Peerless Xuantian Record

Chapter 537
A cold light flashed in Bai Shaotang's eyes, and Yan Ruogu also exuded a strong killing intent all over his body, the two stabbed at each other with their swords at the same time, several moves had been passed in the blink of an eye.

At this time, on the other side, Geng Tianjin and the others were also trapped in a tight siege, and disciples of the new alliance continued to flock to them. Jan was hurt.

Yan Qingyang saw everything in his eyes, and felt extremely painful in his heart. He understood that everyone was in danger to save him, but entering the country because of him alone might cause everyone to suffer because of it. Yan Qingyang couldn't bear it, He turned his head to Lan Bier and said, "Bi'er... I have lived a very happy life. I am happy because I have a good son, a good daughter-in-law, and so many good disciples."

Lan Bier blushed slightly, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Yan, after we rescue you, we will definitely make your life happier and happier."

Yan Qingyang looked at the people who were struggling with all their strength and murmured: "Is there a chance to go out? If it weren't for me, maybe everyone wouldn't be in such a dangerous situation like they are now..."

Lan Bier said, "Uncle Yan, what are you talking about?"

Yan Qingyang continued: "Gu'er has grown up, he is very filial and sensible, I have nothing to worry about, I am relieved to have you by his side in the days to come, and the disciples are the same, everyone They are very sensible, and there is nothing worth worrying about."

The more Lan Bier listened, the more wrong she became, she said anxiously: "Uncle Yan, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Qingyang said softly: "Bi'er, Gu'er is asking you to take care of him, tell him that I am proud of him, and tell him to live a good life..."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Qingyang looked up to the sky and screamed: "Ah..."

I saw that Yan Qingyang raised the remaining skill in his body to the limit, and then, there were a few bursting sounds from his body, all the big acupoints on Yan Qingyang's body burst, and several blood flowers burst out from his whole body , Lan Bier's sky was covered with blood stains.

"Uncle Yan..." Lan Bier cried out.

Her cry immediately attracted the attention of Yan Ruogu, Geng Tianjin and the others, and they all looked in Lan Bier's direction, only to see Yan Qingyang's big holes all over his body burst, and he was lying motionless on the ground, Lan Bier crouched. Weeping bitterly over him.

"father......"

"Master..."

Several people were in chaos, and Yan Ruogu had no intention of fighting, his whole body was empty, how could Bai Shaotang let go of such a good opportunity to stab his sea of ​​qi with a sword.

"puff"

This sword pierced directly into Yan Ruogu's sea of ​​qi, and immediately, Yan Ruogu felt that the real qi in his dantian was continuously leaking out.With his last breath of true energy, he slapped a palm with all his strength. The power of this palm was astonishing. Bai Shaotang was also thrown to the ground by him, and he fell into a mess. However, he was protected by the Haotian Divine Armor. Can't hurt him.

Yan Ruogu clutched his stomach and staggered to Yan Qingyang's side, hugged him in his arms and let out a long cry. .

"Ah...Father..." He couldn't hold back the pain in his heart any longer, tears streaming down his face.

Lan Bier blocked the surrounding attacks for him, and cried: "Brother Yan, get up quickly, let's go, Uncle Yan asked me to tell you before he died, telling you to live a good life."

Yan Ruogu was still crying to himself, Lan Bier said again: "Brother Yan, don't you understand why Uncle Yan did this? Do you really have the heart to let Uncle Yan sacrifice in vain like this?"

Yan Ruogu held back his crying, lowered his head and said: "I know, father, forgive me for being unfilial, I must kill Bai Shaotang today." As he said, he tore off a piece of his clothes and patted the wound on his lower abdomen After a while, he stood up and walked towards Bai Shaotang step by step holding the Potianjian. . . . . . .

(End of this chapter)