OK, stop beating, beat this kid to death, you won’t be alive, Taoist Master Qingxu suddenly shouted angrily, and the bandit stopped cursing and continued to press the knife against Zhou Ming’s neck. The blood on Zhou Ming’s forehead kept dripping, dyeing a large piece of clothes on his chest red with blood, but he kept cursing.

Taoist Master Qingxu was very proud and glanced at Wu Feng's leg injury. The sword was really passing by. Most of the sword body was stabbed into the flesh. He nodded with satisfaction and praised: How could the old Taoist Qingfeng accept such an apprentice as you? I have accepted hundreds of apprentices in Wohu Mountain, but none of them are decent. This old Taoist Qingfeng is too lucky.

Master Qingxu couldn't help but feel a little jealous in his words. He looked at Master Qingfeng, and the more he looked, he became more and more angry. He felt that God was not fair to him at all. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Wu Feng, and said gloomyly: I asked you to pull out your sword and give you another leg a sword. It's still the same rule. If you don't stab yourself, I will go and chop your master. You kid will do it yourself.

Wu Feng nodded without saying anything. He held the hilt of the sword in his hand and pulled out the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss sword from his thigh. Blood suddenly burst out and he was about to stab his other thigh.

Stop, Master Qingfeng suddenly shouted loudly and said in surprise: Feng'er, you have learned your feelings, but Master can't drag you down. Instead of letting all the three of us die here, it's better to let Master die first. Speaking of this, Master Qingfeng suddenly kept silent, and his face instantly turned into a purple color. He had already led his true energy out of his dantian and rushed towards the blood vessels everywhere in his body. First, a muffled sound suddenly came from his chest, and a stream of blood spurted out from Master Qingfeng's chest, and blood was faintly deep in other places. He was trying to use his true energy to break through the blood vessels and explode his body and die.

Taoist Qingxu was shocked and let out a low voice. He quickly stretched out his fingers and tapped several large acupoints on Taoist Qingfeng's body, sealing the flowing true energy in his body, thus preventing the blood from spewing out of his body, and snoring his breath again. There were still a few breaths. Now he just fainted, and then he felt relieved.

Wu Feng and Zhou Ming were both shocked, and at the same time, they shouted at the master, and Wu Feng was about to rush towards Master Qingfeng.

After stopping, Master Qingxu shouted again and said lightly: Don't worry, your master will not die for a while. I have sealed his acupoints, but I can't hold on for much time. I am not in the mood to play with you. Hurry up and let the officers and soldiers retreat from Heifeng Village, otherwise I will kill your master.

Wu Feng stopped, but glanced at Taoist Qingxu's back. Just now, a yellow shadow flashed behind Taoist Qingxu. Wu Feng could see clearly that the yellow shadow was clearly the yellow-haired monkey. It had hidden behind Taoist Qingxu at some point. The yellow-haired monkey was covered in wounds and covered in blood. It seemed that it was very injured.
Chapter completed!