The person shivering in the corner of the ruined temple is indeed Ling Hongyin!
A piece of rag was stuffed into her mouth, and her beautiful eyes, which looked almost exactly like Chu Hongjing, were filled with tears. Seeing Ye Muxin walking over, she shook her head slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but had no choice.
I can't move my hands or feet.
Ye Muxin said gently, "Yin'er, it's me, Ye Muxin. Don't be afraid, your elder brother and I are here to save you."
Ling Hongyin shook her head desperately.
Ye Muxin didn't understand what she meant, and was worried that Ling Hongyin had been locked up for a long time and had mental problems. She took out the cloth stuffed in Ling Hongyin's mouth and asked, "Hongyin, are you okay?"
What injury?"
However, Ling Hongyin seemed to have been drugged. She could only make the sound of "Ahhhhhh" in her mouth, but could not utter a single clear word. Two lines of tears continued to flow down her cheeks.
Ye Muxin held her hand to express comfort. Then he took out his sword and cut the rope on Ling Hongyin's body. I don't know what kind of material the rope was made of. Although it felt soft, it was extremely tough. Ye Muxin picked it with his sword.
After a few clicks, the rope was completely indifferent.
She took out the Ruyan Sword that her master had given her when she was a child. Her fingertips were filled with internal energy. The sword was indeed extremely sharp, and the ropes were broken one after another.
Putting away the Xiansong Sword, she saw that Ling Hongyin could not stand up for a while, so she massaged her wrists and ankles to activate blood circulation. Unexpectedly, after pressing for more than ten times, Ye Muxin felt that her vision was getting blurry and her head felt heavy.
After another moment, she lost consciousness and knew nothing.
There was also a fierce fight outside the ruined temple.
The two yellow-robed leaders of the Demon Sect's Holy Cauldron Hall, the one with the scar on his face has been seriously injured, his forearms were cut off, and several holes were stabbed in his legs. He is unable to stand and is sitting on the ground.
Exercise to stop bleeding.
As for the forty or so gang members of Shengding Hall, although there were many people, they were obviously no match for the martial arts masters brought by Chu Hongjing. Six or seven of them died, and more than a dozen were seriously injured, either missing arms or legs. The rest
They were all injured and were still fighting with Chu Hongjing's people.
There was no one dead on Chu Hongjing's side. But when he smiled, Dou Erniang and others were all limping. Some were exhausted, and some had wounds on their legs. The more serious one was Huang Dongzhu, whose right ear was cut off, and his left ear was cut off.
He was blinded, but he was still very brave and stabbed several more men in yellow.
Chu Hongjing was basically uninjured, but he was worried about the situation in the ruined temple. He wondered if Ye Muxin had found Ling Hongyin, and why there had been no movement for so long. But he couldn't spare a hand. The swallow tail in the hands of the other yellow-robed leader
The gun wrapped tightly around him.
"Who is this? Give me your name!" a female voice yelled angrily.
This is Xiao Bihen’s voice!
The strange thing is that this sound does not come from inside the ruined temple, but seems to come from the woods on the east side of the clearing.
Chu Hongjing and the yellow-robed leader stopped at the same time. The two of them stared at the direction where the sound came from.
Only a gloomy voice was heard, "Did you ask for my name? Come on, young ladies!" Then the sound of swords clashing was heard.
Chu Hongjing and the man in yellow robe ran towards the east side of the forest, followed by the rest of the people who could move.
In the forest, more than a dozen men in brocade clothes wearing black hats gathered in a circle and stared eagerly. These men wore dark blue robes with gold thread patterns on them. They were luxuriously dressed, but the brims of their hats were kept very low.
Not shameful.
One of them, as thin as a hemp stalk, stood in the middle, holding a silver-white whip in his hand, and said with a sneer, "Xiao Bihen, if you know the truth, hand it over as soon as possible."
Xiao Bihen stood proudly opposite the man with the straw, looking up at the sky and paying no attention to it.
Chu Hongjing was wondering how the people from the Demon Cult came out of the ruined temple, and where Ye Muxin and his sister were. He looked behind Xiao Bihen carefully.
The loyal old Huang is still standing next to Xiao Bihen. On the other side of her stands a tall man wearing golden armor. This man also wears a golden forehead smear, his face is gloomy, his temples are bulging high, and
It looks like he is a master with profound internal skills.
Seven or eight servants stood behind them. There were another dozen servants standing slightly further away, surrounding a green soft sedan. Chu Hongjing could spot the tall Qiao Xianyong in the crowd at a glance. He raised his head in panic.
He opened the soft sedan, frowned, seemed to have said a few words, and then lowered the curtain. He looked weird, holding his hands and staring at the battle situation.
Strange, where is Ye Muxin and where has Ling Hongyin gone?
The man in yellow robe who had been stabbed by Chu Hongjing led a dozen remaining soldiers and stood behind Xiao Bihen with a roar.
Xiao Bihen nodded, glanced at Chu Hongjing with sharp eyes, paused briefly, but ignored him.
The man with the straw said in a sinister voice, "Xiao Bihen, you are here today and you are at the end of your strength. Most of the good players you brought out were seriously injured. I advise you not to go against us anymore. Hand over your things quickly.
, Master, I will let you live today, go back to your Biyuetian and enjoy your old age in peace!"
Chu Hongjing thought to himself that the Demon Sect had many enemies, but these people seemed to have followed them with premeditation, and they obviously wanted to take advantage of them.
Suddenly there was a "whoosh" sound in the air, and a pitch-black arrow pierced the night sky with great force and shot straight into the head of one of the Ma Zhu Man's men. The man quickly fell down before he could even fight back.
Got off.
The man with the straw was furious and sneered, "Shameless, let's fire a cold arrow." Then he waved his right hand, and something flew out of his hand with strong wind, and shot towards the top of a big tree behind Xiao Bihen. He heard someone "
With a sound, he fell from the top of the dense tree.
Chu Hongjing vaguely saw that the fallen man was wearing a yellow servant uniform. He couldn't help but be shocked by the sight of the man with the straw. He only heard Tao Erniang praising softly from behind, "What a hidden weapon."
The man in golden armor next to Xiao Bihen took a few steps forward and said angrily, "How can you be allowed to act wild in front of the Demon Cult Palace Master?" As he said this, he picked up the animal-headed black-tasseled spear in his hand and danced like a gun.
Just like someone piercing a hemp stalk.
The man with the straw said, "Come on, boys!" Then the soft whip with silver light in his hand shook, and the silver light flashed, illuminating the dark forest.
The two sides fought for a while, but Xiao Bihen stood aside without even looking. The dozen or so people in yellow clothes surrounding the sedan seemed to be guarding something important and did not leave.
Chu Hongjing saw the clues. The spear of the man in golden armor was superior in length, and it was strong and powerful. As long as he got close to a person, he could definitely poke a hole in the person. The long whip of the man with hemp stalk was superior in softness, but it looked like a snake.
He wrapped the spear around in the same leisurely manner, but the spear never reached the man with the straw.
The golden-armored man glanced at Xiao Bihen from the corner of his eye and saw that her face was gloomy and she was already angry.
The man with golden armor seemed to be anxious to get out of this predicament. He shouted loudly, and the pieces of golden armor on his upper body burst out, and each piece flew straight towards the man with the straw! The upper, middle and lower parts of the man with the straw were all