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Chapter 621 Retreat

The bones on Yang Wei's butt were cracked, and he couldn't stand up in pain. He could only sit on the ground and launch an attack with his palms.

However, even so, he can still compete with a group of mid- and late-stage martial artists in the realm.

Shen Lang meditated on the spot for a minute and quickly digested the medicinal power of Runhui Dan.

Soon, he stood up again, but he couldn't exert much strength.

Shen Lang looked at Ye Chao who was standing beside him, immediately ran up and stuffed a Runhui Pill into Ye Chao's mouth.

Soon, Ye Chao slowly opened his eyes and vomited a mouthful of black blood.

"Uncle Ye, how do you feel?" Shen Lang asked.

Ye Chao's strength also recovered a little and waved his hand: "It's okay!"

The battle situation center.

"Boom!" Chu Wu slashed a sword energy towards Yang Wei.

Yang Wei shook the sword energy with one hand.

Wang Lihong slapped him with one palm, and Yang Wei also shook him back with one palm.

Everyone worked together to launch an attack, and Yang Wei hit the palm of his hand, which could all be resolved, and the more they fought, they became more and more fierce.

Although Yang Wei was sitting on the ground, a group of martial artists could not do anything to him.

In addition, Chu Wu, Fahai, Zheng Shuai, Wang Lihong and other masters in the late stage of the Interrogation Realm were all injured, and the two sides were in a stalemate.

Yang Wei looked at Shen Lang with extremely resentful eyes. He wished he could chop Shen Lang into meat sauce. If it weren't for Shen Lang, he would have killed these clowns long ago.

Yang Wei was still a little afraid of Shen Lang. This kid was obviously in the middle stage of the questioning realm, how could the punch just now be able to exert such great power?

Because the number of people in the Yin and Yang Sect is inferior to the number of martial arts practitioners on Longshou Peak, it is also suppressed, and Yang Wei's face is full of gloomy.

Although Yang Wei is arrogant, he is not mentally retarded. If this continues, the situation will be detrimental to him. He needs to recuperate for a few days and wait for the injury on his butt to heal.

At that time, he would not let go of any of them, especially Shen Lang!

"All Yin and Yang Sect disciples obey the orders, please withdraw them!" Yang Wei shouted loudly, and the true energy surged in his throat, and the sound spread for several miles, like thunder pouring into his ears.

When they heard this, the disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect threw away their armor and turned around and fled in scattered ways.

Yang Wei's face was ferocious and his aura suddenly increased. He used all his skills to shake off all the late-stage martial artists who were besieging him with his palm power. He also killed two mid-stage martial artists in the field of Wen.

Chu Wu and others couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Yang Wei was so powerful when he was sitting and fighting. If they fought hard, they might not be able to survive.

Seeing that Yang Wei was about to withdraw, Chu Wu and others suddenly felt relieved.

After fighting for so long, their consumption was too great. If they continued to fight like this, their lives would probably be gone.

"Boy, you dare to hurt me, I will write down this grudge! Let me tell you, even if you run away, I will find the ends of the world. I will not let go of all the people who have something to do with you!" Yang Wei glared at Shen Lang fiercely and shouted loudly.

He was a little afraid that Shen Lang would run away. This kid had such strength at such a young age. Maybe his future would be bright in the future. Yang Wei would kill the danger in the cradle.

Shen Lang ignored Yang Wei. He was seriously backfired by the Seven Injury Fist and did not have one ten. He could do this by relying on the effect of Runhui Pill, otherwise Shen Lang would not be able to stand up even if he stood up.

In order to prevent Yang Wei from attacking him, Shen Lang did not appear near Yang Wei. However, Yang Wei's threat made Shen Lang look a little ugly.

Shen Lang didn't think too much, so he turned around and went to find Chu You'er behind.

"Damn it, why don't you come here and help me leave!" Yang Wei shouted at the elders of the Yin-Yang Sect who were still in the battle group.

Several elders of the Yin-Yang Sect who were hiding from all over the world immediately ran over, and one of them pulled Master Mie Jue on the grass and quickly rushed towards Yang Wei.

Yang Wei slapped his palms on the ground and his whole body soared into the air.

"The wind swept the remaining clouds!"

With a loud shout, Yang Wei pushed his palms downwards, and a huge palm wind attacked the mid- and late-stage martial artists.

The martial arts practitioners were shocked and all came out to resist.

Taking advantage of this time, an elder of the Yin-Yang Sect hugged Yang Wei and ran away.

"Retreat, withdraw me!" Yang Wei shouted, and a group of disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect retreated from the battle.

In a blink of an eye, the disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect retreated one after another.

Yang Wei was also carried onto his big golden dragon chair by an elder of the Yin-Yang Sect, and just sat down.

"Ouch!" Yang Wei screamed, and a heart-wrenching pain came from his butt.

"Master, are you okay?" asked an elder of the Yin-Yang Sect.

"Get out! Do you think I look like I'm fine?" Yang Wei roared furiously.

Several elders of the Yin-Yang Sect who were carrying the golden dragon chair were silent one by one.

The more than 300 disciples sent by Yin and Yang died, and Yang Wei also showed a look of flesh pain on his face. Damn, if Shen Lang hadn't successfully attacked him, he wouldn't have been delayed for so long, and he hadn't killed those clowns.

There was a piece of wolf smoke at the entrance of Longshou Peak, countless casualties, and blood stains everywhere.

Among the three major families and three sects, countless martial arts were killed or injured. Fortunately, all the martial arts practitioners in the late stage of the Wen Realm were still alive. Six martial arts practitioners in the middle stage of the Wen Realm died, and eight died in the early stage of the Wen Realm, and the losses were very heavy.

The heads of the heads of the Chu Wu King Li Hong and others were not in a position to be sad at this time. Yang Wei was not dead, and this devil was like a big stone that made them breathless.

You know, Yang Wei has just reached the peak of the Assessment Realm and is so powerful. If the realm is stable or breaks through to the Transformation Realm in the future, that would be fine.

"Xiao You'er, are you okay?" Shen Lang saw Chu You'er behind and immediately walked up.

Apart from her messy dress, Chu You'er was not injured, and the colorful blood on her dress was not her own.

"You are injured." Chu You'er stretched out her little hand and wiped the blood on the corner of Shen Lang's mouth, her pretty face full of concern.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Shen Lang grabbed her hand and said softly.

Chu Feng was quite miserable. He was hit in the chest by an elder of Yin and Yang Sect, and a blood mark was cut out. A lot of blood was bleeding, probably leaving scars. It was not suitable to show his pectoral muscles to the girl in the future.

Several masters in the late stage of the Inquiry Realm discussed it and decided to go back to Longshoufeng Chu family to repair it and make plans.

In this way, the heads and heads of various sects took their disciples to the Chu family to repair and heal their wounds.

After the war, corpses were everywhere and wolf smoke rose everywhere. The residents of the towns at the foot of Longshou Peak were so scared that they didn't dare to come out.

One hour later.

In the Chu Family Council Hall, all the heads and heads of the family faces were a little frozen.
Chapter completed!
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