The Master Wuyan is like a peaceful judge of life and death, in the calmest and gentlest way, hooking the target on the life and death book with the flying knife in his hand, without anger, excitement, and pain. He reaps life without his own business, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one

There were fewer and fewer enemies in front of him, but there were more and more dead bodies on the ground. However, Liang Xiwen's expression became more and more serious. She could see that his master was almost at the end of his strength. Although he still showed his unparalleled power, he was a little heavier than the calmness and elegance he used to point his sword.

More than fifty people fell in pools of blood and remained motionless. The flying knife in the hand of Wutian Master had stained many people's blood. However, his strength did not make the rest of the men in black retreat. They forced themselves to die with a kind of iron nerve, and the masked man also kept watching the battle as if he were horizontal.

"You guys go."

Suddenly, the slowly retreating Mage Wutian stopped. There was no one standing on the ground beside him. Around him, countless men in black dress were lying in a pool of blood with masks. There was no living mouth. No matter how fierce and fierce the cold wind was, it was difficult to blow away the blood.

The setting sun is like blood! The Wutian Mage stood between the broken limbs and broken arms like hell, and his gray clothes were covered with more than a dozen sad blood flowers. He bent down and put his knife in his heart and curled up like a big shrimp. The thick blood slowly flowed down the blade, dyeing the blue-gray grass into a red color.

This time the cough was longer and more intense than any other time. The face of Wutian Master showed an irrepressible expression of pain. He coughed with great difficulty. His pale face had turned gray and purple, and his long hair was fluttering freely. However, he quickly returned to calm, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up straight again, and no one dared to underestimate him.

The Wuyan Master ignored the remaining masked man and several enemies, and killed nearly a hundred enemies, and issued an order in a plain tone: "Xiwen, you are useless to stay here, but will drag my attack instead. Let's take your two junior brothers back to Qingmen. Don't worry, I will go back!"

I will definitely try my best to go back alive, and believe in the Master who never breaks his promise."

"Let's go!" During the third scolding of Master Wutian, Liang Xiwen still shook his head stubbornly. Although she knew that her departure was more beneficial than disadvantages, her emotions made her unable to abandon Master Wutian at all. She could obey Master Wutian's instructions countless times, but this time she would never let the master cut off the back.

What's more, she had already sent a signal to the four swordsmen to ask for help, and the Qingmen disciples would soon rush here to surround the attackers, so she would stay and delay for a while. She believed that with her master's domineeringness and her strength, she could somehow support the attack of the last ten people and resolve the crisis.

"Pu!" Just as Liang Xiwen bit her lip, the finger of the Wutian master was already touching her neck. Liang Xiwen instantly fainted in front of her. When two Qingmen children supported her in time, Wutian master spoke in a plain voice: "She will sleep for two hours, you two will bring Liang Xiwen back to the mountain gate."

He also whispered in the ears of both of them, and added as their faces changed drastically: "Be careful all the way."

While the two Qingmen disciples were hesitating and wanted to say something, Master Wutian had already pinched the flying knife and walked forward, and at the same time said a few words to them: "Don't say anything, go quickly, otherwise you will find it difficult to protect the unconscious senior sister later, go back to the mountain gate."

The two sighed and could only obey.

Just as they took Liang Xiwen to retreat slowly, two people flashed out of the sides to shoot flying knives and wanted to intercept them, but before their hands were lifted up, two sharp arrows shot into their chests from the hands of Wuyan. The huge momentum made them move backwards until they were blocked by a tree.

"It's enough to do it to me."
Chapter completed!