She just hopes that Jiang Xiaofeng can pull himself up, but she doesn't notice how terrifying her expression is at this moment.
As for Jiang Xiaofeng, he was not so scared that he was stunned.
While he was shocked by the terrifying power of the bearded monk in front of him, he felt wise about his decision not to rush forward just now.
If my head got hot at that time and rushed up...
Looking at the thick plasma in front of him, Jiang Xiaofeng felt that if he wanted to collect his body, he would probably have to use a spoon to scoop it.
"Senior Brother Jiang!"
Another scream finally pulled Jiang Xiaofeng's thoughts back.
Seeing the female cultivator rushing towards him, Jiang Xiaofeng reacted for a moment before connecting the hideous and terrifying face with the familiar face not long ago.
The female cultivator rushed forward, and the beard holding a war halberd followed slowly.
It seems that he really intends to catch everyone present in one go.
Jiang Xiaofeng dared not look at the weapons in the other party's hands.
The red and black edge that the battle halberd sucked was like an abyss and a bloody light. When you glanced at it, it seemed like facing a great disaster and great destruction.
He took a deep breath and stretched out his hand toward the cultivator who was rushing towards him: "Junior sister! Give me your hand!"
"Xiaofeng!" The female cultivator was so excited that tears were about to burst out.
True love is revealed in times of adversity, Jiang Xiaofeng really likes himself.
Without hesitation, she stretched out her hand: "Xiaofeng, we are quick--you!"
The female cultivator's expression instantly solidified.
When she saw Jiang Xiaofeng in front of her, she did not reach out to pull her, but pushed her straight towards her.
A strong, hitting it.
The female Xiu was caught off guard, and she flew out in the direction when she came.
There were all kinds of surprise, suspicion, annoyance, regret, and incredible expressions in her eyes.
Didn’t Jiang Xiaofeng like him? Why did he do this?
At this moment, Jiang Xiaofeng's face was full of ferociousness: "Junior sister, since you like me, please help me block him. In the future, I will definitely give you a stick of incense every year!"
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Xiaofeng turned around, used the fastest body movement, and fled to the distance.
The female cultivator's face instantly turned ashamed.
If your heart dies, your body will not be that important.
So much so that her body hit the war halberd, and the sharp blade of the war halberd penetrated her back. When it was pushed out from her chest, she just looked down at the sharp blade.
The indifferent expression seemed to be pierced by the body, not his own.
"Look, this guy is not reliable at all. I'll send him to accompany you right away."
The sound of the bearded man being close at hand came from behind.
The female cultivator subconsciously nodded.
The next moment, she felt a severe pain all over her body, and then she knew nothing.
The female cultivator shook the Eight Destroyed Gods and poked it on it, and it was split into pieces.
Chu Yan had no expression on his face and took a step towards Jiang Xiaofeng's escape.
"Wanli Leisure!"
How could the duck in the pot let you fly?
Feeling the explosion of the air behind him being oppressed, Jiang Xiaofeng subconsciously turned his head and looked at him, and was immediately frightened and terrified.
The last moment was a beard of at least twenty -thirty -thirty -thirty -thirty -thirty was beard, and now I am in front of me!
"I was wrong!"
At this time, Jiang Xiaofeng made a move that Chu Yan didn't expect at all.
He yelled, turned suddenly, and kneeling down again.
There was a loud bang, and because of inertia, Jiang Xiaofeng's body suddenly fell backwards. After falling several times, he fell steadily to the ground again.
But when he landed again, he still kept kneeling on the ground, facing Chu Yan's direction.
This move is quite skillful and decisive, as if it has been practiced countless times in advance.
There is dust on my face, I don’t wipe it, my clothes are messy and I don’t tidy up.
At this moment, Jiang Xiaofeng was particularly firm in begging for mercy.
"We offended the seniors. Please spare a life for the sake of our sect monks."
After saying that, Jiang Xiaofeng hit the ground with a loud bang.
Waiting for a while, I saw that the other party did not respond.
As if he had remembered something, he hurriedly took out his storage bag from his arms, held it with both hands and raised it high above his head: "This is my storage bag, now it belongs to his predecessor."
"What's there?"
Finally, after a moment of incomparable torment, the other party finally reacted.
If there is a reaction, it is a good thing.
Jiang Xiaofeng was overjoyed, but this mood naturally would not be expressed on his face.
"This is what I have obtained in the past three months at the Wan Yao Burial Site. Oh, by the way, congratulations to seniors, my storage bags are now all from seniors!"
Jiang Xiaofeng raised his head, looking happy for Chu Yan.
If he hadn't been worried that he would perform too much, Jiang Xiaofeng would want to jump up and applaud now.
"Open." Chu Yan looked down at the other party and said coldly.
In fact, Chu Yan was very upset at this moment.
Push your fellow disciples to block your own sword. Now that your fellow disciples are tragically dead, it would be fine if you don’t avenge your fellow disciples, but you haven’t cheered yet.
This behavior is worse than that of animals.
Chu Yan hasn't killed Jiang Xiaofeng yet, but he is just worried about whether the other party's storage bag is doing anything.
Last time he took the Withered Frost Heart, he was taught by snake venom. Chu Yan was unwilling to bear it again.
Not to mention the trivial matter of opening his own storage bag, he is willing to live and let him open his legs.
He poured everything in the storage bag in front of Chu Yan, and Jiang Xiaofeng looked up at Chu Yan with a flattering face.
"Senior, these things belong to you now. Please accept them with a smile. There are fewer things and a little shabby, but this is also my wish."
Jiang Xiaofeng looked shameless: "And our Wanhaimen had no grudges with his predecessors, this time it was just an accident..."
"Who told you there is no hatred?"
Chu Yan snorted coldly and interrupted the other party.
Jiang Xiaofeng's face froze. Before he could open his mouth again, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest.
He lowered his head and saw the other party's domineering halberd, which had pierced into his chest at this moment.
The wild sharp blade almost divided his chest to his lower abdomen into two at this moment.
Because the sharp blade was too sharp, it took a moment to see his blood slowly fainting from the wound like rice paper stained with ink.
"I, you..." Jiang Xiaofeng opened his mouth and wanted to speak.
But as soon as my mouth opened, blood gushed out of my throat.
He really wanted to say: Why don’t you follow the rules? If you say you have grudges, at least you have to tell me. You just started without saying anything. This is too unprotective.
Unfortunately, he never had the chance to say this again.
The Eight Desolate God-Destroying Spear suddenly stomped, and Jiang Xiaofeng's body instantly exploded into a thick mass of flesh and blood.