Chapter 109: First
The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!
He is finished.
The guard disciple thought to himself, rubbing his empty lower body, his facial features twisted, and looking at Ye Xiyuan in despair and horror.
This was all ordered by Senior Brother Ye, and it was Ye Xiyuan who asked him to deal with Cen Qingyou like this just now! It was Ye Xiyuan who told him that the more vicious and vicious the better! If you don't do this, you won't be able to force the people of the Great Hall of Light!
But now he regrets it.
He is finished.
In the past few days, he just kicked Cen Qingyou a few times, and he never thought of using "see the sky" to deal with him.
The guard disciple glanced at the two **** legs that fell to the ground and was soaked in mud, and suddenly felt at a loss.
He shouldn't have kicked those feet.
A monk without legs, is that still a monk? Can you still survive, can you continue on this road? !
No one told him the answer.
Seeing the blood that suddenly flew into the sky, and his eyes fell on Qiao Wan and the disciples of the Guangming Temple, Ye Xiyuan's face did not change, and he did not panic at all. He stopped in front of Cen Qingyou and gave an order in a calm voice.
"kill!"
On the narrow mountain road, the blink of an eye is Shura Hell!
Qiao Wan took the lead, raised the sword to attack, and stabbed the remaining two guard disciples in the chest with his backhand, and the sword shook out circles of blood.
Glancing at the disciples of the good way who were posing all around, they rolled on the spot, dodging a black chess that came straight at him, and Qiao Wan's face changed suddenly.
Counted!
It's not procrastination at all, it's just dividing it up!
The battle was split in an instant!
Qiao Wan made a decisive decision and took out a mosquito from her sleeve that Jianwen had given her before departure. Just after the mosquito was released, the next second, another chess piece was wiped past his forehead.
Qiao Wan quickly blocked her sword, raised her head, and met Ye Xiyuan's surprised eyes.
How is this possible?
The young man in front of him was still at the foundation-building stage, but it felt like a different person. In the moment of the fight, the move is faster and more neat! The arched back, combined with the fists and feet swung by Jianguang, had strong and strong muscles, like a snow leopard traveling through the **** rain of this mountain road.
Cooperating with other disciples of Guangming Temple, others deal with black chess. Qiao Wan took the sword and rushed to him, and greeted him on the face.
Fighting is definitely not about fairness and justice. She can't beat him alone, can't so many people beat him? !
One ignored it, and almost had half a piece of flesh cut off on his face. Ye Xiyuan leaned back, dodging the sword light in shock, his face changed slightly, what kind of special training did he go through?
No, no matter how much training he has gone through, it is impossible to grow to this point in such a short period of time.
What's more, even if you have experienced special training and adventures, it is useless.
The young man glanced at Qiao Wan, and his face softened a little.
Even if there is progress, what can be done, the disciples of the Guangming Temple on the mountain road who have come to rob prisoners have to explain it here.
Elder Lu was right.
Daguang Hall, dare not, and have no reason to come to ask for someone in an upright manner. If you don't dare to come, then they will definitely disguise and steal, which is exactly Lu Dechang's calculation.
Since they didn't use the identity of the Great Bright Hall to ask for someone, even if they were to be killed here, the Great Bright Hall would have no reason to take revenge!
Ye Xiyuan closed his eyes.
They waited for so long, and finally it was time for the Great Hall of Light to taste this "revenge can't be revenge"!
Seeing that the mosquito staggered through the rain curtain and successfully flew over the mountain wall, Qiao Wan was not so relieved.
Even if this mosquito can report to them, it will be too late. There are only so many of them in total, and now they are surrounded by Shandao Academy, no matter which one wants to break through and support them, it will be difficult.
Now, the most important thing is to save Cen Qingyou.
This situation is not optimistic.
On one side is a rocky mountain wall, and on the other side is a thousand-zhang-high cliff. On this narrow mountain road, the two men and horses killed you to the death.
It's no good for them to drag it on.
Qiao Wan was clear in her heart.
Either withdraw, or you can only choose to give it a try.
Through sound transmission, Qiao Wan turned her head and briefly communicated with the disciples of the Guangming Temple next to her. The disciples of the Guangming Temple who were still fighting, after they understood what she wanted to do, they all moved closer to help her.
Whether you can **** people back, let's fight here.
Qiao Wan set her eyes on the dark cloak.
The cloak did not speak, and the hem of the robe showed a little plum blossom.
Qiao Wan clenched the sword in his hand and took a breath.
Cen Qingyou was waiting for her.
Noticing the change in the formation on the opposite side, Ye Xiyuan raised his hand and drank it, and Shandao Academy also quickly took a countermeasure.
At this moment when the atmosphere was deadlocked, a figure rushed out with lightning speed!
The muscles of the whole body were operated to the best condition, Qiao Wan's eyes were astonishingly bright, and only the human-shaped cloak remained in her eyes.
"rush!"
At the moment when all the magical tools were aimed at Qiao Wan, the disciples of the Guangming Temple also moved, and the target went straight to Cen Qingyou!
rush! Bring back Junior Brother Cen!
Qiao Wan, who was a living target and was responsible for attracting firepower, avoided the chaos of magic weapons and sword lights like a rabbit and a falcon.
Seeing one of the Guangming Temple disciples, his fingers had touched the corner of the cloak, and the Hengjian of Shandao Academy stopped him.
On the mountain road, another burst of Buddha light suddenly struck.
Qiao Wan raised their heads one after another.
Immediately, several disciples of Fanxin Temple in cassocks stood condescendingly on the mountain wall.
Ye Xiyuan raised his head and glanced at it unsurprisingly: "You are late."
"Come early, it's better to come by coincidence." A disciple of Fanxin Temple, headed by him, jumped off the mountain wall lightly and said with a smile, "Friend Ye, do you think it is true or not?"
Hold.
There are reinforcements and rearguards!
Qiao Wan and the disciples of Guangming Hall both snorted, and a few words clearly emerged in their brains.
They are finished.
Shandao Academy is crazy! This is a trap set, please enter the urn!
The rain formed a line, poured out of the sky with a clatter, and hit the mountain road.
The group of Fanxin Temple, their cassocks were wet by the rain, and they were wet and pressed against their bodies, all of them looked arrogant, looking at the eyes of Qiao Wan and the group, as if they were looking at the dead.
"Kill or not?" Fanxin Temple glanced at the dismayed disciple of Guangming Temple.
Ye Xiyuan glanced at it and said lightly, "It's all here, and the grass has to be rooted out."
In an understatement, the fate of the group in front of them was decided.
The tide of battle has turned again.
Zen staff, baguettes, and swords go hand in hand.
The knife fell, and this time, it was simply a one-sided slaughter.
No one is willing to be treated as fish and meat on the chopping board and be slaughtered by others. At the same time that Fanxin Temple and Shandao Academy started to move, Qiao Wan and the disciples of Guangming Temple also moved.
Resist!
This time, the fighting on the mountain road was more intense.
The rain fell faster and harder.
At this moment, Ye Xiyuan suddenly took a step back and lifted the dark cloak, "Aren't you going to take a look?"
"Look at what you fellow practitioners have done to save you."
Under the cloak, a familiar face appeared.
Qiao Wan pulled out his sword with all his strength, turned his head, and his eyes fell on Cen Qingyou through the rain curtain.
The young man was in ragged clothes, with a little blood splattered on his plum-blossom white robe, and his fair and handsome face, now it seems, how can he not get along with Junmei.
In the dark eyes, it reflected the struggle of Qiao Wan's group on the edge of life and death.
The rain fell down Cen Qingyou's slender eyelashes, dizzy and blurry in front of his eyes.
Seeing that Qiao Wan didn't notice for a while and was kicked to the ground, after half a second, Cen Qingyou finally spoke.
Ye Xiyuan was a little surprised, this was the first time he had spoken in the past few days.
In the past few days, he has been seeing with his eyes, measuring the world with his eyes, instead of speaking.
After rushing for so long and without water to drink, Cen Qingyou's voice was a little hoarse, but it was still very gentle, like the gurgling water outside a mountain temple.
"I want to have a word with her."
This she refers to Qiao Wan.
Looking at Cen Qingyou, Ye Xiyuan's mind was slightly stunned, but before he regained his senses, his body took a quick step and agreed.
Realizing this, Ye Xiyuan's brows wrinkled, and an ominous premonition suddenly appeared in his heart, as if something had been opened by their own hands and released.
The young man walked in front of Qiao Wan step by step, knelt down in front of Qiao Wan, was silent for a long time, took the initiative to take off the Bodhizi hair ornament on his forehead, and stuffed it into Qiao Wan's hand.
Bodhi seed hair accessories are slightly cool.
Cen Qingyou touched Qiao Wan's hand.
Fingertips touched, it was amazingly cold.
Qiao Wan raised his eyes to look at him, and immediately understood what he wanted to do. With great effort, he squeezed a hoarse word out of his throat, and clenched Cen Qingyou's fingers with his backhand.
"do not."
Between the five fingers, the young man didn't say a word, he held her hand tightly, a touch of warmth passed through the cold skin, little by little.
Cen Qingyou freed up a hand and touched Qiao Wan's cold face.
"Xin Yi, enough is enough, you are my friend."
It is enough to do this step.
He looked down at Qiao Wan's face, silently, as if to engrave Qiao Wan's current appearance, stroke by stroke, deeply in his heart.
You see, in this world, you don't have the strength to decide your own life, but others decide your life.
Qiao Wan took a deep breath, stretched out her hand and grabbed the wrists of the two or five boys in front of her.
She doesn't want to be friends with the blue-eyed evil Buddha!
Even if she doesn't care, Senior Brother is definitely not happy!
But Cen Qingyou gently flicked her hand away, tapped Qiao Wan twice, the aura went retrograde, rampaging in her body, and Qiao Wan's eyes suddenly darkened.
Then, the boy stood up slowly, the rain fell on his eyelashes, and green light rolled through his dark pupils, like a ghost fire.
He glanced at Qiao Wan, and the moment his eyes met, his aura seemed to have also changed. His eyes were as calm as a deep green pool. Under the deep pool, there were countless tired bones sleeping, resentful, evil, and hostile. Surrender to the shoes of the youth.
Rain fell.
Coldly, drop by drop hit Qiao Wan, dripping down the eyelashes, along the arc of the chin, and seeping into the collar.
The boy turned to leave.
In a daze, it seemed that a sword had stabbed into her heart, and the retrograde aura gathered in her chest, firmly protecting her heart.
She failed to bring Cen Er back for Mrs. Cen.
Still too weak, he was put together by Shandao Academy and played around a lot.
It was between life and death, Qiao Wan was expressionless, clenched her back molars, still thinking.
Hold.
She really is a 24K pure evil pen.
The blood flowed down little by little, and the warm blood, as soon as it flowed out, was immediately dispersed by the rain, and floated into the distance along the running water on the ground, spreading a thin red under the body.
Qiao Wan's whole body slowly became cold, and there was only one thought left in his mind.
Why is she so hard?
At the moment when the consciousness is about to go away, a human voice seems to come out from a far away place.
A soft and crisp female voice.
"Uncle Shi! It's your fault for waiting! Look, she's dying!"
The answer to this voice was a calm and powerful male voice.
"It's not too late, it's just in time."
There was a very subtle "crackling" movement above her head, and someone opened an umbrella above her head.
Qiao Wan opened her eyelids with great effort, only to see the corners of a piece of blue cloth.
Looking up, it was a large pale hand with well-defined joints, holding the umbrella handle tightly.
"Want to live?" The male voice said lightly, "Agree to a request, and I will save you. Not only that, but also help you resolve the devilish energy."
Without waiting for Qiao Wan to speak, or to think about it, thinking that Qiao Wan could not speak at this time, the man said the request word by word and loudly.
"I'll save you, how about you be the head of our academy?"