Among them, the two people fighting against Lu Yue were directly beheaded by Lu Yue's sword when they were distracted, and they fell down one after another.
The eighth-grade Holy Saint who fought against Murong Xu also had certain injuries on his body.
Although both of them are in the eighth level, Murong Xu is only one step away from the ninth level saint, and his combat power is far superior to that of his opponent.
"You deserve to die. If you dare to kill our deputy sect master, all of you will not survive!" The old man took Murong Xu's move again, then dodged and fled in the direction he came from.
He knew very well that if he stayed any longer, he would definitely die, so he no longer cared about the fisherman with ghost hands, and it was more important to escape.
However, he obviously thought too much!
Before he could escape a distance of four to five hundred meters, a blood-red sword light had already struck behind him.
Although he sensed the cold breath of death, he could no longer avoid it, and the sword flashed past his waist.
Boom!
The two body parts fell onto the lake, causing a splash of water.
On the other side, those who were fighting Qinglong and the others also lost the slightest intention to fight and fled around.
However, how could Murong Xu and Lu Yue let them escape? In less than two minutes, they were all killed.
Eight people, in less than ten minutes, no one survived!
"Chi'er, Yoona!"
At the same time, Xuan Pang and Ghost Hand Fisherman each rescued one person and came to the shore.
The two young men had passed out and were hanging with only the last breath left. The ghost-hand fisherman looked at his two children with painful expressions on their faces.
"You give way first, I can save them!"
As Xuan Pang spoke, he took out a silver needle from his body and quickly inserted it into several important acupuncture points on the two people's bodies.
Then, he pressed one hand on one person's abdomen, and streams of true energy were poured into both of their bodies at the same time.
The ghost-hand fisherman on the side, although he still doesn't know who Ling Hao and his party are, he has no other choice but to place his hope on Xuan Pang.
After a while, Ling Hao and others came forward one after another.
cough!
About a quarter of an hour later, the two young men coughed and then slowly opened their eyes.
"Chi'er, Yoona, how are you?" After seeing the two of them wake up, the ghost-hand fisherman asked quickly.
"Father..." They both spoke at the same time, looking much better than before.
"Don't talk yet. Your injuries are serious. Give me some more time!" Xuan Pang said in a deep voice.
"Thank you... thank you..." the two of them replied.
The ghost-hand fisherman also showed a look of gratitude on his face. In any case, the lives of his two children should have been saved.
About half an hour later, Xuan Pang took back his palm and stood up.
"How are you, little brother, Chi'er and the others?" Ghost Hand Fisherman looked at Xuan Pang and asked.
"The danger period has passed. I will give you a prescription later and let them take it for half a month." Xuan Pang replied.
"Thank you, thank you very much!" The ghost-hand fisherman was completely relieved.
"Thank you for saving me!" The two young men stood up and bowed to Xuan Pang.
"Don't thank me. If you want to thank me, just thank my elder brother!" Xuan Pang smacked his lips and responded.
"Thank you for your help, brother!" The ghost-hand fisherman then bowed to Ling Hao and thanked him: "I wonder what I call you, brother?"
While speaking, I was filled with wonder.
Putting aside everything else, the strength that Ling Hao showed before was enough to shock him!
At the age of less than thirty years old, he has the cultivation level of the Eighth Grade Holy Saint, and he can easily kill a strong man who is half a step above the Divine Emperor Realm.
With such a genius, even people from the ancestral family will feel inferior to him!
He really couldn't think of when such a genius appeared in the Central Territory!
