The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

“Yeah, as long as you stand by and watch, we at Cloud Lights promise not to hit Daoists. On the contrary, even if you are strong, there is only one person, do you really think you can fight my whole cloud light sect? ”

Changyu's blood-red eyes swept through all those surrounding him, and the sighing sounded with a fierce killing intent, "Give me back my little master, or I will flatten the whole cloud of light. ”

“Joke, on your own, trying to level my clouds? Stop joking! ”

“Together, this guy is long past the crossbow, we'll kill him together! ”

Yun Guangzong's men drank, the sword flashed, and attacked them all.

Changyu shook his fists with both hands, and his fists caught fire and struck out hard.

“Ah!!” A scream came from a crowd of clouds and lights.

Changwoo's hand is like a sickle of death. If it is lightly touched, it will burn into the bone, and the pain will not survive.

Yun Guangzong's disciples are terrified. Who is this man?

Why is his fire so powerful?

The only way to cultivate spiritual fires on the real continent should be... The Gateway?

But how did that doomsday mendacity end up in the middle of nowhere like Wushu?

Who the hell is this man?

Just as the disciples of Yun Guang Zong panicked, all of a sudden, Changyu punched out again, but the flame burned, but suddenly extinguished.

The disciple of Yun Guang Zong was overjoyed, "His spiritual energy is exhausted, hurry up, let's go together... Hahaha, this time, you're dead! ”

In the martial arts continent, the gathering of spiritual energy is extremely difficult.

So once the spirit runs out, it's almost impossible to replenish it in a short time.

Without spirituality, without that terrible fire, what's so terrible about this man?

Yun Guangzong's disciples had a steep momentum. One of them flew high and the long sword in his hand fell hard towards Changyu.

However, his figure was still half-empty, and his ears were brilliant.

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for his reaction, his body suddenly suffered a severe pain.

Boom, boom, boom--!

Countless blood holes appeared in the air, and blood burst out, and the man fell straight out of the air.

Chang Woo stood still, his body couldn't hold back and swayed.

He seemed to hear the haunting harp in his ear, and his nose slowly tangled with the clear scent that he could not forget.

Is she here?

Is she finally here?

Great, the little master is saved, and she won't be sad.

Changwoo's body swayed and suddenly fell.

“Changwoo!” Familiar, his long-awaited sound is in his ear, “Changwoo, how are you? ”

The mouth was stuffed with Dan Yao, Changyu felt only a little bit of regression of disappearing life.

Even the dry Dantian slowly gained spiritual momentum.

Changwoo opened his bloody eyes painstakingly, muttering: “Miss, leave me alone, the little master has been taken... to the west side of the Mountains without delusion... must save the little master...”

He's a selfish man.

He's not that noble and loyal.

He cares about the little master and worries about the little master's safety.

But he was even more scared, and he couldn't resist the sadness of the young girl in front of him.

He knows better that the little master is all she has and that she sees life as it is.

So, even if he dies, he has to help her keep the little master alive.

Mu Yan reached over his eyes gently, while the sound of the violin sounded, the loud music confused Changwoo and slowly fell into a soft dream country.