At this moment, the white-haired old man's eyes were getting more and more angry. He turned his head and looked at Wuqi. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and slapped him.

A crisp sound of "pop" suddenly sounded, and Wuqi couldn't resist it for a moment, and was slapped on his face with a strong force. His face was completely deformed, and his body could not withstand the invasion of this force and flew out directly.

When it landed on the ground, Wuqi's body was stained with blood, and at the same time, dense blood holes appeared on his body.

Starting from the face, it goes downward, and it directly extends to the calves, almost spreading throughout the body. Each blood hole is not very big, only as thick as a finger, but it is too many. At first glance, it is dense. Now it is like a sieve, and there is no place that is not bleeding.

Such a serious injury was caused by that palm. Wuqi suffered a huge blow. If he did not perform medical skills as soon as possible, his life would be difficult to protect.

However, the white-haired old man's palm seemed extremely powerful, but in fact, he had only used less than half of his strength. It is conceivable that if the white-haired old man was furious and had an impulse and took a desperate move, he would burst out with a terrible energy.

Wuqi is not a fool. He has extraordinary insight and can see through the thoughts of the old man with white hair at a glance. The other party will not kill him. Therefore, he knew very well whether the other party had tried his best to do his best in the palm just now, but even if he didn't see through the old man's thoughts, he could still guess a rough idea.

Because, judging by the exaggerated ability of the old man with a white haired appearance, he wanted his own life. It was as easy as taking a pupil. Therefore, the other party's palm was just to vent his dissatisfaction. Moreover, it was impossible for a strong man to deal with a weak man to use all his strength. This is common sense.

However, even though he knew that the old man with white hair did not use all his strength, Wuqi was shocked.

Because, he never expected that the other party could have such powerful power with a casual slap. What he didn't expect was that the damage caused to him by the palm that fell on his face was not just a point or an area, but was spread all over his body.

It is the first time to see this attack method with one point. It makes him feel particularly novel, opens his eyes, and gives him the opportunity to learn or imitate.

But now is not the time. So Wuqi endured it and did not immediately start medical treatment to heal the injuries on his body, and then directly imitate the methods of the old man with white hair to improve his tricks. Instead, he continued to remain weak, keep himself at a disadvantage and prevented the old man from taking heavier measures on himself.

In this regard, Wuqi gained an advantage in his scheming. Seeing that he was extremely difficult to breathe, the white-haired old man actually had no initial rage in his eyes. Instead, he sighed sadly, and his eyes gradually returned to calm. At the same time, the white-haired old man looked at him deeply and really stopped attacking him.

call!

Wuqi was relieved by this, but he still didn't expect everything. Although the white-haired old man didn't attack him, he still couldn't let go of Xiaodie and the others in his heart. He suddenly waved his palms and fingers, and suddenly pinched out an unfathomable hand-finger, aiming at the black fog that was about to disappear, and gave him a guide without hesitation.

At this point, the sky and the earth suddenly changed, and the light around it became dim, just like the night, making it increasingly difficult to see the surrounding environment.

At the same time, the earth began to vibrate without warning. Although the amplitude was not very violent at the beginning, as time went by, the deafening "rumbling" sound became louder and louder, and in the end, it was almost like a thunderous sound. The "boom!" sound covered up all the sounds within a radius of two or three to four thousand miles.

But these are not the key points. When the sky gradually changed from daytime to night, the "rumbling" sound of the violent tremor on the ground completely replaced the whistling wind and became the only sound here. The most terrifying key part of the white-haired old man appeared.

It was a light, a light completely transformed from a flying sword. Although it was exactly the same as the flying sword sacrificed by the white-haired old man before, there was no difference in appearance, but it was essentially different. Not to mention anything else, the material of this flying sword alone is extremely special.

When passing through the air, the light emitted was not a single color, but a variety of colors, sometimes noble purple, sometimes sad blue, sometimes turning into a charming red, sometimes turning into a vast white. In short, it changes unchanged, just like the ancestor of all flying swords, once it is sacrificed, it releases a wave far beyond other flying swords.

This fluctuation is invisible and intangible, but it is real. Under the madness, it keeps making a "swish" sound of breaking through the air, cutting the space inch by inch, leaving many space cracks. It can be seen that if you are hit by this sword, the consequences will be so terrible. It is definitely the end of one word. If you die, there will be no suspense.

The target of the flying sword is black fog, which means it...it wants to kill Xiaodie and the others who were sent to the distance by me!!!

When Wuqi saw the appearance of this flying sword, the first thing he thought of was the safety of Xiaodie and the others. Before, he was indeed slow to take action on that flying sword, but he was not too worried, because as long as Xiaodie did not die, he could rely on the medical skills he taught to cure everyone, but now this flying sword is different.

Such terrifying power and speed are probably not going to have any chance of treatment. Since Xiaodie cannot survive, the lives of others cannot be guaranteed. It is absolutely impossible for John and Xiaobai to block this flying sword.

As soon as he thought of this, Wuqi's gaze became firm. He suddenly took a deep breath. Regardless of the increasing severe pain from all over his body, it became increasingly unbearable. He released all the breath left in his body without hesitation, turned into an invisible big hand, held the Ancient Scroll in his hand, and pointed it at his one-arm and slashed it down.

At this moment, a muffled sound of "Puff!" suddenly rose up here. Wuqi's body trembled violently, and his arm suddenly broke under the attack of the ancient scroll. At this moment, the cut-off forearm flew into the black fog that was about to disappear at a lightning speed, and disappeared together at the same time when the black fog disappeared.

This scene happened very quickly. Although Wuqi's attack was far less than the flying sword sacrificed by the old man with white hair, his reaction speed was not slow. Moreover, the black fog was about to dissipate. Wuqi took this move and directly advanced the time when the black fog dissipated a lot. Finally, at the last moment, the white-haired old man's flying sword did not have time to rush into the black fog.

But doing this is very dangerous. The situation just now was a critical moment. Wuqi made so much effort and paid such a great price. He only managed to make the black fog disappear in a quick moment before the flying sword rushed into the black fog.

If it is a little slower, even if it is only for a moment, then the flying sword that is terrifying and powerful enough to kill anyone in an instant will not be suspended here, but will really rush into the black fog and take away the lives of everyone on the other side of the black fog.

And if this is true, then Wuqi will regret it and even feel in pain. Fortunately, he has stopped all the dangers now.

As soon as he thought about this, a happy smile finally appeared on Wuqi's face. Although his smile was very forced, because his whole body was so severe that he almost tortured that his nerves were numb, his mind was about to collapse, and his consciousness became blurry and weaker, and he might faint at any time, but Wuqi was really very happy.

That’s great! Now, Xiaodie and the others are absolutely fine! As long as Xiaodie launches medical skills, everyone’s injuries can be cured, including herself.

Realizing this, Wuqi's smile became even brighter.

But he was happy, and the others standing beside him were very unhappy, especially the old man with gray hair.

"You...you...you actually stopped me again and again!!!"

After a moment, the face of the white-haired old man twitched violently, his face suddenly became increasingly ugly, and his eyes became more and more scary. The strong murderous aura could no longer be suppressed, and became clearer and more obvious. With the madness, it gradually covered the surroundings, causing the temperature around to drop by more than ten degrees at once.

"What a strong murderous intent..."

Wuqi was shocked. It was the first time he felt such a strong murderous aura from the enemy. He couldn't help but be surprised and looked at the white-haired old man unexpectedly.

"Master! Don't worry about the sect leader's instructions. If we kill him directly, we can still bring the heavenly book back!"

On the other side, at this moment, many dissatisfied voices sounded behind the white-haired old man. They were no one else, but the disciples brought by the white-haired old man, including the middle-aged monk who only had souls but no entity.

"Yes! Master! The sect master just told us to take the heavenly books back! Why should we care so much about the identity of this kid? He has sent those people to places he didn't know, and we can't hide the fact that we grabbed the heavenly books. Since that's the case, just do it and kill this kid. This is just to avenge my two beloved disciples!"

Among the many disciples, the person who supported the white-haired old man to kill Wuqi was the middle-aged monk who lost his two beloved disciples and almost died under Wuqi's hands.

However, there are many disciples who support the white-haired old man to kill Wuqi, and a small number of people do not agree to do so. Those are all disciples who have a deep experience in Tianshan Gate and have early access to it. They are very clear about the disciples of the contemporary sect leader.

"It's not right! Master! If you do this, you will definitely make the Sect Master angry. If we don't know that this kid is the Lord of Heavenly Book before we go down the mountain, then there is no problem killing him, but you have just told the Sect Master about this matter with a thousand-mile voice transmission jade slip. If we kill this kid again now, that would be bad!"

"Indeed, Master, you must think twice!"

"Master...kill him!!! Don't worry about that much! If we don't kill him, we can't swallow this!"

"Master! Never be! Don't be impulsive and forget your identity! Impulsiveness is a devil. The more you are like this, the more rational you are! Otherwise, you will not have the chance to be promoted to the next acting sect leader in this life!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!