Badu saw that the treasure distributed by Wolong Temple was actually destroyed by Yan Yun, and he was angry and angry. He raised his hands to resist the stick.

However, Yan Yun's stick was extremely fast, and it fell on the Tianling Cover of Badu without any suspense. When the Yin Han stick was raised by Yan Yun, Badu's hands were blocked.

My head was dizzy in an instant, and a muffled groan squeezed out of Badu's mouth. At the same time, a mouthful of blood was spitting out of his mouth.

Since Yan Yun had the intention to kill three people, he could not continue to attack. He flashed his body and reached behind Badu. The Yin Han stick immediately fell on the acquired spirit cover of Badu.

With a bang, Ba felt like his head was about to explode. The fall of the stick not only caused pain, but also dizziness.

Seeing Yan Yun so cruel, the remaining two lay Buddhists were stunned. The two thoughts changed, and they hit Yan Yun with a long stick and spear in their hands and stabbed Yan Yun. The two suddenly attacked, and Yan Yun just dodged sideways, but it was too late.

It's right.

The long stick fell on his body and caused purple blood stasis. Yan Yun felt the pain and great force. The spear pierced the flesh on his back and inserted it into the ribs of his back. Yan Yun felt a chill.

Yin Han stick was pulled back, Yan Yun endured the pain in his body. Without saying a word, he hit Badu's neck with a stick. Although Badu had no power to fight back at this moment, he would recover soon, if he didn't put it now.

If he is killed, it will be troublesome again.

When the two lay Buddhists saw Yan Yun hit him with a stick, they were shocked and pulled back their weapons and attacked Yan Yun again.

The Yinhan stick fell on Badu's neck, and the kite with broken string flew out as shown in the picture. The long stick hit Yan Yun's calves bend, and the spear pierced Yan Yun's back and penetrated.

And come out.

Blood dripped down the tip of the gun on his abdomen. Yan Yun grabbed the tip and turned around and shot Yin Han stick at the layman who used the gun.

Looking at the Yinhan Stick coming with the sound of breaking through the air, the layman immediately relaxed his palm and retreated to dodge, and the layman who used the long stick hit Yan Yun's face.

He hit the face with one stick. Yan Yun's cheeks immediately became purple and swollen. Fortunately, this long stick was just an ordinary thing and would not have taken Yan Yun's life.

At this moment, Yan Yun moved his palm and the spear that penetrated his abdomen from his back was put into Sumi's sleeves. In an instant, he held the silver cold stick and beat the lay Buddhist in front of him.

With one stick falls, the layman who uses the stick can only dodge, and Yan Yun flashes his body and arrives in front of the layman who has lost his weapon. He hits the head and falls with a silver cold stick. The layman who has lost his weapon is soft

Descend to the ground.

After squeezing the layman's head a few times, Yan Yun then looked at the layman who used the stick.

Seeing another lay Buddhist Baduyu being beaten to death by Yan Yun's stick, the lay Buddhist was obviously a little scared. But after looking at Yan Yun's bloody abdomen, he gritted his teeth and rushed over with a long stick.

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After breathing a long breath, Yan Yun greeted him, and the silver cold stick in his hand hit him horizontally with all his strength. The lay Buddhist used his best to drop the long stick towards Yan Yun's head.

The next second, Yan Yun's silver cold stick fell first. With one stick, the layman instantly felt a sense of pain from the upper part of his temple and his head was dizzy. For a moment, the stick in his hand stopped.

If this layman was not in the eighth stage of the body, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

Although the layman who was using the stick was not killed, Yan Yun saw the man's eyes rolling up quickly, and he knew that he was sure to win. Gripping his teeth, Yan Yun's silver cold stick slightly pulled away and fell on a stick.

This is on the temple of the layman.

The layman Zhigang made a muffled groan, and he had already thought of his own ending in his heart. The Yinhan Lan that Yan Yun fell down again made the layman Zhigang stay without any thoughts.

These things are long, but they happened within ten seconds. After taking over the Yin Han stick, Yan Yun looked at the black shadow behind him, endured the pain, gritted his teeth, and flashed into the distance.

And because there were three corpses left in place, a dark shadow was not coming to chase Yan Yun.

Hiding behind a stalactite, Yan Yun watched the black shadow disappear from his sight and breathed a sigh of relief. After setting up a white light formation, Yan Yun began to check his injuries.

There is a wound stabbed by a spear on the back. There is a spear piercing through the wound from the waist to the abdomen, and a swollen stick mark on the cheek.

Yan Yun just crushed the gunshot wounds from the back with Fo Guang Dan and sprinkled them on them with powder, and then wrapped them with a long cloth.

Yan Yun was a little troubled with the wound from the waist to the abdomen. What should he do? His internal organs were cut and torn apart. With his current methods, he could not cure them at all. He was worried. Yan

Yun suddenly realized, and covered a small red crystal in his hand and started to activate the Fiery Art.

The flames burned, and Yan Yun turned into a skeleton in one minute. Feeling the pain in his body disappeared, Yan Yun breathed a sigh of relief. After eating a hundred kilograms of flesh and blood, he was thinking about recovering the flesh and blood.

The flesh and whiskers came out. A few seconds later, Yan Yun's body recovered from its original state, and the wound on his body disappeared, but the purple-black stick marks still existed. It seemed that it was because there was no wound on his face.

Will remain.

"Hu" let out a long breath, Yan Yun sat underground. Although the wound disappeared, Yan Yun felt his body's weakness. This weakness cannot be compensated by flesh and blood. Now Yan Yun can only say that he can only say

The injury was just suppressed. It took a long time to recover. However, this was an excellent thing for Yan Yun.

Looking at the darkness around, Yan Yun let out a breath and lit the fire. Although there is no place to obtain wood and firewood, Yan Yun wants to see the flames and sit in the fire.

Get warm next to the pile.

There was nothing to say all night. When the moon appeared, Yan Yun jogged to the place where Yu Badu and others fought yesterday. If he could find the Sumi-Secret sleeves of the three of them, it would be a good harvest.

In the distance, some white bones were scattered on the ground. Yan Yun ran away and saw three Sumeru sleeves scattered and couldn't help but feel more joy on his face. It seemed that these black shadows were only interested in flesh and blood.

After taking out all the three Sumi sleeves, Yan Yun put a Sumi sleeve of about three cubic meters on his arm. As for the two Sumi sleeves left, Yan Yun could only lose them because Sumi.

Each person can only wear two sleeves.

Seeing that there was nothing else around, Yan Yun walked slowly towards the light spot in the distance, and soon disappeared from his sight...

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Chapter completed!