"Forget it, the revival of hundreds of schools is just a big dream."

Among the hundreds of sons, some people sighed.

Faced with the fierce enemy, they were unable to fight back and could only wait for death.

Under the plague magical powers, no matter how powerful the person is, he becomes a ill person.

The court took the opportunity to attack and had already taken a crushing attitude. Just five people could capture all the hundreds of people present.

Today, they were completely defeated.

However, some people nodded secretly when they heard the words of the son of a famous artist. It was good.

If Yuan Ming survives, there will be hope for a hundred schools of thought to recover in the future, so they must protect Yuan Ming.

Many people were excited and wanted to exploit the few remaining powers, and before they died, they supported the Sword Immortal in Shu and the famous scholar Religious Duke.

"The mantis arm is a chariot, vulnerable."

Mr. Muye said in a deep voice that the four Confucian men who were walking with him all died at the hands of members of the hundred schools. Although the son of Zongheng, the culprit, has been killed, the other accomplices are still there.

This old Confucian master had murderous eyes and had no intention of being merciful this time.

In his opinion, even if Baizi is strongly energetic, he will only return to his mind.

According to Makino's estimate, at the other party's state, it's easy to beat ten of them by one.

"Makino, beware of the other party's tricks."

The son of the famous sect was cautious after all. Seeing that he was sure to win, he still reminded Mr. Makino to be careful.

Mr. Muye nodded and agreed, thinking that everything is good for Confucian son, but he was too cautious. If he hadn't dissuaded just now, he had already taken action to expose the appearance of the other party's paper tiger. How could it be the turn of the Sword Immortal in Shu to show off his power?

Looking sideways, the three immortal swords arrived first, and were already ahead of them, and were about to pierce into the Hundred Schools camp.

"It's one step behind."

Muye Gongzheng sighed in his heart, and suddenly a flash of light appeared from the corner of his eyes, and someone broke into this battlefield.

The son of the famous sect next to him immediately discovered the situation and "stop."

"Just two people."

Mr. Makino saw that there were only two uninvited guests, which had no major impact on the battle situation.

"Look carefully, they are from the Hundred Schools."

Sure enough, two figures flew over and came to the Baijia camp, and suddenly slowed down and fell downwards.

When the Hundred Schools of the Schools saw the visitor, they did not stop them. They were obviously from the same group.

"Two more people who died."

The White Emperor Sword Immortal snorted coldly. In their opinion, the two newcomers were in real human realm, and they could not even beat a fairy sword together.

Just as he was about to call his two companions forward, he turned around inadvertently, but found that the son of the famous sect pulled Makino and stopped.

"Don't move!"

The son of the famous sect pointed at the two figures, "These two are the sons of ascetics and the sons of medical scientists. Do you know what they are doing?"

It’s okay for the son of an ascetic, but the son of a medical scientist has great potential for the present situation.

"Can't it..."

The son of the famous sect suddenly felt a sudden slap in his heart. Could it be that the other party found a way to solve the magical powers of the Plague Tribe?

He looked around and still had no trace of Wumen. He was so anxious that he needed to discuss it, but he was not seeing anyone for a long time.

The cooperation between the imperial court and the Wumen was to contact the emperor privately, and even the senior officials of the Famous Sect did not participate, so the son of the Famous Sect could not directly talk to the Wumen.

Fortunately, the son of the famous sect didn't realize anything. Until now, he realized the importance of Wumen and could not contact him at critical moments. He felt like he was burning with fire and was extremely impatient.

The fighter opportunity was fleeting, and the worst thing was that Wumen was not there.

...

"Doctor!"

"Why are you here? Well, you're awake?"

"Okay, when you come, we will be saved."

Many hundred sons present were excited when they saw the arrival of the medical scientist's son.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the presence of a medical scientist proves that he has overcome the magical powers of the Plague Tribe.

Previously, on Mount Tai, the son of a medical scientist, had a magical power in the middle of the plague tribe. He was in a coma before, so this time, he was in the old lair and did not suffer any misfortune.

But now, the son of a medical scientist can come in person, and it is obviously recovering.

"My name, thanks to your son of the ascetic, I wouldn't be able to catch up even if I wake up."

The son of a medical scientist took the lead in saluting Yuan Ming, and then spoke to the son of a famous scholar.

After hearing this, the surrounding hundred sons woke up. It turned out that the son of a famous scholar had already prepared to let the son of an ascetic.

"You have a far-sighted vision and live up to your reputation."

Many people became more and more convinced of Mingzi and began to acknowledge that he led the Hundred Schools of Studies.

"Let's reminisce about the past later."

The son of a famous scholar asked the son of a medical scientist, "You have also seen the situation. The magical powers of our middle plague tribe are eyeing us, and we are facing a situation of destruction below. If we cannot turn it around, we will be doomed."

"Doctor, do you have a way?"

When he spoke, he stared at the son of the medical scientist, obviously he wanted to get a positive answer.

There was a silence around, and the hundred children tried their best to suppress the urge to cough, fearing that the noise would be disturbed, which would lead to the inability to hear the answer of the son of the medical scientist.

"able."

The son of the medical scientist nodded and said, "I woke up this time and finally saw some changes in the magical powers of the Plague Tribe."

"People, please look at me."

The son of the famous master nodded and turned around and walked towards the periphery, "I will block the Sword Immortal in Shu for you."

It turned out that the two of them entered the formation, and although they were shocked by the two of the famous scholars, the three sword immortals were thunderous and fierce. After hesitating for a little, they immediately drove the immortal sword and came to fight.

The night is long and the dreams are too long. The White Emperor Sword Immortal and his group decided to cut the mess quickly and not give them a chance to turn the tables.

If no one is outside, I am afraid that no matter how powerful the son of the medical scientist is, he will not be able to kill the immortal sword and rescue everyone.

"Ahem, my name, I'll be with you."

Yuan Ming coughed a few times, and he knew that if he had not helped him, the son of a famous master would not be the opponent of the three sword immortals.

The other Baizi also wanted to stop them. When they wanted to come, these two people were crucial and should be the first to receive treatment.

But the son of the medical scientist nodded, “Go!”

His words were very meaningful. Before everyone could figure it out, they heard the storm and the three immortal swords were already coming closer.

"go!"

Yuan Ming knew that he was weak and could not wander with his sword, so he reached out and pointed his hand on the walking staff.

The staff was wrapped in green light and instantly turned into a sharp sword, colliding towards the three immortal swords.

If he were in normal times, he would not be so unwise, but instead looked for opportunities to fight with him, but now he was just to gain time, so he could only bite the bullet.

Sure enough, the last moment of strength cannot last long.

The walking staff only collides with the outer light of the fairy sword, and then shows a decline and rolls back.

Fortunately, at this time, the son of a famous master took action from the side and used the scroll to block the attack of the fairy sword, which gave Xingtian Staff a chance to retreat.

"Huhh!"

Seeing this, Yuan Ming and the son of a famous master smiled bitterly. The phoenix that fell off the gear is not as good as a chicken. Now, the two of them join forces and can't even fight a sword immortal.
Chapter completed!