Ma Rui thought he was very smart, standing far behind the enemy, in a blind spot in sight, and able to avoid unnecessary trouble.

However, things went against my wishes. The bald head of Cixintang could not win. He was unwilling to explode his body of divine thoughts and the enemy's jade, nor was he willing to sacrifice himself to sacrifice his life to sit on the spot. Instead, he unexpectedly took action to tie the person closest behind him, trying to escape through the traction force of Yin and Yang fixation!

As for whom it is tied to, no one else is afraid of now except Duan Yu.

The upper body went to the left and the lower body went to the right. While enduring the tearing force, Ma Rui felt his feet empty and his whole body was thrown toward the position of the bald head by the yang force. The bald head himself rushed towards Ma Rui's position under the action of the yin force, and the two were positioned each other.

Before, Ma Rui stood behind the bald man, connected with Duan Yu and the other two, clamping the bald man forward and backward. After the Yin-Yang fixation of Fu Dao, Ma Rui was thrown into the middle of the three, and his remaining momentum was not reduced and he ran away from Duan Yu's heart. Bald man fled towards the deep dense forest directly behind, killing two birds with one stone!

Even Duan Yu was stunned by such a change!

Seeing Ma Rui dive towards him like a cannonball, his face of frightened and seeking help became closer and closer, Duan Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned to stare at the bald head that was gradually moving away. There was only the back of the enemy in his eyes, and he ignored the allies who delivered the goods to the door, and twisted his body to chase the enemy.

Of course, Ma Rui hopes that Duan Yu can reach out and provide buffering to avoid his hard landing. However, seeing Duan Yu's figure rushing away from the original place, Ma Rui can only try his best to shrink his body and prepare to protect important parts of the safety.

What made Ma Rui even more heartbroken was that Duan Yu's silent movements were glanced at the corner of his eyes. A glimmer of light flashed at the fingertips, and the pan was put into the Qiankun Ring. A dark sword was held in his hand again, and he followed the master to quickly escape into the depths of the dense forest.

Bang!

Even though Yaoguang tried hard to run forward and wanted to save people with bare hands, Ma Rui was finally plotted against the distraction stage. The huge impact was enough to provide terrifying speed, and his whole body was like an arrow from the string, shooting towards the ground.

pain!

Ma Rui felt like a bad guy chasing his tail on the highway, or the kind that was not wearing a seat belt. The bones in his body were dislocated due to violent impacts, and he was so painful that he wanted to give up his body and break out of his shell.

The metallization of the brain that I thought was the most useless finally came in handy. I plunged into the mud layer and crushed a lot of gravel, at least I ensured that my head was still there and it was not broken into bean dregs.

For a moment, the woodland was filled with sadness and anger. Yaoguang, Yuan Bai and Zhao Tianlong were busy digging out half of Ma Rui buried deep in the soil. The disciples of the Disha Sect were arranged to treat their own sect leader. Some even cut and exploded their body of divine thoughts to vent their anger. Now they are no different from ordinary people.

Until the last moment of death, the devout saint of the charity hall did not scream or cry and beg for mercy, but his lips moved, as if he was praying holy, and as if he was a vicious curse.

Lin Er, the leader of the Earth Demon Sect, was really hard. He could still hold on with such a serious injury. While grinning in pain because his disciples applied medicine, he kept cursing the charlatan of Cixintang.

One would rather die than surrender, and the other would not be afraid of being seriously injured. Only Ma Rui was the most insane, and there was no sign of the injury on his body. He lay in the exaggerated moan and screamed in pain, which caused the two women to be busy.

"Bah, bah!" Spit out the mud in his mouth, Ma Rui hummed and complained: "Duan Yu, this bastard!"

Compared to Cixintang's bald attack, Ma Rui held even more hated Duan Yu for not saving him. If he hadn't had any strange skills, the one who was lying in Yuan Bai's arms would be a dead body.

The disciples of the Earth Demon Sect don’t understand why they were obviously thrown into mud by the bald head of Cixin Hall. Why did this young man blame the Lord of Lingjian Pavilion?

In addition, Duan Yu was obviously the most important thing in this operation. At first, he delayed the battle with one against two and then achieved a later victory. The strange costumes of the Dishamen Sect were so impressed that he felt that this young man was unreasonable.

However, seeing that this kid had a tale from a master of the distraction stage, he was completely unscathed, he thought he was a character at least, and no one criticized him.

When Yaoguang took Ma Rui's dislocated and misaligned bone back to his original position, Duan Yu slowly appeared in front of everyone with a long dragon stick. Needless to say, everyone should understand this matter in their hearts, and no one will mention it again in the future.

"Hunyuan Yiqi Xin Dharma is well-known, and this hasn't killed you." Duan Yu's face turned pale at this moment, and he seemed to have a lot of losses in pursuit, but he was relaxed and comfortable, and he approached the Disha disciples and sneered among the crowd.

"Hey!" Although the disciples of the disciple showed resentment, Lin Er didn't care at all, and didn't know whether it was pain or joy. He grinned: "If I practice Tiangang until I reach the point of practice, you don't need to interfere!"

"Let's talk about it when I find it." Duan Yu rolled his eyes. The Disha Sect lost its sect's mental skills for hundreds of years. It has been transformed from the Hunyuan Sect to the Disha Sect. It has not yet fallen to this day. Lin Er, who is not aware of his abnormal mind, is always full of confidence to revive the Hunyuan Sect. However, Duan Yu did not continue to mock him, his eyes floated to the long stick in his hand, and asked casually: "Do you want it?"

When the battle is over, the sharing of spoils is an important link. If this link is not handled well, it will trigger another battle.

Lin Er wanted to refuse immediately. He turned his divine mind into his fists without using weapons at all. However, he opened his mouth and wanted to speak but stopped. Instead, he raised his head with great effort and looked at the disciples.

The woman, who was originally wrapped like a mummy, was now only a few pieces of rags left to cover her shame. She raised her hand to signal her to show her eyes, but her eyes were very firm. She probably realized the difference between a bare-handed fist and a hand-held weapon through the battle.

"What stick do girls play with?" Lin Er immediately refuted. This disciple is the same as himself in fire and earth as he. He wanted her to inherit her mantle and practice her fists without using external forces. However, seeing the female disciple's body was in a mess and her eyes showed grievance, Lin Er's heart also softened. He turned his head and looked not far away, and said lightly: "The sword of the broken cloud ring belongs to me, we don't want anything else."

"Go and get it yourself." Duan Yu nodded silently, threw down a sentence and turned around and left.

Ma Rui half-lying in Yuan Bai's arms, looking at Duan Yu quietly, his eyes neither sad nor happy.

Duan Yu, like nothing happened, circled around the field, checked Tianshu's injuries, comforted Tianxuan without being too sad. When he turned to Yaoguang, he didn't look at Ma Rui until he walked in, and asked casually: "Have you promised all the demon wolf to that caravan?"

"Yeah." Ma Rui felt a little embarrassed at this time. After all, he hadn't greeted anyone before, and Ma Rui did not have the right to allocate the seven demon wolves, but then Ma Rui proposed a remedy: "I won't ask for anything else."

"Go, what's the use of giving them?" As if hearing a big joke, Duan Yu put the long stick into the mud and sneered disdainfully: "Who can tame the art of "them?"

Ma Rui was stunned. Zhao Tianlong, who was looking at Duan Yu as a hero, suddenly changed his face, and then screamed and ran away.

Ao--

It seemed as if in order to respond to Zhao Tianlong or confirm Duan Yu's judgment, a wolf howl resounded through the sky.
Chapter completed!