On the back of the eight-winged demon peng, Han Chen only felt a tingling pain in his heart for no reason, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Han Chen's appearance, Guiguzi on the side immediately spoke.

The seven-tailed demon fox and the eight desolate dragon pythons also cast puzzled glances in unison.

And Han Chen didn't seem to hear this, and didn't pay attention to it at all. Reaching into his arms, he took out the communication sword in his arms.

His eyes fell on it, and his pupils suddenly shrank violently.

I saw that in the communication sword, Han Tian's soul aura became even more dim at this time, almost translucent, and it was still dissipating rapidly at an extremely fast speed.

The soul breath was translucent, and Han Tian was already on the verge of dying at this time.

"Let's go!" Guiguzi's face also changed, he raised his head and shouted at the eight-winged demon peng: "Hurry up, move forward with all your might!"

"I can't improve it anymore, this is already his fastest speed!" Seeing that Han Chen and Guiguzi's faces changed dramatically in an instant, the seven-tailed demon fox guessed that it must be related to Han Tian, and immediately quickly explained.

"I'm sorry, this is indeed my fastest speed!" At this time, the voice of the eight-winged demon peng also sounded, full of apologies.

"What the hell is going on?" the Eight Desolation Dragon Python frowned.

"Could it be that Han Tian is in any danger?" said the Golden-Eyed Ryoma with a frown.

Everyone else looked at Guiguzi.

"The matter is urgent, I can't talk to you now!" Guiguzi raised his hand and waved, and the majestic soul power surged out, enveloping Han Chen, "I'll take Han Chen first, you guys hurry up!"

When the voice fell, Guiguzi's body was vertical, carrying Han Chen, and he burst out like a bolt of lightning, and the speed was much faster than that of the Eight-Winged Demon Peng.

It's just a matter of breath. and disappeared into the vast poisonous mist.

"It seems that something happened to Han Tian!" Han Chen left, and the Samadhi True Fire also dissipated, and with a wave of his hand, the purple flame appeared out of thin air, instantly turning into a flame shield, enveloping the eight-winged demon peng again.

"Hmm. It's just a pity that our speed is not fast enough!" Qingyu Luanniao shook his head helplessly.

Among the nine beasts, the speed of the eight-winged demon peng is the fastest, and at this time, even the eight-winged demon peng can't catch up with Guiguzi, let alone them.

"Han Tian has an accident, and we can't stop it. But we must not let Han Chen have an accident again, everyone prepare!" the seven-tailed demon fox said loudly

The light breeze blows, the long hair sways slightly, and the clothes are lightly swayed. But Han Tian didn't move, the long sword on his chest still penetrated, and he didn't pull it out, and the bright red blood slipped down the long sword, making a clicking sound.

The blood-colored stream at his feet, as the blood dripped down, added new power. Slow flow.

"You say, this old guy can't be dead!" A young disciple whispered to his companions.

"I think eighty percent of them are dead, all the bones in their bodies are shattered, and they are pierced by a sword, and if they are not dead, it is called strange. After all, he's just a wreck now!" said one of them.

"I don't think he should be dead yet, if the sect master really wanted him to die, he would have been killed a long time ago, why wait until now? After all, Han Chen hasn't come yet, what is better than seeing his relatives with his own eyes. What about the pain of dying in front of yourself?" retorted another.

"That makes sense!" Hearing this person's words, several disciples next to him immediately nodded in agreement.

Seeing that his words were refuted, the disciple who spoke up before suddenly looked unhappy and was about to speak, but at this moment, his heart jumped, and he immediately raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance.

At the same time, all the disciples around the square sensed it and looked up in unison.

"It's finally here!"

In the depths of the mountain gate, on a high stone platform, Shantai Mountain, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes and looked at Han Chen and Guiguzi, who were talking in the distance, and Han Chen and Guiguzi, who were rapidly approaching, showed a smile on his face.

The smile was cold, cold, and full of infinite killing intent.

Boom

A deafening roar sounded, the wind swirled, and Guiguzi carried Han Chen straight down like a comet and landed on the square.

"Daddy!!"

His gaze fell on Han Tian's body, Han Chen's eyes suddenly turned red, and he quickly rushed to the high platform, raised his hand and swiped his hand, his strength was agitated, and he directly smashed the wooden cross.

Losing the support of the cross, Han Tian's body weakened and fell forward, and Han Chen caught him.

The light wind blew, Han Tian's hair was scattered, and Han Chen finally saw Han Tian's appearance clearly at this time, Han Tian's face at this time was as white as gold paper, without the slightest blood, and his breath was completely empty.

"He's not dead yet, it's just that his heart is weakened and he has entered a state of suspended animation. It's surprising that Tut-tut can last so long without dying!"

When the words fell, he shook his head and said regretfully: "I knew that I would stab a few more swords, I don't know if he can hold on for so long!"

Han Chen's eyes were as red as blood, staring at the mountain as he stared at it, and the surging killing intent was wildly stirring in his heart.

Although he had already guessed that Han Tian would definitely be tortured if he fell into the hands of the Burial Corpse Sect, he never imagined that the situation was far worse than he thought.

Under the release of soul perception, all the injuries in Han Tian's body were perceived by him, and at that moment, the anger in his heart almost instantly burned his reason.

The dantian was destroyed, and decades of penance came to naught. The bones are shattered, and the veins and tendons are broken

The severity of the injury is enough to kill a martial artist several times, I really don't know how Han Tian, who has now become a waste, persevered.

Although Han Chen's murderous intent was monstrous at this time, he had not lost his mind yet, now was not the time to make a move, not to mention that he was not the opponent of the other party. More importantly, Han Tian's injuries could not be delayed.

Han Chen flipped his hand and took out more than a dozen kinds of pills from the empty ring, these pills were all obtained from other martial artists after he killed others, among which the five Sword Sects in the Heavenly Venerable Secret Treasure were the most.

The grade of the elixir is very high, all of them are of the sixth order, and the quality is also excellent, and they are all life-saving elixirs with extremely strong efficacy.

These pills are much more precious than those pills that improve strength, after all, strength can be slowly improved, but there is only one life. Life is gone. No matter how strong the strength is, it is useless.

With a flick of his hand, the strong wind was blowing, and he uncorked the bottle, and was about to take out the pill and feed it to Han Tian, but at this time, Guiguzi appeared on the side.

"If you give him these pills. Not only will you not be able to save him, but you will also bury your last breath!" Guiguzi sighed and said.

Hearing this, Han Chen's pupils shrank violently, and his movements stopped.

"His heart veins have weakened to the extreme, and he can't withstand the impact of the elixir at all!" Guiguzi shook his head and said, "Instilling him with True Yuan can protect his heart veins for a moment and make him sober!"

"Teacher. Is there really no other way?" Han Chen's palms clenched, and more than a dozen precious pills were instantly pinched, but Han Chen didn't pay attention to them at all, and raised his eyes and just looked at Guiguzi.

Guiguzi shook his head slightly.

Unable to withstand the medicinal power of the elixir, naturally unable to withstand the washing of the aura. After all, in comparison, the medicinal power of the elixir was much milder than that of the aura.

In this way, the aura cannot be infused. If the injury is not treated, Guiguzi is naturally powerless. Although he is proficient in the art of alchemy. But it is not omnipotent, and there are always regrets in the world.

Seeing Guiguzi shaking his head, Han Chen only felt as if his heart was being grabbed by an invisible big hand, the severe pain almost suffocated him, and the hot tears were like a rushing stream, and he couldn't help but flow down. I can't stop it.

Han Chen raised his hand and grabbed the sword on Han Tian's chest, cyan flames appeared, and with a 'bear' sound, the long sword was shrouded in flames, and it was instantly burned to nothingness. Han Chen's temperature to the flames. Controlling the subtlety, just burning the long sword into nothingness, did not have the slightest effect on Han Tian's body, and not even a trace of temperature was leaked.

After burning the long sword, Han Chen pressed his palm on Han Tian's heart, mobilized the true yuan in his body, and slowly poured it into Han Tian's body.

At this time, Han Tian was already extremely weak, and Han Chen did not dare to directly infuse the True Yuan unscrupulously and directly, and he achieved it overnight. I had to take it slowly.

"You want to save people, it's a good thing, are we really decoration?" Seeing that Han Chen began to infuse the True Yuan, a Sword King Realm disciple in the surrounding crowd shouted loudly.

"That's right, how can my Burial Sect be so easy to break into!"

"I told you to come today, but you can't go!"

"Up!"

Hearing the words of the Sword King, many disciples around him should shout.

Whoosh

In the flickering of their figures, more than 100 disciples of the Burial Corpse Sect released their respective corpse puppets and attacked from all directions. The strength of these more than 100 disciples is not weak, or the disciples of the Burial Corpse Sect, there are not many who are weak. After all, with the corpse puppet's feedback to increase the cultivation speed, how can the strength be weak!

Among the more than 100 people, half of them are in the Sword King realm, and the remaining half are also nine-star sword spirits, and most of them are half-step sword spirit realms. And their corpse puppets are even stronger. Of the nearly two corpse puppets, none of them were lower than the Sword King realm.

Such a lineup is terrifying!

The terrifying aura emanated, stirring up the wind and clouds in an instant, like a mountain torrent and a tsunami turning the sky, rushing towards Han Chen and Guiguzi.

"Shantai Mountain, if you want to test the strength of the old man, don't you do it yourself?

How could the little action of Shantai Mountain just now be hidden from his perception?

Now Han Chen wants to infuse Han Tian with true yuan and protect his heart, but he can't be disturbed.

With a hand, with a 'choking' sound, the Mo Han Sword on Han Chen's back came out of its sheath on its own and fell into Guiguzi's hands.

With the long sword in his hand, Guiguzi waved lightly.

"Slay the dragon in all directions!"

Aung Aang Aang

The sword light swayed, but when he saw the eight-headed sword qi dragon with an extremely condensed appearance, the dragon's tail swung and rushed towards all directions at an extremely fast speed.

Puff puff puff

If the eight-headed sword qi dragon has spirituality, it rampage, and wherever it passes, it is strongly crushed, and none of it can be stopped.

After three breaths, more than 100 disciples, nearly eighty percent of the dead and wounded, and the remaining two percent desperately ran out, at this moment, the eight-headed sword qi dragon exploded violently, turning into a sword qi in the sky, like rain hitting plantains, pouring around.

Snort snort

The remaining twenty or so people were instantly penetrated by the sword qi, and the blood was sprayed, like a sieve, the flesh and blood were blurred, and they died on the spot. (To be continued......)

PS: (Today is the birthday of '╰☆ Xin 唲_ゞ'.,It's almost twelve o'clock.,Fortunately, it's not late.)

Happy birthday to '╰☆ Xin 唲_ゞ'!)