Murong Chunyu jumped up in front of Wang Po and hurriedly held her in her arms.
"What's wrong? How are you?" Murong Chunyu was very anxious, gently shaking Wang Po, and asked urgently.
Mrs. Wang showed a wry smile, shook her head slowly and said: "Girl, I...I...I'm afraid I won't make it!"
Murong Chunyu became furious and suddenly raised his left palm high, pointing at Wan Yu and others who looked proud.
Wan Yu and others did not expect that this fierce battle at the entrance of their Tianquan Sect's cave would actually attract Murong Chunyu.
In fact, it was clearly planned originally. As long as Wang Po was killed, it would be a success.
He didn't want to attract Murong Chunyu.
For many years, Murong Chunyu and Wang Po have always depended on each other in this cave, even if there is no deep telepathy between Murong Chunyu and Wang Po.
Just now, Murong Chunyu practiced in the room for a while and then called out to Mrs. Wang several times, but she never heard her answer. How could Murong Chunyu not be suspicious?
Now that Murong Chunyu had arrived at the scene, it was impossible to let Wan Yu and others go.
Wan Yu and others knew very well that Murong Chunyu's kung fu was much more advanced than that of Wang Po. Moreover, he was the successor head of the Tianquan Sect, and all the magical skills of the Tianquan Sect had been learned by Murong Chunyu.
In this case, they really cannot take it lightly.
Without even thinking about it, Murong Chunyu immediately condensed a large ball of pink light waves in his hand and struck straight at the man and woman beside Wan Yu.
Because the speed was too fast and the Qi was too strong, the two people were immediately hit by the light wave, collapsed on the ground, and died on the spot.
Zhao Rui and Wan Yu stood opposite each other, seeing this scene, they couldn't help but turn pale with horror.
I can't believe my eyes that something like this could happen!
Since Murong Chunyu's palm was really powerful, Wan Yu and the remaining two people quickly jumped towards the platform.
How could Murong Chunyu tolerate them?
Then he gave another slap with his backhand, killing the other two people on the spot.
At this point, of the five disciples who were ordered by Wang Qiuxue to come to Tianquan Sect to secretly kill Wang Po two days ago, only Wan Yu is left.
As Wang Qiuxue's eldest disciple, Wan Yu is the senior sister, and her skills are actually not much better than those of the four people who died tragically here today.
But fortunately, she was a smart and changeable person who knew how to act according to circumstances. Murong Chunyu's skills were extraordinary and he easily defeated all four of them. However, he was the only one who could not defeat her.
The reason is here.
In desperation, Murong Chunyu fired two palms in succession, which poured out all the energy she had cultivated for many years. For a moment, she could only watch as Wan Yu jumped off the platform and ran away.
Murong Chunyu and Zhao Rui walked quickly to Wang Po and squatted down one after another. Zhao Rui grabbed Wang Po's shoulders tightly and said urgently: "Grandma, how are you?"
Wang Po smiled weakly, shook her head and said: "I...I won't make it, and I have no regrets in this life. I can die at any time, but I don't want to die in such a meaningless way."
"I never thought that Wang Qiuxue's disciples would be so clever. I thought...I thought..."
As she spoke, Mrs. Wang could no longer speak, and a tear fell from Murong Chunyu's eye.