As soon as Yan Ming made a move, Wu Sisi naturally would not stand idly by. The three sword cultivators joined forces and rushed directly towards the "Saint Lord". The "Saint Lord" on the stage roared loudly, and all the townspeople suddenly turned their eyes blood red and rushed towards the three people on the field!
The entire place was in chaos. Fu Changling took advantage of the chaos to roll to the corner of the altar. He quickly pulled out the Ten Directions God-Slaying Formation, bit his finger, and dripped blood onto the formation. As he did all this, he looked up at the battle ahead and saw Wu Sisi fighting fiercely with the Saint, leading the Saint away from the altar. Qin Yan and Yan Ming were surrounded by ordinary people and completely submerged in the sea of people.
When Fu Changling saw the Holy Lord leaving the altar, he immediately jumped up and threw the Ten Directions God-Slaying Formation into the air. Then he stood on the altar. He held up the Spirit Gathering Tower in one hand and held the Qinggu Fan across the top of the Spirit Gathering Tower with the other hand, muttering something.
As soon as he started chanting the spell, the Spirit Gathering Tower began to absorb spiritual power frantically. At the same time, with his body as a vortex, the spiritual power of the entire secret realm surged towards him and rushed into his body.
The commotion alarmed the "Holy Lord." He turned around and roared wildly, and Wu Sisi's sword rushed directly towards him. The Holy Lord had no time to pay attention to Fu Changling. He roared again, and the townspeople immediately turned around and rushed towards Fu Changling. Qin Yan landed in the vicinity of Fu Changling without hesitation. With a sweep of his sword, he forced back the townspeople who rushed towards Fu Changling and protected him.
Fu Changling was unaware of everything around him. He closed his eyes, feeling the spiritual power flowing into his body. He familiarly guided the spiritual power to his dantian, and then compressed it rapidly. In just a moment, the pill was completed!
The moment his golden elixir was formed, the spiritual energy of the Spirit Gathering Tower immediately poured into his golden elixir, and the golden elixir was transformed into spiritual power, which flowed out all the way.
A blood-red magic circle under his feet spread outward with his feet as the center. Seeing that he was safe, Qin Yan jumped into the crowd and rushed in the direction he was supposed to go according to the plan.
Fu Changling opened his eyes and saw Qin Yan in the crowd not far away. The two looked at each other, and Qin Yan nodded. The long sword spun around his body, and the sword energy exploded instantly. Qin Yan took the opportunity to jump and landed in the south. At the same time, Fu Changling raised his hand and threw a small formation in the direction of Qin Yan, which just blocked the townspeople who were attacking Qin Yan. At that moment, Qin Yan's sword was like a dragon and snake, and he drew the first small formation in an instant.
Then Qin Yan didn't stop and immediately flew towards the east. Fu Changling was no longer worried about Qin Yan and raised his eyes to look at Yan Ming.
Yan Ming did not have the skills of Qin Yan, and was surrounded by a group of people in the north. Fu Changling saw that he was unable to resist, so he closed his eyes and chanted a spell. Dozens of spells rushed towards Yan Ming and surrounded him. Yan Ming got a moment to catch his breath and hurried to the north where he was supposed to go.
At this moment, the Ten Directions God-Slaying Formation had already illuminated the east and south directions, and Fu Changling was allowing it to continue spreading to the remaining two directions.
The Saint, held back by Wu Sisi, clearly sensed a problem at the altar behind him. He growled furiously, and the townspeople rushed towards Fu Changling. However, Fu Changling had been prepared. A protective formation at his feet protected him from outside interference for a short period of time. The townspeople rushed towards him, but were repelled by the barrier.
He closed his eyes and quickly urged the formation to spread out. The spiritual energy at the center of the formation fluctuated, and the wind blew his long hair all over the place, and his wide sleeves fluttered, but he remained calm and composed, as if standing on the crest of a storm, but motionless.
The formation expanded in circles around, and the Saint became obviously impatient. Seeing that Yan Ming had finished drawing the last small formation, Fu Changling's formation quickly spread to the two small formations. The Saint could no longer bear it. He grabbed Wu Sisi's wrist with one hand, roared, and threw the sword in his hand towards Fu Changling!
The sword swept towards Fu Changling with the power of the Spiritualization Stage. Qin Yan turned around and saw it, and exclaimed: "Fu Changling!"
Fu Changling opened his eyes when he heard the voice. At that moment, a man in white suddenly blocked his way. Then, with a muffled sound, a long sword suddenly pierced through the opponent's chest. Blood flowed down the long sword. Fu Changling opened his eyes wide. At the same time, the Ten Directions God-Slaying Formation under his feet reached the last small formation. The Ten Directions God-Slaying Formation suddenly lit up, and millions of lightsabers flew out from the formation, killing the Saint and the townspeople next to them.
There was a burst of wailing all around, and the blood of the young man in white clothes hanging in front of Fu Changling dripped onto Fu Changling's face along the tip of the sword. The blood was warm and a little burning. Fu Changling stared at him blankly. He felt that everything had quieted down and slowed down.
He murmured the other person's name: "Yan Ming..."
Why is he blocking here?
Why was he standing in front of him?
They had never met before, but had just met in a secret realm and had only been together for a few days. How could they have reached such a level?!
How could he do this?
Fu Changling was a reborn being, so if he died, he died. Yan Ming was only seventeen years old now, so how could he choose to take the sword for him? How could he be so foolish? How could he, like in his previous life, risk his life for someone else? Was he so loyal and kind to this extent?
He stared at Yan Ming blankly. At that moment, he felt that all the good and evil, all the emotions in his heart, were churning.
A black vortex swirled under his feet and wrapped around him, but Fu Changling was completely unaware of it. He just looked at Yan Ming in shock, with past scenes all before his eyes.
The surrounding Saints were trapped by the Ten Directions God-Slaying Formation. Wu Sisi and Qin Yan were restraining the Saints. Qin Yan turned around and saw Fu Changling, and immediately cried out in fear: "Fu Changling!"
However, Fu Changling couldn't hear him. He looked at Yan Ming, his eyelashes fluttering rapidly. Yan Ming looked down at him, his face pale, and forced a hard smile. Then he reached out to Fu Changling and murmured, "Changling..."
"Fu Changling!"
Qin Yan saw the two people who were almost swallowed by the black vortex, and he ran all the way. However, at that moment, all the townspeople and the Holy Lord seemed to have received some instructions and rushed towards Qin Yan together.
There were huge crowds of people around. Qin Yan's sword cut through one group of people, and another group rushed over.
They pulled him, and Qin Yan stared at Fu Changling, who was shrouded in black air in the distance. His muscles tensed, and he was covered in cold sweat. He seemed to recall something extremely terrifying, and couldn't help but shouting, "Fu Changling!"
The people in the black fog didn't move at all, and Qin Yan moved forward with difficulty.
Wherever his sword touched, there were people who seemed to have no sense of pain. After he chopped them in half, even if they had broken limbs, they would immediately stand up and pounce on him again.
Surrounded by such dense enemy forces, every step Qin Yan took was extremely difficult.
"Fu Changling..."
He was a little tired of shouting, but he knew he had to keep shouting.
One of the townspeople took advantage of the opportunity and pounced on Qin Yan while his sword was stuck in another townsperson's body, biting Qin Yan on the shoulder.
Qin Yan's teeth tore through the flesh, and his sword swirled around, cutting away the person hanging behind him and biting him, and he took a step forward.
"Fu Changling..."
This seemed to have become a kind of support for him at this moment, a belief. What this name represents is far more than just one person, it represents the past and the future.
He felt the blood flowing and his vision became a little dizzy, but he still had to move forward.
If it were an ordinary person, at this point, he would probably not be able to go on.
But Qin Yan is different.
Even if he feels that every step is so desperate, every step is so difficult, the people in front of him are indifferent, he seems to be facing thousands of troops alone, fighting alone, but he will keep going.
He has been walking like this all his life.
Not afraid of walking for another lifetime.
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