Chapter 40: Hurt My Disciple, Die!

"I'm not talking nonsense, I'm sober!" Zi Liuli was so angry.

Yu Qiong was unmoved, and said indifferently, "Take that kid up."

"Yes!"

The two female disciples next to him walked up to Marven Ye.

"Stop it for me!" Zi Liuli shouted, drawing his sword and rushing over, blocking the two female disciples.

"I said, it was he who saved me, you are not qualified to arrest him!" Zi Liuli shouted, and at the same time kept urging Ye Wenlong: "Let's go!"

"Sure enough, the poisoning is not shallow. Deacon Liu knocked Liuli back and took it back, and asked Elder Xue to detoxify her." Yuqiong said indifferently.

"Yes!" The purple-clothed woman next to her flicked her fingers, and a burst of infuriating energy shot out from her fingers, hitting Zi Liuli's wrist with precision.

Zi Liuli screamed, and the long sword in her hand came out.

Deacon Liu rushed up with a single step, and his palm knife cut through Zi Liuli's stamina, knocking her out.

"Take her back." Yu Qiong said without changing her face.

"Yes!" Deacon Liu put Zi Liuli behind his back, and two more female disciples came out. They also carried Xiaoqing and Ye Wenxue, who were unconscious on the grass, on their backs, and the three jumped away.

Now, there are only eight people present.

Ye Wenlong glanced at the eight people, and quickly calculated various escape methods in his heart.

In front of them are seven members of the Holy Maiden Sect, Yu Qiong is a foundation building, and six people are practicing Qi, all of them are practicing Qi on the eighth and ninth floors, and there is a foundation-building sword cultivator behind.

Faced with such a dangerous situation, it seems that there is no other end to it than being captured.

After Zi Liuli was brought back, two female disciples walked towards him, getting closer and closer.

Countless thoughts flashed in Marven Ye's mind.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of Lin Hao's words.

"The journey of cultivating immortals is not smooth sailing! Those who achieve great things have all gone through nine deaths!"

At the moment when the two female disciples on the opposite side approached, Marven Ye held his hand on the hilt of the sword.

The sword-carrying youth on the tree behind suddenly frowned, and subconsciously shouted: "Fast 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.

"Chuck! Chuck!"

The two heads were thrown into the air!

One sword, kill two people!

Bright red blood splattered down, and before the two female disciples had time to react, their heads were in different places.

"what!"

Yuqiong was shocked.

The two female disciples who went up just now are elite disciples of the eighth level of Qi training. This young man is just an ordinary martial artist, how could he not even be able to catch his sword?

Marven Ye didn't love to fight, taking advantage of the other party's absence, without hesitation, he turned around and flew towards the distance.

"Want to escape?" Yu Qiong was furious, she stepped on the ground, there was an explosion on the ground, and the whole person rushed out.

On the way, Yu Qiong volleyed a true palm and slapped Marven Ye fiercely.

"Die, little thief!"

Marven Ye twisted his body forcibly, trying to dodge, but suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in front of him, goosebumps all over his body, and hurriedly retreated back.

"choke!"

A sword mark appeared in front of him.

Seeing Marven Ye dodging his own sword, Sun Jian's brows flashed with surprise, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he was very dissatisfied with his sword just now.

After avoiding a sword, Marven Ye could no longer dodge the infuriating palm behind him, and was directly slapped on his back.

"Bang!"

Marven Ye's clothes were completely pierced, a big hole appeared in the clothes on his chest, and the word "slave" appeared on his chest. Immediately, blood spurted wildly. A deep scar was drawn on the ground.

Marven Ye put his hands on the ground and wanted to stand up, but he held it halfway, but fell down again.

Powerless to get up again.

"Sure enough... Is it still a failure?" Marven Ye spat out a mouthful of blood again, his breath wilting.

Although it was a palm of his hand, Yu Qiong was a foundation-building cultivator, and he was many times stronger than him, and he was severely injured with one palm.

If an ordinary congenital warrior in the late stage is directly punched through the chest with a palm, only Ye Wenlong's body of pure yang can withstand it.

"I originally planned to take you back for a soul search. If you did save Zi Liuli, I would let you go, but you dared to kill my Saintess Sect."

"If that's the case, I'll take off your limbs first, beat you to death, and then bring you back. After searching for your soul, I'll chop you up and feed the dog."

Yu Qiong's voice was indifferent, and she walked towards him step by step.

Marven Ye gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and thumped the ground angrily.

"I'm not reconciled!" Marven Ye roared inwardly.

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

"Master?" Marven Ye's eyes widened.

At this moment, an angry curse sounded in his ear.

"Stinky boy, you really get into trouble!"

Hearing the familiar scolding, Marven Ye was stunned, and his eyes filled with excitement: "Master..."

Lin Hao was originally observing secretly. Faced with this situation, Marven Ye would make a choice. If he begged for mercy, he would turn around and leave without hesitation.

Now, Marven Ye's performance made him quite satisfied.

The most important thing in cultivating immortals is to have a firm heart. While Ye Wenlong fought desperately, he still kept his rationality and made the most possible escape method, which was very valuable.

"Relax and let me control your body!"

"Yes!"

Marven Ye stopped moving and was completely relaxed.

Lin Hao closed his eyes, his mind moved, his divine consciousness contracted back, condensed in the sea of ​​consciousness, and turned into an extremely solid point.

"Soul Possessed!"

"boom!"

Lin Hao's sea of ​​consciousness swayed for a while, and the vast soul power poured into Marven Ye's sea of ​​consciousness like substance, and gradually spread to Ye Wenlong's whole body.

Lin Hao's body lost consciousness.

Yu Qiong walked behind Marven Ye, glanced contemptuously at the boy lying on the ground, and stepped on his arm with one foot.

"This kick, break your hand first!"

The female disciples of the Saintess Sect in the distance all shook their heads helplessly. The poor ants, a common man, dared to offend the Saintess Sect. There was only one way to die.

Sun Jian was very unhappy. He thought that coming here would be of great help, so that he could take the opportunity to make the Holy Maiden owe him a favor, but he ran into an ant, and he didn't even have the qualifications to let him do it.

Just when everyone thought that Marven Ye would surely die.

Sudden!

Marven Ye held the Xingyue sword hilt beside him.

The next moment, a dazzling sword beam like a galaxy roared up from below and pierced through the sky. Yu Qiong's feet had just fallen halfway, and suddenly she felt something was wrong, and she hurriedly retreated.

"laugh!"

"Ah!" A scream rang out.

Yuqiong retreated to a hundred meters away.

Everyone looked in shock, only to see a bright red sword mark on Yu Qiong's leg, bleeding like a stream.

"What!" All the people present were shocked.

Innate martial artist, one sword wounded the base-building cultivator, how is this possible?

This is simply subversive!

Under the watchful eyes of the public, "Ye Wenlong" stood up, the infuriating energy in the body rapidly revolved along a specific trajectory, and the sun energy in the dantian was fully activated. Complete recovery.

"Marven Ye" opened his eyes, the tender eyes were gone, replaced by a deep, ancient eyes without waves, the lightning flashing in his eyes, making people dare not look directly.

Then, an icy voice like ten thousand years of frost, accompanied by rolling killing intent, came out.

"Injure my disciple, die!"