With a crisp "clang", the sword in Ye Buqun's hand pierced Meng Bufan's heart fiercely.
Meng Bufan felt ache as if he was hit by a hammer. But he did not die. The sword just pierced Meng Bufan's clothes, revealing the golden armor inside.
The mysterious gold armor on Meng Bufan saved his life. This was what he searched from Yunlei, Heiyun Sect.
At the same time, a mutation arises.
Ye Buqun covered his head and fell to the ground with a "thump".
Wang Junke and the other three and Xu Li, a young man in black, were both shocked. They didn't understand why Ye Buqun fell to the ground.
"Young Palace Master!" Wang Junke and the other two exclaimed, and ran towards Ye Buqun lying on the ground.
At this moment, they no longer cared about Meng Bufan. If Ye Buqun really had anything to do, I am afraid that the Lord of the Qinglong Palace, Ye Kong, would be furious. Then the three of them would not be able to escape responsibility.
"You killed the young palace master, and now I want to kill you to avenge the young palace master." The young man in black said gloomyly, then raised the Huaguang sword in his hand and slashed hard at Meng Bufan's neck.
He also saw Meng Bufan wearing protective armor, so he simply slashed at Meng Bufan's neck with a sword because there was no protection on Meng Bufan's neck.
If he could kill Meng Bufan, his mission would be completed. And if Piaomiao Palace was not handled properly, the Qinglong Palace and the White Tiger Palace might have a grudge.
Because he saw Ye Buqun fall to the ground inexplicably injured, Xu Li was also alert. He remembered what Jin Qiaoqiao said, Meng Bufan also had mental weapons on him.
Xu Li slashed the light sword in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on Meng Bufan, fearing that he would use his mental weapons again.
Because Xu Li had planned it for a long time, all this happened too quickly, and Meng Bufan had not had time to take back the magic needle.
Hua Guangjian drew a ray of light and shadow, and slashed at Meng Bufan with an unstoppable momentum.
Because she was tied up by the God-Binding Rope, Meng Bufan could not move at all.
In desperation, Meng Bufan used his last trump card - his weak soul.
A small man rushed out of his mind.
The fist breaks the mountains and rivers!
Because Meng Bufan's soul had no spiritual weapons, he could only use his flesh fists to resist the sharp Huaguang Sword.
With a loud "boom", Meng Bufan's soul dimmed a little and became weaker.
Fortunately, the soul swung the fist to resist, and Hua Guangjian moved a few points, flew over Meng Bufan's head, and cut off most of Meng Bufan's hair.
With a "wow", Meng Bufan opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. Because of the wounded soul, Meng Bufan's body was also injured.
Meng Bufan didn't dare to relax at all at this time, life and death were just around the corner.
Seeing Meng Bufan's soul leaving his body, Xu Li and the other three were stunned.
The soul can only be cultivated in the realm of the Martial God. Now Meng Bufan has been practicing the soul in the early stage of the Martial Emperor. This is far beyond everyone's expectations.
Meng Bufan took advantage of their dazedness and quickly recalled the Transformation Needle. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to support it, controlling the Transformation Needle to fly towards Xu Li's head.
At this time, Meng Bufan also felt that the one who wanted to take his life the most was not Ye Buqun, but the young man in black. The other three followed him in a daze. If he could not use the magic needle to kill Xu Li, Meng Bufan would die today.
Because of the damage to the soul, Meng Bufan had already struggled to control the Transformation Needle, but he did not dare to slack off. He gritted his teeth and forcibly controlled the Transformation Needle regardless of the blood that kept spilling out of the corners of his mouth.
The Transformation Needle swept across a faint stream of light and flew towards Xu Li.
Xu Li still did not react from his shock.
Suddenly, a small pinhole appeared in the center of his head. He also fell to the ground with a "thump".
Wang Junke and the other three were even more shocked, not knowing what was going on.
At this time, something that shocked them even more happened.
As soon as the dull soul entered Meng Bufan's head, Meng Bufan opened his mouth and squirted out a mouthful of blood mist, and then fell to the ground.
Because of the severe damage to the soul, he fell into a deep coma.
Wang Junke and the other three looked at each other, and their faces were pale. They knew that they were in trouble now.
There are already three people unconscious, one is the youngest son of Qinglong Palace, and the other is the newly accepted disciple of the palace master. The three of them happen to be involved. No matter what the final result is, the three of them cannot escape the punishment.
"What happened?" Suddenly a voice rang in their ears.
It was the Taoist Suiyuan. He heard the fighting sounds here and followed the sound.
Before Wang Junke and the other two answered, Taoist Suiyuan saw Meng Bufan covered in blood. His body was tightly bound by ropes, and it looked extremely miserable and life and death were unknown.
The Taoist Suiyuan felt a chill in his heart. Then endless anger arose in his heart.
Meng Bufan was just accepted as a personal disciple by the palace master, but someone dared to attack him. His courage was too great.
Taoist Suiyuan's eyes were filled with fire and glared at Wang Junke and the other two fiercely.
However, this is not the time to get angry. Taoist Suiyuan came to Meng Bufan and explored his aura. Fortunately, there was still a faint pulse.
Taoist Suiyuan quickly took out the healing pill from his waist, pried open Meng Bufan's mouth, and stuffed the medicine into his mouth. Meng Bufan was already in a severe coma at this time, and he had no consciousness to swallow the pill.
Taoist Suiyuan stroked his neck and slowly sent the elixir into Meng Bufan's abdomen.
Then the Taoist Suiyuan untied the God-binding rope on his body.
Looking at the God-Binding Screw, this God-Binding Screw was not a thing from Piaomiao Palace. He seemed to have thought of something. The Taoist Suiyuan's face became heavy.
Taoist Suiyuan then explored the pulses of Ye Buqun and Xu Li. The two of them had no breath and had already died.
Before he could ask the reason for the matter, Taoist Suiyuan ordered three people to carry one and several people to fly to the main peak, the divine beast mountain.
The noise of several people was so loud that many people were alarmed.
The Taoist Suiyuan took them directly to the residence of the palace master Guan Mubai.
Guan Mubai first explored Meng Bufan's breath, and a hint of relief appeared on his originally cold face.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Guan Mubai's black face was serious and serious.
"Pu" Wang Junke and the other two knelt in front of Guan Mubai with pale faces.
"Prince Palace Master, please spare me. Ye Buqun and Xu Li forced us to go. And they said they were just teaching Meng Bufan a lesson. But they didn't expect things to develop like this..."
Wang Junke and the other two dared not hide the slightest at this time, and explained the process in detail.
Hearing that Meng Bufan's soul was severely injured, endless anger arose on Guan Mubai's black face. He kicked Zhang Tiankai out of the door, and slapped Wang Junke and Hu Fei heavily in the face.
Meng Bufan was able to cultivate the soul in the early stage of the Martial Emperor. This is simply a genius among geniuses, and it is rare to see it in a thousand years. The soul's injury is similar to the soul's injury, and it is difficult to heal and requires years of slow nourishment. If Meng Bufan is depressed, the Piaomiao Palace will suffer a great loss. How can Guan Mubai not be angry?