"Yao Zhihong, stop it!"

A stern female voice suddenly came.

But Yao Zhihong remained unmoved. He struck directly with a palm, targeting Yan Wulu's forehead bone in front of him...

However, the slap never came.

Wearing an exquisite blue sea robe and brocade clothes, he had already appeared in front of Yan Wulu.

Yao Zhihong's full palm strike was easily blocked by the opponent.

The next moment, Yao Zhihong felt an overbearing sword intent coming towards him and had to fly back.

But even so, it is still unavoidable to be affected by the aftermath of the sword intention.

For a moment, Yao Zhihong felt the energy and blood in his body rising.

Yao Zhihong landed slightly and stood still. His eyes were ruthless and colorless, looking at the person coming...

It is the "Blue Sea Sword Master" Ren Junxing.

However, now, we should call the other party "Jun Xing" instead.

Zhang Chunhua also appeared almost together with Jun Xing, and she was the one who exclaimed just now.

At this moment, Zhang Chunhua hurriedly came to Yan Wulu's side, concerned about his injuries...

Qiuyue also arrived here at almost the same time.

Seeing Yan Wulu's appearance at this time, her eyes were sour, but her heart was even more angry, and she threw the two round objects she was carrying with her right hand...

The object rolled down in front of Yao Zhihong.

It is the heads of Leng Er and Leng San!

With such fierce sword power, looking at the expressions on Leng Er and Leng San's faces before they were about to die, it seemed that they were already killed by one sword before they even noticed the enemy's attack.

Even Yao Zhihong didn't think he could achieve such a level against his opponent Leng Er or Leng San.

Presumably, at this moment, in this huge medicine valley, there is only one person who can kill Leng Er and Leng San so easily...

Yao Zhihong was a little angry.

He was not angry at the death of the two of them, but just angry at Jun Xing for being dishonest and treacherous to him.

But Yao Zhihong didn't show it on his face, he just coldly questioned the culprit——

"Bihai Sword Master, you...what do you mean?"

…

…

Qiuyue threw out the heads of Leng Er and Leng San with one hand.

And Yao Zhihong directly questioned Bihai Sword Saint Jun Xing...

But in fact, if it makes sense, it is only possible as Yao Zhihong thought - these two people were both killed by Jun Xing.

…

At first, after learning that Yao Zhihong had used a secret method, coupled with Jiang Yueling's Taiyin constitution, it might be possible to get rid of the "inflammatory disease."

Jun Xing is a little tempted.

But later, a conversation between Zhang Chunhua and Zhang Chunhua at the top of the canyon touched the deepest part of Jun Xing's heart, and Jun Xing finally gave up on this method that was almost cruel and unethical and contrary to human ethics.

Jun Xing actually doesn't care if this method will sacrifice Jiang Yueling or some other woman...

He himself has never claimed to be a chivalrous person in the world.

He just...

He didn’t want to let down his direct disciple and his only successor—Yan Wulu.

…

"Blue Sea Sword Master, actually, if you change your path now, it's still too late."

Yao Zhihong suddenly changed his expression and tone, and he said earnestly to Jun Xing——

"...Leng Er, Leng San, I have never cared about the life or death of these two people. They are just like two wild dogs to me. It won't hurt you to kill them."

"...As long as you and I join forces, Jiang can easily cure the "inflammatory disease" in his body in just a moment."

"...With you and me joining forces, and with Prince Zhenbei in hand, we may not necessarily be afraid of Yan Dong."

Yao Zhihong became more and more excited as he talked.

But what greeted him was just a fierce sword force...

Jun Xing swung his sword, and his peripheral vision and Yan Wulu's eyes exchanged. After confirming that the other party was not fatally injured, Jun Xing breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked forward slowly.

"Yao Zhihong, you scumbag!"

"...You poisoned me and imprisoned me in an ice prison in the snow valley. Now you hurt my direct disciple, and you still want me to plot against my disciple's woman with you?"

Jun Xing said with awe-inspiring righteousness.

Yao Zhihong sounded a little confused... When had he done this?

"Blue Sea Sword Master, you are talking about..."

……say something?

Yao Zhihong's doubtful words have not yet been uttered.

Your swift sword energy had already arrived first, as fast as lightning.

Yao Zhihong dodged urgently, and his unfinished words were swallowed by him...

Jun Xing, on the other hand, did not give the other party a chance to speak. He directly raised his sword and swung it out.

Yao Zhihong bent his back to an almost right angle, allowing Jun Xing's long sword to narrowly pass by his face...

"You used poison to poison me. If Wu Lu hadn't thought carefully and sent Miss Zhang to rescue me in the Snow Valley Ice Prison, and also brought me the antidote, I'm afraid your plot would have succeeded today!"

Jun Xing said loudly while attacking Yao Zhihong continuously.

Yao Zhihong felt strange... Did he lose his memory, or did Junxing take the wrong medicine?

Later, when Yao Zhihong saw Yan Wulu in the distance, he suddenly understood...

Jun Xing, this guy, really knows how to deflect blame!

Yao Zhihong tried to expose the other party several times, but was forced back by Jun Xing.

Yao Zhihong is far from the opponent of Sword Saint Junxing.

He knew in his heart that there was no way he could save himself at this moment, and the poisonous silver needle appeared in his hand...

Yao Zhihong originally planned to fight them to the death with one blow!

He no longer cared about the attack from Sword Saint Junxing in front of him.

Hit the silver needle with all your strength.

The poisonous silver needle began to change, gradually turning into a row, then into a field, and finally it seemed like a rain of arrows from the sky...

The target covers the entire area where Yan Wulu is located.

Zhang Chunhua and Qiuyue quickly drew their swords and tried to block them with their swords to protect Yan Wulu inside the safest place.

It's just such a number and such intensive silver needle attacks.

It is simply not something that two long swords can block.

But even so, Zhang Chunhua and Qiuyue still stood in front of Yan Wulu without any worries...

Times of crisis.

At that critical moment, two tall men with very similar looks suddenly appeared. They each raised a huge tower shield with one hand that could only be lifted by an ordinary man's arms.

The four tower shields formed a shield wall, blocking the side of Yan Wulu and others facing the direction of the silver needle.

Countless silver needles pierced the shield, but it was difficult to pierce...

It's not that Yao Zhihong lacked internal strength, on the contrary, Yao Zhihong used twice as much internal strength to support him this time as before.

But the shield is made of a special material, as if it was specially cast to deal with this kind of silver needle weapon.

Yao Zhihong was shocked...

The shield wall is withdrawn.

The two people holding up the shields turned out to be Leng Er and Leng San!

Didn't they just die?

Why do they want to protect Yan Wulu?

Before Yao Zhihong had time to ask, Jun Xing struck straight at the opponent's head with his sword...

Yao Zhihong struggled to avoid it.
To be continued...