong was shocked.

The two female disciples who just went up were all elite disciples who practiced eight layers. This boy is just an ordinary martial artist. How can he not even catch a sword?

Ye Wenlong did not fight, and took advantage of the other side’s lost space. He did not hesitate under his feet and turned and flew in the distance.

“Want to run?” Yuqiong is unable to restrain one’s anger, treads on the ground, the surface of the sound is blowing, the whole person rushes out.

On the way to the people, Yu Qiong volleyed a True Qi Palm and slammed it to Ye Wenlong.

“Dead thief!”

Ye Wenlong forcibly twisted his body and wanted to dodge, but suddenly felt a sense of crisis in front of him, and the skin of the whole body was picked up, and he rushed back and forth.

“choke!”

A sword mark came to his front.

Seeing that Ye Wenlong had escaped from his own sword, Sun Jian’s eyebrows flashed amazed, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he seemed to be dissatisfied with his own sword.

After avoiding a sword, Ye Wenlong could no longer evade the True Qi Palm behind him. He was directly on the back and printed on the back.

“Hey!”

Ye Wenlong’s clothes were thoroughly pierced, and a big hole appeared in the clothes on the chest. A “slave” appeared in the chest, immediately violently spurt, and flew up to the front with his head, and squatted in the bushes ahead, rubbing A deep mark was drawn on the ground.

Ye Wenlong held his hands in the ground and wanted to stand up. He could hold it to half, but he fell down again and could no longer rise again.

“Sure enough… still failed?” Ye Wenlong squirted another blood, aura wilting.

Although it is a palm, but Yu Qiong is a base monk, he is a lot stronger than him, and he will be in heavy duty.

If the general innate martial artist late stage, directly hit the chest by a palm, only Ye Wenlong’s pure Yang body can withstand.

“It was originally planned to take you back to Soul Search. If you did save the purple glaze, let you go, and you dare to kill me Saintess Sect.”

“In this case, first remove your limbs, take you to death and bring them back. After searching the soul, you will be smashed and fed to the dog.”

Yu Qiong’s voice was indifferent and he walked over to him step by step.

Ye Wenlong bit his teeth, his fists clenched, and he was beaten on the floor with indignation.

“I am not willing!” Ye Wenlong angered.

At this time, he suddenly felt a dark thing into his sleeve.

“Master?” Ye Wenlong eyes wide open.

At this moment, a roar rang and sounded in his ear.

“Bad boy, you can really get into trouble!”

Hearing the familiar buzz, Ye Wenlong was stunned and excited to tears: “Master…”

Lin Biao was originally secretly observing. Facing this situation, Ye Wenlong will make a choice. If he is begging for mercy, he will not hesitate to turn around and leave.

Now, Ye Wenlong’s performance makes him still satisfied.

The most important thing about Xiu Xian is the firm heart. When Ye Wenlong is fighting for a fight, he still has reason and makes the most likely escape method. This is very valuable.

“Relax your mind, let me control your body!”

“Yes!”

Ye Wenlong is no longer moving, and his mind is completely relaxed.

Lin Biao closed his eyes, thoughts move, Spiritual Sense contracted back, condense in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, turned into a very solid point.

“Divine Soul possessed!”

“boom!”

Lin Biao’s Sea of ​​Consciousness swayed, and the vast Soul Power poured into Ye Wenlong’s Sea of ​​Consciousness and gradually spread to Ye Wenlong.

Lin Biao’s fleshy body lost consciousnessness.

Yuqiong walked behind Ye Wenlong and squinted at the teenager who was on the ground, stepping on his arm and stepping on it.

“This foot, break your hand first!”

The female disciples of Saintess Sect in the distance are all helplessly shaking their heads. Poor ants, a common singer, dare to offend Saintess Sect, only one dead end.

Sun Jian was very upset. I thought that coming over would help me a lot. I had the opportunity to let Saintess Sect owe him a favor. As a result, he encountered an ants and didn’t even have the qualifications for him to do it.

Just when everyone thought that Ye Wenlong would die.

suddenly!

Ye Wenlong took the Xingyue hilt beside him.

Next moment, a sword-like mangling like a galaxy, whistling from below, scratching the sky, Yuqiong’s foot just fell to half, suddenly felt wrong, and quickly pulled out of the sudden retreat.

“laugh!”

“Ah!!” The screams sounded.

Yuqiong retreated to a hundred meters away.

Everyone was shocked and saw that there was a bright red sword mark on the legs of Yu Qiong.

“What!” The people present were all shocked and eclipsed.

Congenital martial artist, a sword injured the foundation of the monk, how is this possible?

This is a subversion of common sense!

In the eyes of the public, “Ye Wenlong” stood up, with the body’s True Qi running quickly along the specific trajectory, Dantian’s Sun Essence Qi was fully activated, under the urging of Fierce Great Sun Formula, internal trauma, within a short time , completely restored.

“Ye Wenlong” opened his eyes, and the tender eyes were gone. Instead, it was a kind of deep-eyed eyes with no waves in the old well. The thunder light flashed in the eyelids, making people dare not look straight.

Then, a cold voice like a frost of the ages, accompanied by rolling and killing, was passed out.

“Injury my disciple, die!”

(End of this chapter)