In the middle of the mountain stove!

The county lord of Qinghuan pressed his long sword against the neck of the Holy Son. He looked nervously at the entrance of the cave.

The situation outside is too dangerous, even the Qinghuan County Lord can see that it is bad, and even the black eagles are difficult to fly, because the sky outside is already full of cranes in the Chilian Holy Land.

The strength of the immortal crane is average, but there is a martial sect realm on the immortal crane, suppressed from the air, can Wang Xiong and them stop it?

"Light, light, Su Qinghuan, light!" The Holy Son of the Heart wanted to cry without tears.

The long sword of the county lord of Qinghuan was against his neck, and a shallow wound was cut on his neck. The key Qinghuan county lord didn't look at it, his hands trembled, and there were more and more wounds.

The Holy Son of the Heart couldn't even resist, and the three golden needles were inserted into the central channel of the body, and he had no strength at all.

"Don't make any noise, it's all your fault!" The master of Qinghuan County shook his hand.

"Sting!"

A wound was cut on the neck.

The Holy Son of the Heart was so frightened that he didn't even dare to defend himself, for fear that the hand of the Qinghuan County Lord would tremble again.

"I'm bleeding, be careful, okay? Lord of Qinghuan! The Holy Son begged for mercy.

"Ah, it's really bleeding!" Only then did the county lord of Qinghuan find out.

"Lord Qinghuan, how about we discuss? You let me go, I promise, in the name of the Holy Lord, Zuo Shuai will definitely retire! The Holy Son begged for mercy.

"No, you want to lie to me, no way!" The county lord of Qinghuan glared.

With an angry shake in his hand, there was a 'stab', and a bloody wound was torn on the neck of the Holy Son of the Heart, and the blood flowed continuously.

The face of the Holy Son of the Heart turned green with fright.

"Okay, okay, okay, don't let me go, then your sword, can you take some away?" The Son begged for mercy.

"No, what if Zuo Baifeng breaks in and I don't have time to cut off your head?" The county lord of Qinghuan suddenly said resolutely.

Holy Son: "..................! ”

The Holy Son of Sixin feels that there is no hope anymore, unless Zuo Baifeng retreats, otherwise, he will die today, and this stupid girl in front of him only listens to Wang Xiong, and he doesn't care about anything, even his own safety.

"What if, what if it's not Wang Xiong coming in, and it's not Zuo Baifeng?" The Holy Son of the Heart said pitifully.

"As long as it's not Wang Xiong, I'll cut off your head!" The county lord of Qinghuan said resolutely.

The Holy Son of the heart wants to cry without tears.

Just when the Holy Son of the Heart couldn't see the slightest hope.

"Puff"

A dark shadow suddenly fell.

"Who?" The Qinghuan County Lord shook his hand in fright.

"Don't move, blood vessels, my blood vessels are going to break!" The Holy Son of the Heart cried.

"It's me, Qinghuan girl! Ahem, ahem! ”

A cough came from not far away.

"Huh? Seventh brother? How did you become like this? How did you get down? The county lord of Qinghuan exclaimed.

Yingdong's whole body was scorched black, as if he was seriously injured.

When the Holy Son of Sixin saw Yingdong on the side, he suddenly showed ecstasy. I wanted to open my mouth and shout, but the long sword was wiped around my neck, and I didn't dare to shout out the words that brought the Holy Son of the Heart to my mouth.

Even so, the Holy Son of Sixin was also excited, Yingdong came, and he was saved.

"I came out to help Yin Chongxu just now, but I was seriously injured and fell from above! Ahem, ahem! Yingdong spat blood.

"You're badly injured?" The county lord of Qinghuan was worried.

The county lord of Qinghuan didn't know that Yingdong's injury was caused by Wang Xiong, so he instantly believed Yingdong.

"Yes, but I'm okay, Wang Xiong's injury is miserable, how many people are staring at Wang Xiong to kill now, Wang Xiong can't stop it!" Yingdong coughed.

"What?" The face of the county lord of Qinghuan changed.

"Alas, you can attract the heavenly thunder, if you can help Wang Xiong next to him, he won't be so seriously injured, in case someone kills ......!" Yingdong sighed.

"No, no, Wang Xiong will definitely be fine!" The county lord of Qinghuan suddenly panicked.

"Lord Qinghuan, my neck, my neck!" The Holy Son of the heart wants to cry without tears.

As soon as the county lord of Qinghuan was nervous, his hands trembled, and as soon as his hands shook, he pulled the long sword and sawed back and forth at the neck of the Holy Son, and the neck of the Holy Son of the Heart was already full of blood at this moment.

But where did the county lord of Qinghuan pay attention to the Holy Son, but his heart fell on Wang Xiong outside.

"Ahem, ahem, Qinghuan girl, aren't you going to help Wang Xiong? Do you want to see him die at the hands of the people of the Red Lian Holy Land? Yingdong sighed.

"But, but I have to guard the Holy Son of the Heart, otherwise I will ......!" The county lord of Qinghuan was worried.

"I can't fight anymore, but I can still do it to help you guard the Holy Son of Sixin, I'll help you guard it, you go and help Wang Xiong, in case it ......!" Yingdong persuaded.

The eyes of the county lord of Qinghuan were cloudy and uncertain. How good is that?

If you go out, the task given to you by Wang Xiong will be ......, and if you don't go out, Wang Xiong may die!

"Okay, I'm out, be careful! Remember, if Zuo Baifeng wants to come in, he will kill the Holy Son of the Heart, and he must do it! The county lord of Qinghuan said with a firm expression.

"Don't worry!" Yingdong nodded.

The county lord of Qinghuan handed the long sword to Yingdong, and immediately ran out anxiously.

"Hahahaha, this little girl, she cheated out in three sentences or two, Yingdong, you really have you!" The Holy Son of the Heart suddenly laughed.

"Hmm!" Yingdong nodded and walked up.

"Quick, quick, help me pull out the gold needle, be careful, don't break my midrib, when I get out, Wang Xiong will die!" The Holy Son of the Heart said with a hideous face.

"Wang Xiong is dead, but what if you can't kill him?" Yingdong shook his head.

"That's okay, if I escape, Zuo Baifeng can kill Wang Xiong!" The Holy Son of the Heart said with an affirmative face.

"In case, when you run out, you are caught by Wang Xiong again, won't you go back to square one?" Yingdong shook his head again.

"Huh? Yingdong, what nonsense are you talking about, hurry up, help me pull out the golden needle, don't you want Wang Xiong to die? The Holy Son of the Heart glared.

"I think, Wang Xiong must die, so I'm going to borrow something from you!" Yingdong suddenly said with a cold expression.

"Borrow what?" The Holy Son of the Heart suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Your life!" A fierce sigh flashed in Yingdong's eyes.

"What?" The face of the Holy Son of the Heart changed.

"Lend your life! Help Zuo Baifeng let go of all his scruples and kill Wang Xiong with all his might! I want Wang Xiong to die, so, I'm sorry! Yingdong's face showed a fierce sword and stabbed at the Holy Son.

The Holy Son of the Heart widened his eyes and looked at Yingdong incredulously. He used to deal with Wang Xiong, but also to help Yingdong, why did Yingdong kill himself?

"Whew!"

A sword pierced through the heart of the Holy Son.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of the Holy Son of the Heart, and he still looked at Yingdong incredulously: "Why, why?" Cousin! ”

"There is no why. I just want Wang Xiong to die! Yingdong said lightly.

The long sword pierced through the heart of the heart and nailed to the mountain wall, Yingdong immediately stepped towards the entrance of the cave, and when he fled, he once again pretended to be a charred corpse and moved towards the outside world.

The heart of the Holy Son of the Heart was broken, and when he was dying, he stared at the back of Yingdong leaving, and a wave of disbelief and unwillingness flashed in his eyes. But even if he is unwilling, vitality is quickly lost from the heart.

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Baicaodian Square.

"The flag master of the third road on the left, move closer to Wang Xiong and take Wang Xiong!" Zuo Baifeng shouted.

Zuo Baifeng did not participate in the battle, the entire square battle fell into a gelatinous shape, Wang Xiong's long whip was too powerful, this kung fu, three hundred martial arts realms, was actually stopped by Wang Xiong. To one against three hundred?

is a martial saint, and he can't do Wang Xiong so lightly. But Wang Xiong did it.

Zuo Baifeng also understood at this moment that Wang Xiong was the core of the other party, and the Qinghuan County Lord listened to Wang Xiong's words very much, Wang Xiong asked the Qinghuan County Lord to kidnap the Holy Son in the cave, and also cut off the way for his sudden attack.

Now, only by taking down Wang Xiong and threatening the lord of Qinghuan with Wang Xiong can the Holy Son be rescued.

Zuo Baifeng did not go to the battlefield, but he still continued to command his subordinates one by one, and constantly poured his combat power to Wang Xiong, which made Wang Xiong's pressure suddenly extremely great.

More than 300 martial arts realms, this is not those brainless zombies, these have already made it difficult for Wang Xiong to fight, and Zuo Baifeng commanded people to put pressure on himself?

Wang Xiong's body suddenly became difficult to deal with.

Just when Wang Xiong was dealing with difficulties, a sword light suddenly broke through the whip net, and instantly arrived not far from Wang Xiong.

Seeing that it was too late for the long whip to protect him, Wang Xiong's eyes were cold, and he could only prepare to use the power of his soul.

Right here and now.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, instantly scorching the man.

Wang Xiong's crisis was resolved.

But where did the thunder come from?

Everyone looked up at the sky and suddenly saw a huge dark cloud. Sky Thunder?

"Boom!"

Another thunderbolt fell from the sky, instantly slashing another soldier who rushed towards Wang Xiong to death.

The sudden change made everyone stunned, but Wang Xiong was very sober, and instantly thought of something, turned his head, and suddenly saw the county lord of Qinghuan holding a royal seal, trembling and running towards him.

"What? Qinghuan, what are you doing here? Wang Xiong's face suddenly changed wildly and exclaimed.

At this time, shouldn't the county lord of Qinghuan hijack the Holy Son of the Heart?

"I'm worried about you!" The county lord of Qinghuan suddenly said worriedly.

"Go back, go back!" Wang Xiong exclaimed.

"It's okay, it's guarded inside!" The county lord of Qinghuan suddenly laughed.

"You killed me!" Wang Xiong suddenly said angrily.

Because, at this moment, Wang Xiong saw Zuo Baifeng rushing over in laughter, and the speed was like a beam of light, and there was no time to stop it.

Wang Xiong's unintentional shouting made the county lord of Qinghuan, who was excited to help, instantly feel cold in his heart.

"Killed by you?"

The county lord of Qinghuan instantly had a sour nose. Wang Xiong said me?

I don't know why, at this moment, the county lord of Qinghuan was particularly aggrieved. I'm obviously here to help you, but you still say me?

If you say it to another person, the county lord of Qinghuan can ignore it at all, but at this moment, Wang Xiong said it, but the county lord of Qinghuan was extremely aggrieved, his heart was like colic, his nose was sour, and tears were about to rush out.

"Hahaha, Wang Xiong, the Holy Son is rescued, it is you who are waiting for death!" Zuo Baifeng burst into the mountain stove with a loud laugh.

"Oops!" Wang Xiong showed a sad and indignant expression.

Did it fall short?

In the battlefield, it was still chaotic, and everyone didn't notice the reversal of the situation at this moment, only Wang Xiong understood what a big death situation it would be.

On the edge of the battlefield, a 'charred corpse' hurriedly fled to the outside world.

But Yingdong didn't stay at all, killed the Holy Son of Sixin, fled into the distance in a blink of an eye, blamed Wang Xiong and the county lord of Qinghuan, and glanced back with a sneer.

"Wang Xiong, I see how you die this time!" Ying Dong showed a hideous sneer on his face. Then he quickly hid.

At the same time, Zuo Baifeng finally arrived at the mountain stove and saw the Holy Son of the Heart, but at this moment, the Holy Son of the Heart was silent, and a long sword in his chest was nailed to the inner wall of the mountain stove.

Zuo Baifeng's face suddenly changed greatly.