Ye Cheng hurriedly rushed towards Long Xingyun. This guy was already running out of gas. If he didn't dare to go in, there would only be two endings for him. One was to be torn apart by the green-haired monster, and the other was to be infuriated.
After exhaustion, the level of internal energy has dropped, and he will definitely be knocked back to the intermediate level.
At first glance, Long Xingyun's armor was soaked red with blood, and his pale face had a trace of bluish-black. He was obviously poisoned by the corpse poison of these green-haired monsters, and he barely waved the long sword in his hand.
Ye Cheng punched the green-haired monster hard on the back, and hit its head with a fierce whip. The latter broke into pieces with a "bang" like a watermelon exploding.
With a flash of his body, he grabbed Long Xingyun's back with both fists. He endured the stinging pain in his wrist, raised his leg and kicked hard. With the force of the counter-shock, his body swept to the end.
In front of a green-haired monster, a heavy cone with his right hand penetrated its belly, followed closely by his left hand, and with a violent tear, the green-haired monster was torn apart, and it suddenly dispersed in the air.
There was a strong fishy smell.
Ye Cheng supported Long Xingyun, who was falling down, and quickly stuffed the remaining Rejuvenation Pill into his mouth, put the Thousand Poison Pills into his arms, and at the same time transferred his own true energy into his body, thus saving his life.
It saved his life and didn't let him fall down due to the exhaustion of his inner strength.
The situation on the other side of the stone is not serious. Although it is surrounded by many zombies and green-haired monsters, those monsters have been crushed into minced meat by virtue of their natural advantages. However, Caiyi, who is lying on his shoulders, has long been closed.
Close your eyes and dare not look at this disgusting scene again.
"The Maoshan sect is nothing more than that. They only dare to hide and be mice and deal with the dead. If you want the demon-slaying sword, come out quickly. Otherwise, if I'm in a bad mood one day, I'll take it to the cesspit to stir up trouble!" Ye Cheng deliberately angered.
Maoshan disciples hiding in the dark.
"You bastard, how dare you disrespect me, the Maoshan sect!"
As soon as he finished speaking, three people walked out from behind the tomb seven or eight feet away. The leader was a middle-aged man. The three of them were dressed in blue-black Taoist robes with a brown-yellow underlay.
The middle-aged man came to a stop outside Yecheng Sanzhang and shouted: "Boy, God is kind to you. Hand over my demon-suppressing sword. I won't embarrass you. If you persist in your obsession, don't blame Taoist Master and my men for being ruthless!"
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The battle on the other side of the stone has also ended. Although there are many wounds on his body, they are not fatal. As soon as Caiyi saw Ye Cheng, he jumped down in a hurry and threw himself into his arms. He was frightened by the isolation and helplessness just now.
She may be naturally afraid of these nagging things, it's just a girl's nature.
Seeing that everyone was fine, Ye Cheng finally felt relieved. He looked at the middle-aged man with a cold face and said sarcastically: "You want the Demon-Suppressing Sword? Yes! But I must explain everything today.
, otherwise you won’t be able to get it even if you kill me!”
The middle-aged Taoist's expression turned cold and he stared at Ye Cheng. After ten breaths, he sighed and whispered: "I can make up for what happened today! A high-level martial arts book and a high-quality sword.
What do you think of giving you 100,000 taels of medical treatment?"
"What money do I have with me? A sword? Is it comparable to my brother's sword? As for martial arts, we all have excellent martial arts skills! I think you are not sincere at all!" Ye Cheng replied disdainfully.
"Boy, don't push yourself too far!" A disciple behind the middle-aged Taoist finally couldn't stand Ye Cheng's arrogance and shouted angrily.
"Talk too much!" the middle-aged Taoist reprimanded him. He pondered for a while and then said: "Little brother, I see that you are facing the enemy with bare hands. In addition to the conditions just now, I will add another two hundred thousand taels of silver and Cangxue gloves.
"One pair"
"Oh? Have you brought all these things with you? Don't tell me that I have to go to Maoshan with you to get them. That would be ridiculous!"
When the middle-aged Taoist heard that there was something going on, he hurriedly said: "No, I have all these things with me. As long as you agree, I can exchange them with you right away!"
Ye Cheng looked happy and said in a pretentious manner: "You want me to think about this. I will discuss it with my brother. You guys will wait a while!"
"Okay, little brothers, please discuss slowly. As for the silver taels, I can add another hundred thousand taels!"
Ye Cheng dragged Caiyi and walked to Long Xingyun. He looked a little worried and asked in a low voice: "Xingyun, how is your injury?"
Long Xingyun slowly opened his eyes, his face was still slightly pale, but the green and black color had disappeared. He sent the Thousand Poison Pills to Ye Cheng and said with a labored smile: "It's not a big problem.
It’s just that the energy has been consumed too much, and I’m afraid it will take a night’s rest to recover!”
"Okay, it's okay! You have a good rest, we can leave in a while!"
Caiyi asked unwillingly: "Brother, do we really want to give them the Demon-Suppressing Sword? How about you run away with Shitou, and we will die once!"
Ye Cheng smiled softly, pinched her nose, and said softly: "These guys pretended to be ghosts to scare you in the front, hurt Xingyun in the back, and now they want to redeem the Demon Sword with this little thing."
Go, it’s just wishful thinking!”
Caiyi was a little confused and said with big eyes: "Then you ask him if he has money and equipment to do what? Let's just run away!"
Ye Cheng's expression turned cold, and he said with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes: "Those things are the interest they have to pay!"
Long Xingyun asked with some worry: "Would it be risky to do this? The middle-aged Taoist is very strong, and the two disciples are also weak. Do you want to delay it for a while? After I recover some strength,
Do it!"
"No need, that middle-aged Taoist is only a middle-level senior at most, almost like a stone, otherwise he would have taken action long ago, and he wouldn't be nagging us. As for the two younger ones, I can take care of them by myself! By the way, you
Do you still have the elixirs around you?"
Long Xingyun took out a medicine bottle, handed it to Ye Cheng, and said regretfully: "Most of them were used just now, only two pills of transformation pills and one pill of Juli powder are left!"
"That's enough, Caiyi, stay with Xingyun! I'll make a fortune again tonight, and I'll share it with you later!"
Ye Cheng took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the middle-aged man, smiling slightly and said: "My brother has already agreed, but I hope that the Maoshan sect will not cause us any trouble in the future!"
The middle-aged Taoist's face was filled with joy, and he thought that he had finally completed his mission. As long as he brought the Demon-Suppressing Sword back to the Maoshan Sect, everyone would look down on him. When the headmaster abdicates, he would compete for the position of headmaster.
He felt more confident and said excitedly: "Little brother, don't worry about these things. Maoshan disciples will never trouble you again in the future, even if you are also my Maoshan friends,"
The two parties were already less than two feet apart. Ye Cheng saw that the joy in the middle-aged Taoist's eyes was not false. He turned around and rushed to Long Xingyun, shouting: "Brother, then I will hand the things to them!"
The middle-aged Taoist had just been wary of Ye Cheng's sudden turn, but after hearing the other party's shouting, his worries were completely relieved.
The moment Ye Cheng turned around, he already held a javelin upright in his hand. It was the same one he had robbed in Xiangyang. He suddenly turned around, and the javelin with a blue light in his hand screamed fiercely.
It was driven hard into the chest of a Maoshan disciple. This sudden change made the middle-aged Taoist stunned, and then he became furious and stabbed Ye Cheng's neck with the long sword.
Before Ye Cheng could dodge, Shi Shi, who was following him, had already slapped him on the head with a palm as big as a cattail leaf fan. The middle-aged man had no choice but to return his sword to defend. He was tightly entangled with the stone and had no time to attack Ye Cheng again.
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But Ye Cheng turned his head quietly, stared at the remaining Maoshan disciple, and said with a strange smile: "Did you have fun just now? Now it's my turn!"
With a slight tap on the ground, his figure had already swept to the right side of this Maoshan disciple. He put the five fingers of his right hand together and aimed at his neck before stabbing him.
Nowadays, with his combat experience and knowledge, it can be said that he is the best among many players. For example, he restrained Xiao Wu with one move in Wujiang Town that day. That move can be said to be his most classic move. Quickly
, ruthlessness, accuracy and timing can all be said to be impeccable.
This ruthless and precise move immediately caused the young Maoshan disciple to panic. He hadn't moved even half a step, and even the sword in the scabbard had only been drawn halfway. He looked at the palm that had been inserted into his neck in disbelief.
The last thought before he died was how could he move so fast.
In fact, it was not because of how fast Ye Cheng moved, nor because of his extreme panic. In his mind, at that moment, it was as if a thousand-jin boulder was tied to his body. There was no longer a person in his eyes, but a head of hair exuding...
A dead beast.
Having been mentally oppressed by two peerless masters, Ye Cheng has been able to appreciate the power at that level. This is because of his own good luck. If it were not for the protection of the ice soul, even if he has an advanced first-level, it would be difficult for him.
Surviving under that kind of mental attack would make it even more impossible to use this ability.
When Ye Cheng stared closely at this Maoshan disciple, he also had an intuition in his heart. No matter what reaction the other party made, he would know it. He could even feel his movements from every breath and every breath of the other party.
state.
Shitou threw the corpse down with his hand, and the battle between Shitou and the middle-aged Taoist was also fierce. Relying on his flexible body, he kept dodging in the shadow of the sword. Unfortunately, this Taoist's swordsmanship was only average, and he was quick.
It's not as good as Qingcheng, not as smooth as Wudang, not as clever as Emei, not as stable as Quanzhen, not as dangerous as Huashan, and can only survive with its internal strength.
Of course, Ye Cheng would not let them have a fair duel. Taking advantage of the other party's refusal, he kicked the Taoist from behind and hit him on the waist, causing the middle-aged Taoist in the duel to break out in a cold sweat. Only then did he notice that the original disciple had already
He was killed, and he was horrified. In just a few dozen breaths, he killed his disciple. Isn't this even more powerful than himself?
Thinking of this, the middle-aged Taoist had already planned to escape. Unfortunately, he was tightly entangled by the stone and could not realize his plan. The strong wind behind him was about to touch his body. With a cruel heart, he forced the stone back with a sword and tried his best to push away the stone.
He moved his body sideways to avoid the key points on his back.
"boom"
The leg touched the flesh, causing the middle-aged Taoist to vomit a large mouthful of blood. The three types of damage were enough to inflict damage to even an advanced mid-level master. The ferocious and explosive internal force, the scorching fire damage and the toxicity of the Five Poison Palms made this man
The Maoshan sect master was immediately seriously injured, and Ye Cheng was also shocked back by the opponent's deep internal power. It took him several breaths to resolve the remaining internal power.
Seeing the Taoist who had run five or six feet away, Ye Cheng pulled out the javelin from the corpse with his backhand, threw it with all his strength, and pierced into his body with a cold light. He groaned and staggered.
After a few steps, he continued to run away.
Ye Cheng didn't even look at the man. It wasn't that he didn't want to kill someone, but the stone had already rushed over. With such serious injuries, it would be easy to capture this man.
Walking to Long Xingyun, he saw that his face was already slightly rosy, and he felt relieved. He turned sideways and held Cai Yi in his arms, and said softly: "Cai Yi, I have avenged you, who dares to do it in the future?"
I will never make it easy for him to bully you!"
Only then did Caiyi feel calm. The sudden relaxation of her nerves made her feel tired. She leaned obediently in Ye Cheng's arms, half-squinting her eyes, enjoying the peace after being frightened.
Long Xingyun, who had already recovered a lot, stood up and looked at the middle-aged Taoist who had brought back the stone. He was almost out of breath. He rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Let me see how much oil and water this guy has!" After that,
