Chapter 76

The horrible golden Sabre light, like the sun slanting to the west, falls towards Yan Zhaoge!

But the other way is to cut through the air and the air of the terror sabre. It rolls the winds and winds in all directions, and then it comes out obliquely, blocking the golden Sabre light.

Yan Zhaoge doesn't look at his head either. He enters the guard array and runs directly to Zhao Shicheng, the leader of the eastern Tang Dynasty.

After the great disillusionment, he announced the lost Tianyuan counter current formula in the eight polar world, which was spread out by Yan Zhaoge.

Whirlpool counter current method, driven to the extreme by Yan Zhaoge, is as vigorous as a dragon.

At this time, it is not like the previous self-cultivation, guiding the black fog like disordered evil Qi into the body.

Instead, Yan and Zhao split out with one hand, as if wielding a broadsword, cutting at the black gas column that drew Zhao Shicheng!

When a knife fell, the black air column suddenly twisted violently!

It's like a real living snake, cut by a knife, wriggling with pain.

When the knife edge falls, the black gas column becomes thin obviously, as if a big gap has been cut!

"How to do it?" The faces of the people in the eastern Tang Dynasty look like ghosts.

Yan Zhaoge didn't have time to be polite to them. He used his palms like a knife and split them to the same position!

The black gas column vibrates violently and breaks!

One part quickly recovered from the abyss, the other poured into Zhao Shicheng's body.

Zhao Shicheng's body shook again, and blood flowed out of his mouth, but without the black air traction, people could finally take him out of zhenlongyuan.

Although shocked by the performance of Yan Zhaoge, the martial artists of the eastern Tang Dynasty knew that this was not a time for nonsense. They immediately helped Zhao Shicheng to withdraw to the outside of zhenlongyuan.

The storm on the top of the head is more intense, and the great sun saints begin to try to break down, while the Guangcheng mountain warriors keep blocking.

Dongshengjun began to move more and more without fear.

Several times, the Western oblique heaven burning knife fell, almost like destroying the whole town Longyuan together, burying all the people here.

Qin Changlao, who is as passionate as fire, is calm and calm at this time, seeking nothing but nothing.

He carefully took the offensive of dongshengjun one by one and ensured the evacuation of Yan Zhaoge, Zhao Shicheng and others.

Yan Zhaoge escorts Zhao Shicheng away with the martial artists of the eastern Tang Dynasty.

Today, the situation is still extremely unfavorable to himself and Guangcheng mountain. Zhao Shicheng is seriously injured. Even if he is rescued from zhenlongyuan, can he cope with this huge accident?

"Well? Something's wrong. What's the smell? "

Walking, Yan Zhaoge suddenly frowned, came to Zhao Shicheng's side, sniffed carefully.

"Do it! Pollens of thyme? " Yan Zhaoge turned his white eyes and said, "it's usually colorless and tasteless. It's only when you touch the disordered evil spirit of zhenlongyuan that the taste comes out."

The martial artists of the eastern Tang Dynasty all looked at Yan Zhaoge in surprise and daze.

Yan Zhaoge pinched his forehead: "Cangmang mountain, as expected, also inserted a hand."

The eastern Tang Dynasty has a tradition of refining pills. Zhao Shicheng, the leader of the eastern Tang Dynasty, is one of the top three Dandao masters in the territory of the eastern Tang Dynasty.

Even he didn't find his own abnormality, and it's no wonder that other martial artists of the eastern Tang Dynasty didn't know it.

Among the several holy places, the alchemy of Cangmang mountain is weak, and bailing ghost grass is never produced in the mountain area.

"Zhao Hao......" Yan Zhaoge squinted his eyes. He was the only one who knew such a cold knowledge of pharmacology in the eastern Tang Dynasty.

Across the distance, Zhao Hao's current accomplishments are not audible.

But he can point out the strong masters of Cangmang mountain to trace according to the smell.

If the other side really has a great master to take, the speed is faster than his own.

When the track is exposed, running alone is impossible.

"Ah Hu, grab a fast Warcraft and live it!" Yan Zhaoge orders, ah Hu does not ask the reason, and immediately executes.

Yan Zhaoge didn't care about the politeness and rudeness at this time. He stripped Zhao Shicheng's robe directly, put a bundle on the beast that ah Hu had captured, and then released the beast.

"Can't stop. Keep moving." Yan Zhaoge said, "after stripping the robe, Zhao Shibo still has the fragrance of Bailing ghost grass pollen."

"Stop and you'll be exposed."

The party continued to move forward, but at the moment, the vibration in zhenlongyuanzhong became more and more obvious, as if it were a crack in the sky.

"Your Majesty is getting worse!"

As he was walking, a warrior of the eastern Tang Dynasty said in a deep voice.

Yan Zhaoge frowned slightly, went to check, and saw Zhao Shicheng's face turned black, green and red.

This is that although he is in a coma, his internal Xuangong works by itself to resist the evil Qi invading into his body.

The two sides fought against each other and were affected by the external vibration, so that they were in danger of becoming possessed.

At this time, he will continue to move with him, but accelerate his death.

There are innate masters of martial arts in the eastern Tang Dynasty, who protect the law with their vigorous Qi. However, in the current environment where zhenlongyuan is like the end of heaven and earth, it is difficult to protect comprehensively.

Yan Zhaoge took a deep breath: "since we can't move on, let's compete with each other for time."

"Put down Zhao Shibo, and I will help him heal."

Because of the continuous magical performance of Yan Zhaoge and the relationship between Yan Family and Zhao Shicheng, the martial artists of the eastern Tang Dynasty chose to trust Yan Zhaoge.

Those who are strong in the realm of innate master should immediately come forward to help.

Yan and Zhao Ge put their hands on Zhao Shicheng's chest and waistcoat, and began to run the Tianyuan counter current formula to help Zhao Shicheng relieve the evil Qi in his body.

Ah Hu and others are close to Yan Zhaoge and Zhao Shicheng.

At the moment, ah Hu's face is serious. Looking at Yan Zhaoge and Zhao Shicheng, he is worried.

Fortunately, with the passage of time, Zhao Shicheng's situation is gradually stable, and everyone is happy to see him.

However, the formation with Zhao Shicheng as the core is becoming more and more unstable.

Obviously, the situation in Jingyang city is not optimistic.

At this time, ah Hu and others frowned. The dark fog broke in the distance, and a group of martial artists appeared.

Everyone here is dressed in black. It's just the clothes of the warriors in the vast mountains.

The leader, however, is a congenital master. Standing beside him is a young man, who is obviously Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao takes a look at Yan Zhaoge and Zhao Shicheng. His eyes are deep: "can you smell the pollens of Bailing ghost grass?"

"Fortunately, when the distance is close, the innate master can barely smell the taste. Otherwise, it's really in your plan to get rid of the shell."

The innately master of Cangmang mountain said lightly: "the Lord of Zhao is not injured at this moment, but the evil spirit of zhenlongyuan enters the body."

"If there is no cure, it will kill the Lord of Zhao."

"In this case, it's better not to fight. Elder he, the great master of our sect, will arrive in a moment. It's just right that he helps the Lord of Zhao to heal his wounds."

He took a step forward: "saving people is like fighting a fire. It's better to give them to us sooner rather than later."

Zhao Hao did not look at Yan Zhaoge and ah Hu, but looked at other martial artists of the eastern Tang Dynasty: "it delayed the treatment time, or it killed the father and the emperor."

"Who can bear the responsibility?"