Meng Gang was the first to notice something was wrong, and immediately held his breath.
He was the least poisoned.
He saw the disciples' actions and knew how powerful they were, so he resisted and refused to catch them.
Murong Chen brought Murong Feng down, and after seeing a group of people mutilating themselves, he ignored them and checked Murong Feng's body.
Murong Wu's left foot twitched faintly.
Although the previous injury had improved, it was still serious.
Just now she got angry again and affected her left foot.
Now she was starting to feel pain while standing there.
The whole place was wailing, the sound was shrill, and the screams were filled with fear, which made people's hair stand on end, adding even more terror to the already gloomy Netherworld Valley.
Meng Gang endured the bone-hungry itch and stared at the three of them viciously, and found that the two men were doing something unknown and did not pay attention to this, while Murong Wu seemed to be injured and moved slowly.
So, while they were not paying attention, Meng Gang quietly withdrew from their sight, suddenly exerted his strength, and struck them with purple fighting spirit.
Murong and the three of them didn't notice it.
Suddenly, there was a chill behind them, and the hairs all over their body stood on end.
Then there was a strong flow of air rushing towards them.
In an instant, it hit Xue Qiu'er's miniaturized barrier.
With a bang, the barrier suddenly shattered, and the purple air flow continued to hit them.
Soon enough, an ancient sword suddenly shot out from the screaming crowd, blocking it directly in front of the fighting spirit, and the gushing fighting spirit hit it directly.
The three of them came back to their senses.
Murong Wu's icy eyes widened, and his slender body surged with murderous aura.
The surrounding area suddenly became a few degrees colder.
With a flick of his hand, the silver needle swished through the purple airflow and pierced the shameless person.
Meng Gang intended to hit them hard with his attack, but in the middle of the attack, Cheng Yaojin suddenly appeared and blocked his killing move with an invisible sword.
"Who will come out for me?"
Meng Gang was getting angry with embarrassment.
Suddenly, a silver light flashed in front of his eyes and he felt a sharp pain in his body.
"Ah" the shrill screams joined the wailing camp, and Meng Gang's several painful acupuncture points were pierced.
"Tsk, tsk, what's going on?
Why are we, Captain Meng, in such a mess?"
A gentle man slowly walked out from the group of people who were constantly mutilating themselves.
The magnetic male voice had a laziness that didn't fit the image, and he looked at Meng Gang, who was rolling on the ground, spoke unscrupulously.
Hearing the sound, Meng Gang, who was on the ground, raised his head with difficulty and said, "It's you."
When he saw the person coming, Meng Gang's eyes were bloodshot, and his round, triangular eyes were full of anger and viciousness, as if he wanted to eat the person in front of him alive.
"I'm so lucky that Captain Enmeng still remembers me."
The lazy voice sounded again.
Murong Wu looked at the person who suddenly ran out coldly, her whole body on alert.
This person didn't appear to be poisoned.
The man dressed in blue had a harmless look on his face.
He was still wearing the blue outfit gracefully.
His eyes were slightly narrowed, his thin lips were slightly raised, and there was an elegant smile on his lips.
He walked lightly and walked slowly towards Murong Wu.
Come Staring at the visitor, Murong Wu's body was already tense to the extreme.
The man in front of her looked like a handsome young man, gentle and harmless, but she could not detect the mysterious danger of his specific strength.
The ancient sword in the air gradually absorbed the purple fighting spirit completely.
The simple sword body paused in the air, and then flew back to the elegant man.
The sword fell in front of the man, and it seemed to be alive.
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The blade of the sword was bit by bit, and it was shaking left and right, as if asking for credit.
The man stretched out his hand and patted the hilt of the sword.
The sword flashed and then stopped for a few seconds, then flew directly back to the man's back and stopped there quietly.
Meng Gang, who was on the ground, stared at him with a cannibalistic look, "Meng Linghan, don't forget, you are also a member of the Meng family.
If you do this, the elders will not let you go."
Meng Gang struggled to his death, huge The body rolled around on the ground, and the rough voice was sharp and ravaged people's ears.
Meng Linghan stretched out his hand and rubbed his ears gently, "Really?"
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