.In the field, the three heavenly-level powerful men looked at each other, all of them darkened, and they raised their own magnitude to the extreme. They forced themselves to use their momentum to squeeze out the people around them and approached Leng Ya in a triangular manner. After the three of them joined the battle, they were bound to win, but they did not expect that they were always led by him under the extremely fast and perfect hiding of Leng Ya. They were already extremely angry.

There is no incompetent hand in the Northern Emperor Sect. Every opponent around Leng Ya is a well-deserved strong man, and is definitely not comparable to ordinary magic warrior guards or palace guards. The pressure he has been under, how many dangers he has accompanied every minute and every second, and how many times he has passed by death, only he knows clearly. He has been hit by three palms and four swords, and half of his body is stained with blood. He cannot feel the pain in his body, the chaos in his internal organs, but the feeling of becoming heavier and he cannot resist. He completely ignores death, and only wants to kill more people, and supports him with obsession. He no longer cares about everything else. Death is not scary at all. Only regret... Regret... Regrets that Ye Wuchen has not completed his instructions... I did not take the screen out...

Three heavy auras pressed towards him from three directions. The world in front of him suddenly became dim and he made a retreating gesture, trying to avoid it at the same time.

The three of them approached at the same time. Leng Ya's body, which had originally retreated, suddenly rushed forward, facing the overwhelming power of the flame soul, and rushed straight towards one of the heavenly-level powerful men. In that moment, the degree reached his limit.

Everyone present was shocked, and several people shouted directly. He suddenly turned from retreating to lightning forward, which was beyond everyone's expectations. Leng Ya's body and the heavenly-level powerful man he was facing, and a fire soul power passed by his back, and the other two bombarded him at the same time...

The world of Leng Cliff burst into pieces, and his eyes became distracted and unconscious at this moment. His expression was without pain, desolation or reluctance. The blood spurted out violently on the face of the person in front of him, and a blood-stained green blade appeared on the back of the heavenly-level powerful man who bumped into him.

"Zi...Elder Zi!" Everyone present was shocked. Even Yan Cang, who had been extremely calm and the four old men behind him were shocked. Leng Ya's body was thrown away by a force, and he lay on the ground without a sound. Only in his hand, he still held the Breaking Wind Blade, which he never left. This was his killing weapon, one of Feng Chaoyang's weapons back then, and the only thing Feng Chaoyang left him. Even if he died, he would never leave him.

At this moment, they ignored Leng Ya's life and death, which had completely lost its threat, surrounded the old man who was penetrated by Leng Ya's heart, and shouted in chaos. Ping'er's face was as pale as paper. She threw herself on Leng Ya and shook his body desperately... She finally had the chance to touch his body again, but now he could only look at the sky with his godless eyes wide open, but he couldn't see her...

"Mutu! Lengya! Get up... Get up! Don't die, I don't allow you to die. If you die, who will take me out... You said you want to take me out." Ping'er grabbed his clothes and shouted heart-wrenchingly. Before she knew it, she felt her eyes and tears quietly falling. She burst into tears... She didn't even understand why her tears were so uncontrollably that she wanted to rush out.

Looking at Leng Ya, who was covered in blood and had no response, Ping'er turned around suddenly and knelt in the direction of Yan Cang: "Uncle Cang, save him... Ping'er begs to save him... You can take Ping'er's life or destroy his cultivation. Please don't let him die..."

Yan Cang's eyes swept across Leng Ya's body. Although his breath has not been cut off for the time being, his vitality has disappeared. There is no need for them to do it. In a short while, he will be completely alive. His eyes shifted to Ping'er, silently, with a little surprise and surprise on his face, wondering why she was pleading for him in such a manner. He said calmly: "He should have had the awareness of this moment when he dares to break into my Northern Emperor Sect. Ping'er, go back with me immediately, and I can still keep you. If you persist like this... Alas, he is a member of the evil sect after all, and the Northern Emperor Sect will not tolerate you because of him."

"No... Uncle Cang... Uncle Cang, you also see that he is so powerful... You usually cherish your talents as your life. If he could join the Northern Emperor Sect... I will definitely convince him to serve the Northern Emperor Sect. Please spare him and save him, okay?" Ping'er shook his head desperately, begging and shouting.

Yan Cang raised his eyebrows and sighed secretly: "If you really think so, then you have misread him. This is a person who will not kneel down even if he breaks his legs unless he voluntarily. He will never betray his original master... Ping'er, you are still young, I can't bear to ruin you like this. Since that's the case, let you give up earlier."

He stretched out his right hand, waved his void, and a long iron sword on the ground flew up from the ground, absorbed by him. When he flipped his wrist, the sword immediately drew a line of cold light and pierced at Leng Ya's throat.

The sword flew away with a sharp roar, but the moment the sword escaped, Yan Cang's pupils suddenly contracted, and a panic shout was about to roar out of his chest...

Chih...

The long sword entered the body, and the body pierced by the body held back the shouts that Yan Cang was about to say. His high-level heaven was so powerful that it was not easy for Leng Ya to avoid the sword that was thrown casually. And with the mid-level Ping'er spirit level, it was even more impossible to capture its flight trajectory. But at the moment when the long sword left his hand, he watched the long sword that pierced Leng Ya's throat blocked by a body that pounced on him. At that moment, Yan Cang didn't react at all...

The sword passed through Ping'er's left chest and pierced his heart directly. Her fragile body was not enough to completely curb the sword force. The tip of the sword still passed through her body and stabbed forward towards Leng Ya, but the direction pointed by the tip of the sword took a slight change under the block. It did not point above Leng Ya's throat, but just tilted downwards, piercing hard into his left shoulder, straight into his bones.

A sword, half-kneeling, and a body lying there, was tightly stringed together. Blood flowed down the sword, from top to bottom, from Ping'er's back, along the sword body, and onto Leng's left shoulder. It mixed with his blood.

The stinging pain made Leng Ya, whose consciousness almost completely collapsed, restored his slight awakening. Through his dispersed pupils, he saw the sword in a blur, and saw the screen blocking his body and his heart was pierced by a sword.

Yan Cang was stunned, and the faces of the four old men behind him were also slightly turbulent. Yan Cang took a step forward and sighed, "Ping'er, why are you doing this?"

"Please... save him..."

The heart is the most fragile vital of the human body. If an ordinary person's heart is penetrated by a sharp weapon, it will die immediately. Although Ping'er has a great cultivation level and can persist for longer than ordinary people, her heart is penetrated and she has stepped into the door of death. There is no possibility of survival. Her consciousness is floating, and her vision in front of her becomes blurry. She slowly recites with a weak voice like a mosquito and flies: "Uncle Cang... Please... save him..."

Yan Cang felt guilty, but he was not an emotional person after all, and would not give up his principles because of guilt. He closed his eyes with pain and said ashamed: "I have no children and no daughters in my life. You have always been half of my daughter. Ping'er, go with peace of mind..."

His voice stopped abruptly, his brows suddenly became crappy, and the four people behind him and dozens of people around him became gloomy and surprised, staring at Ping'er's direction.

Behind her, the Leng Cliff, which had already lost its vitality, slowly straightened up in a trembling state. His movements were extremely slow, and it seemed to be extremely difficult, as if a gust of wind could blow him down again. The sword that pierced his shoulder had been removed from his shoulder at some point, but the sword body had not moved, but was tightly grasped by him with his left hand, because once the sword body was moved, the screen that was stabbed into his heart would be killed immediately.

When his head was raised, two scarlet lights were like the terrifying eyes of a demon, radiating a creepy cold bloody light under the night. Everyone's eyes were forced to be attracted by irresistible power, and at the same time they concentrated on these eyes. When these eyes appeared, a murderous aura filled with endless resentment and sadness was like a sudden storm, cutting everyone's heart.

Something called trembling suddenly grew and expanded in everyone's heart... and then the legend of these eyes condensed into something called panic.

"Blood Killing Demon Eyes!" Yan Cang whispered. Leng Ya once opened the blood Killing Demon Eyes at the Tianchen Demon Martial Arts Conference and killed Yan Zheng in seconds with a blade in the void. Everyone in the Northern Emperor Sect knew about this. At this moment, it was the first time he saw this blood Killing Demon Eyes, but when Ren saw these eyes, he would call out its name without hesitation. Even when he faced these eyes, he felt a cold chill all over his body.

"Blood killing demon eyes..."

"This should be the blood-killing demon eyes!"

"He is obviously a dying person, why is he... Blood Killing Demon Eyes, really as terrifying as legendary? Be careful!"

"Is it because I'm about to die... or because of Ping'er? No matter what, today I want to see what changes will happen after opening the blood-killing demon eyes... Don't be too nervous. Can't we deal with a blood-killing demon eyes here?"

The four old men behind Yan Cang all made low voices, and their openings also showed that there was a lot of turmoil in their calm hearts. At the same time, under the murderous aura that made them secretly frightened, they all secretly raised their anger, and without any reservations, they were prepared with all their strength.

Unlike the first time he opened his blood-killing demon eyes in endless resentment and unwillingness, this time, he felt an endless despair, endless resentment, and the endless pain in his heart that seemed to be slackened by countless blood blades.

He did not attack like a rascal demon, but gently held Ping'er's body with his hands, his movements as if he was touching the blister that was about to break. Looking at her already bloodless face and feeling the vitality of her irreversible land, a drop of scarlet liquid dripped from his left eye and fell on Ping'er's face, slid down her cheeks, pulling out a blood-colored trace.

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