The scholar who escaped in front of me was Murong Lianyun from Wanfa Academy!

At the same time, Murong Lianyun also saw him.

The two were not monks from the same camp, but at this moment, the instinct to survive still made Murong Lianyun ask him for help.

"Brother Ouyang, save my life!" Murong Lianyun shouted loudly.

"rest assured."

Ouyang Qianren responded: "I have signed an alliance agreement with Zhang Shouzheng. I will never stop waiting for death. This trip is here to help you!"

After hearing this, Murong Lianyun looked overjoyed and rushed towards his direction.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly rang in the air: "I said why did you run so fast? It turned out that you found a reinforcement."

Hearing this voice, Murong Lianyun's face turned pale in an instant.

At the same time, the void in the distance was torn apart, and a figure slowly walked out.

This man was wearing a red robe, with two-colored eyes and long hair draped over his shoulders, looking very evil.

A middle-aged man was next to him, but his face was pale and breathless. He seemed to have been dead for a long time, and now he is just a corpse.

"Shi Xin Jing?" Ouyang Qianren's pupils shrank slightly.

He knew this person a little, and he was the second master of the Holy Spirit Academy. He practiced "grade talent" and his strength was second only to Luo Qing.

Unexpectedly, in just a short moment, this person died and became a corpse!

"Are you here to save him?" The man in red robe looked at him for a moment with a cold look.

"Of course." Ouyang Qianren said lightly.

"hehe."

The man in red robe smiled slightly: "A mere junior, I am overestimating my abilities, and I don't even have the qualifications to let me sacrifice the flying sword."

After saying that, he waved his sleeves lightly.

Beside him, Shi Xinci's corpse suddenly widened his eyes and opened his mouth, and a thick mist of blood spread out from his seven orifices.

These blood mists quickly gathered above the head and turned into a sharp blood sword in a blink of an eye.

brush!

The blood sword broke through the air, emitting a terrifying evil aura, and the target locked on Murong Lianyun who was running away.

Seeing the strangeness behind him, Murong Lianyun turned around and his face changed drastically.

"not good!"

He was anxious, and he turned his right hand and a brush appeared in his palm, splashing ink in the air to paint.

roar!

With a dragon roar, the ink dragon rushed out and crashed into the blood-colored sword light coming towards him.

"Flying ink talent" can make ink a dragon, and splash ink a sea.

Murong Lianyun tried his best to finish the finishing touch of Mo Long while drawing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

In an instant, there were continuous shadows of rolling mountains in the air, and there were roaring waves between the mountains and rivers, thus forming a powerful defensive barrier.

Everything is to stop the blood sword!

Rumble!

A loud bang came from mid-air.

The blood sword fell like a peerless ferocious beast, cutting the ink dragon transformed by "Fei Mo Talent" into flying ashes.

Immediately afterwards, the sword light turned and rushed into the phantom of the mountains and rivers. It took only a few breaths to tear the magnificent ink painting to pieces!

"Um..." Murong Lianyun groaned.

All the spells were cracked, and before the blood sword could fall on him, a vicious aura had already rushed towards him.

Murong Lianyun could not resist it. He was invaded by this evil energy and instantly bleeding from seven orifices, and his aura was weakened by most of his breath.

"Haha, I said, no one can save you." The man in red robe looked cold with his eyes.

"stop!"

Ouyang Qianren suddenly pointed with his hand.

I saw a silver light soaring into the sky. The void was torn apart wherever I passed, and sword marks spread around, as if they were about to shatter the world!

The powerful sword intent made the face of the man in red robe change.

“Huh?”

Before he could react, the silver sword light had already arrived beside Murong Lianyun and blocked the blood sword in the air for him.

The two sides fought head-on, and two different sword intents collided with each other, like a volcano erupting, and powerful forces swept across all directions.

Murong Lianyun was nearby and his face was pale in an instant.

He felt that he was in the world of ice and fire, half boiling and half cold, and had never had such a painful experience in his life.

It was the moment of despair that a ray of glow flew over, rolling his body, and instantly reached a thousand feet away.

Murong Lianyun turned around and saw Ouyang Qianren standing beside him.

He knew that he was saved by this person, and he was filled with mixed feelings and did not care about Taoism. The hatred between the two Confucian factions immediately bowed to Ouyang Qianren and said, "Thank you brother Taoism for saving your life."

"Save life? Humph, it's too early to say it now. Let's find a way to survive first."
Chapter completed!