The Record of Righteousness

Heba Yue took his apprentice under the eaves and carefully sealed the acupuncture points to preserve blood.

Although He Jiancheng was also seriously injured, compared with Yang Shixiang who had half a foot in the gate of hell, he was only slightly injured. He was also anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

He had never thought that the master who was always calm and composed would be so anxious and worried, and so concerned about someone.

For some reason, an inexplicable thought came to his mind.

It seemed that the murder of Xiao An and the two senior sisters only made the master have a few emotional fluctuations, and Yang Shixiang's serious injury was the pain in the master's heart.

He wanted to ask, but he stopped talking immediately when he saw the nervous expressions of the two.

At this time, Yang Shixiang's lips had regained some blood color. He was seriously injured and his life was hanging by a thread. The whole person was shaky and hovering on the edge of death.

If it weren't for Heba Yue who infused him with internal force in time to seal the broken wound, I'm afraid he would have gone to the underworld with his senior sisters at this time.

Even though Heba Yue had profound skills, he was still sweating profusely when facing such a trivial job.

After all, the difficulty of saving people and killing people is very different.

At this time, Yang Shixiang's breath had stabilized, but his body was still shaking uncontrollably.

His palms were covered with dense fragments that could be seen deep into the bones, and this was just a minor injury.

The eight silver needles on his back were scattered all over the place, and the bowl-sized wounds were bleeding, which was much better than before.

Because of the excessive blood loss, the eight silver needles were extremely fierce, but they did not hit his fatal point.

Many of his internal organs were severely injured, and he could only breathe and survive if he was alive, but he could not die if he was dead.

Heba Yue racked his brains to prolong his apprentice's life, but it was just a solution to the urgent need.

If he wanted to take out the eight silver needles in his body, it would be difficult for him.

Even if he went to Mount Putuo to ask the Medical Saint for help, he would probably become a cripple after the wound was removed.

Heba Yue did not dare to be distracted at all, his long sword-like eyebrows were tightly knitted, and he roared wildly in his heart:

"Wan Qing!!!"

"Eunuch!!"

"You hurt my disciple like this, I want you dead!!"

Ouyang Shaoling turned around, and with his sword across, he blocked the remnant soldiers who were rushing over.

His two disciples were in the hall, and Ouyang Hewu was taking care of the seriously injured Ouyang Cheng.

The remnant soldiers looked very numerous, but in fact there were only three or four hundred soldiers inside and outside the hall.

These soldiers had no fighting spirit, and only succumbed to the tyranny of Wan Qing before they reluctantly rushed to the front with their swords. Although the swords were all aimed at Ouyang Shaoling, no one dared to swing the sword first.

As for Ouyang Shaoling, he showed no mercy at all. He swung the sword in his hand vigorously, without any unnecessary strikes. The sword flowers spun out countless arcs, but they only landed on the neck of the soldier, causing a bright red spray.

It was the 72-style wind-chasing sword of Tianshan!

Wan Qing laughed grimly at this time, ignoring Ouyang Shaoling directly, and used his light skills to avoid the latter's attack from the soldiers under his feet!

"He old thief, let us see how good your martial arts are! I'll kill you while you're sick! The ancients never lied to me, hehe, hahahaha"

I saw him rubbing his hands together and shaking out dense and tiny embroidery needles, and the raindrops slid down the silver needles, adding a little weight.

Wan Qing's palms suddenly flew into the air, and his full sunflower internal force burst out. In a flash, the hundreds of embroidery needles on his chest merged into the rain, and rushed towards the two people sitting cross-legged.

"You eunuch, if you want to sneak attack, you must get past me first!!"

Ouyang Shaoling's eyes widened and he shouted, kicking the chest of the soldier beside him, then lightly tapped his toes, and the sword in his hand was just lightly lifted, and a stream of blood spurted out of the soldier's throat and flew more than ten feet away.

But in an instant, the sword blade burst out seven sword beams, blocking the silver needles that were raining down.

At this time, Leng Tiancun, Li Guodong, and Lu Jianxing drew their swords and surrounded Wang Hao.

Looking at these three people, Lu Jianxing was the most seriously injured, and he was also the most realistic. He reacted most violently when Heba Yue captured Wang Hao alive among thousands of troops.

As for Leng Tiancun, he was slightly injured.

His Tianshan 49-style swordsmanship was no match for Ouyang Hewu, who was from the Tianshan sect.

He knew he was no match for the witch, so he sent his soldiers to die, and he retreated in time.

Li Guodong didn't know any martial arts, so he just pretended to swing his sword and slashed twice, but he was not hurt at all.

"The battle situation is not favorable, please avoid the sharp edge as soon as possible, military supervisor!"

Wang Hao was very confident at this time, and shook off Li Guodong's hand, saying:

"I am the backbone, how can I escape from the battlefield?!"

He pointed at the fierce killing not far away, saliva flew, and a confident smile hung on his fat face.

"Look at the current situation. More than a thousand of my imperial soldiers are surrounding the remaining four rebels."

"Two of the four rebels are seriously injured, and an old thief is eager to rescue his evil disciple. Only the old thief Ouyang is still able to fight. With more than a thousand imperial soldiers and two of my men with strong martial arts skills, it is easy to capture this thief!"

"This"

The three were speechless considering his violent and eccentric temperament. Even if Wang Hao didn't want to leave, the three didn't dare to tie him up and drag him away.

The more than a thousand imperial soldiers were just a lie. At present, they were lucky to have a force of three to five hundred.

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