Medical Martial God Chapter 572: I want him to beg me!

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"Ding!"

With the clear sound of metal transfer quietly sounded at this moment, it was the madman Lin Feng's Jianglong sword colliding with Jian Xilai's Wushuang sword.

The attack was blocked, the madman Lin Feng raised his brows, a cold light flashed in his eyes, his arms shook violently, and a powerful force erupted from his Dragon Sword, and the sword came to the west to shudder.

"Stick and pedal..."

The sword was shaken back from the west, and before he had time to stabilize his figure, I saw the palm of the crazy demon Lin Feng slammed, and the sixteen fingertip blades flew from his hand like sixteen throwing knives. Coming out, attacked and killed Jianxi and sealed his retreat, making him look cold.

"Huh!"

Seeing that the sword came from the west with a cold snort of disdain, and the soles of the feet slammed, the sharp sword aura shot out from the ground without warning like a sharp sword, shooting out the sixteen fingertip blades. Give all resistance.

"Chilli..."

However, just taking advantage of the gap just now, Lin Feng, the crazy demon, appeared above Jianxilai's head, the sword light flickered, and the bright light bloomed on the Dragon-falling sword. He was clenched with one hand and slammed toward Jianxi. Come cut it off.

"Ding!"

Jian Xilai's face was cold, and the Wushuang sword in his hand violently blocked the top of his head and collided with the fallen Dragon Sword of the mad demon Lin Feng, making a crisp sound.

"Boom..."

At the same time, Jian Xilai's body slammed sideways to one side, and patted the chest of the lunatic Lin Feng with a palm.

The moment he turned sideways, the invisible sword energy exploded on the Dragon Sword, cutting open the thick floor, leaving a trace of three meters long.

If it weren't for Jianxilai to react quickly, I am afraid that he was divided by the sword of the mad demon Lin Feng just now. One can imagine how powerful the sword of the mad demon Lin Feng is.

"Boom!"

Facing Jian Xilai's dodge palm, the cold light in Lin Feng's eyes flickered, and he didn't mean to dodge at all. Instead, his left hand clenched a fist and surrounded the black energy and slammed Jianxilai's palm against his chest. Smashed out.

The dull collision sound, the palm of Jianxilai collided with the fist of Mad Demon Lin Feng, and the surging fist exploded on Mad Demon Lin Feng’s fist, unceremoniously shattering and swallowing the palm of Jianxilai Then rushed into his body brutally...

"Puff......"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Jianxilai's mouth, and his body stepped back dozens of steps before stabilizing his body.

"Mad, you..."

He was about to speak, but Lin Feng, the madman, did not give him any chance to speak at all. His whip legs were surrounded by black energy and swept toward the west like a dragon, making his eyes flicker. , There was a cold voice in his mouth.

"Sword Twenty One!"

"Boom!"

As the words of Jianxilai came down, twenty-one unparalleled flying swords condensed from Jianxilai’s painstakingly tempered qi, formed a sword cage to stand in front of him and kick the crazy demon Lin Feng. The coming whip legs collided together.

"Crack..."

However, the sword cage was shattered by the powerful force carried by the lunatic Lin Feng's whip leg after only holding on for a moment, making his whip leg stay on Jian Xilai's body without loss.

Bright red blood spouted from Jian Xilai's mouth, his body was shaken upside down like a cannonball, and he slammed heavily on the sofa in the living room, knocking it over.

If it weren't for Jian Xilai to forcefully flip a volley to stabilize his figure at the critical moment, he might have been pressed on the sofa at this moment.

"Sovereign!"

"Sovereign..."

"Sovereign, how are you?"

Seeing this scene, the right elder and many powerful men of Wushuang Sword Sect couldn’t help but rush quickly

Go to Jianxilai to hold his body, and there are voices of concern.

Jian Xilai's face was cold, his fists creaked, and he stretched out his palm to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring at Ye Xuan coldly, and the intense killing intent in his eyes surged wildly.

Obviously, he didn't expect this madman Lin Feng to act so hate, so difficult and tricky.

In addition, the space here is narrow, and all his swordsmanship and martial arts are all open and close, limited here, it is difficult to use it, making his sword Xilai feel angry.

"Is this the Sect Master of Wushuang Sword Sect? But so!"

Easily shook the sword to the west, the crazy demon Lin Feng did not shoot again but stared at Jian Xilai with cold eyes, disdainful words came out of his mouth.

The brief fight just now made him understand that although this sword Xilai is the master of a sect, with extraordinary strength and unparalleled swordsmanship, it is not as difficult to deal with as imagined.

Hearing the words of the crazy demon Lin Feng, Jian Xilai's face was cold, his fists creaked, he was about to speak, but Jian Wuhen next to him sneered and spoke, with a harsh voice in his mouth. Out: "The dignified madman is nothing more than that, it will only take advantage of sneak attacks! If it is not the suzerain who is afraid of ruining this place and hurting the innocent, do you think you can still stand here and talk? Why..."

"No trace!"

Jian Wuhen's words were interrupted by Jian Xilai's cold and indifferent voice before he could finish.

He slowly raised his head and swept his icy gaze away from the madman Lin Feng and Lin Zhenghao, and finally fell on Ye Xuan's body. A cold word came from his mouth: "Boy, let's talk about it today! What are you going to do?"

"Sect Master Sword, this is a good question. What do you think about today's affairs?"

Listening to Jianxi's words, Ye Xuan yawned, stretched lazily, and spoke slowly.

"Hand over the antidote on the assistant master of Wuji, we will let you go!"

Jian Xilai's eyes flashed with cold light, and he spoke coldly.

The opponent has a madman, Lin Feng, and Lin Zhenghao, these two difficult powers. If they really want to fight, he can only stop one of them. If they really want to fight, then they will undoubtedly lose both. .

This is what Jian Xilai didn't want to see.

Furthermore, if the poison of Qibu Deshengsan in Jian Wuji's body is not removed in time, it will be completely lost.

If Jian Wuji really died, it would undoubtedly be a huge loss for their Wushuang Jianzong.

Now Su Hai is surging, and the auction meeting is about to begin. The three elders and ancestors of their sect have not yet come, and this situation is not what he wants to see.

The so-called forbearance is calm for a while, take a step back and broaden the sky!

Jian Xilai had already made the plan to take a step back. As long as Ye Xuan crossed the seven-step antidote to the death of Sword Wuji's body, then he would let them go.

"Let us go? Jianxi, are you afraid you haven't figured out the situation, this is my site, the hotel I run, if you want to leave, you will also go!"

Lin Zhenghao said coldly when he heard the words coming from the west.

"Well, as long as Ye Xuan, this kid, hand over the cure, I will take someone away!"

Sword Xilai's face was cold, his fists creaked, and he gritted his teeth and spoke.

When has he been so angry?

However, in order to save Jian Wuji, he endured this breath.

However, Ye Xuan shook his head and smiled coldly when he heard Jianxi's words, "Sect Master Jian, you can go today. As for the cure or something, I think it's fine!"

"What do you mean?"

Jian Xilai has killing intent in his eyes, and danger is blooming.

"You are here

It’s been delayed for so long here, and most of the time has passed. It is troublesome to configure the antidote. It requires many rare medicinal materials, which are difficult to find. What's more, even if you have collected the medicinal materials for the antidote, now you have to give It's too late to configure the antidote for the old dog of Promise... so... don't waste your energy! "

"He! Dead! Set! It's hard to save the gods!"

Ye Xuan had a smile on his face, staring at Wuji Sword and Xianjian Wuji, and spoke word by word.

"You..."

"Puff......"

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Jian Wuji's complexion changed drastically, his expression was furious, and he was about to speak, but because of his anger, a mouth of black poisonous blood spurted from his mouth.

"Look...Because of your delay, the poison has corroded the heart and veins of Jian Wuji's five internal organs, and it is no longer saved!"

Looking at Jian Wuji who was vomiting blood, Ye Xuan said unhurriedly.

"Ye Xuan, you..."

Looking at Jian Wuji's appearance at this moment, Jian Wuhen and Jian Xilai's expressions couldn't help but change greatly, and they pointed their fingers at Ye Xuan and said angrily.

"Don't point your finger at me, and don't look at me like this, it's not weird! If you want to blame it, blame you for your rebelliousness. What I hate most is people who don't believe in words! If you abide by the agreement, Jian Wuji should have gotten the medicine at this moment... Alas, what a pity!"

Looking at Jian Wuhen, who looked angry, Jian Xilai and the others, Ye Xuan sighed softly, and helpless words came from his mouth.

"Asshole, I don't care about so much, now I want you to immediately prepare me an antidote. If Jian Wuji dies, this will never end, I want you all to bury him!"

Jian Xilai suddenly pulled out Wushuang Jianyao in his hand and pointed at Ye Xuan, cold words came from his mouth.

"Don't even think about threatening me, I hate other people's threats the most in my life! And...you alone are not qualified to threaten me now."

Ye Xuan completely ignored Jian Xilai's Wushuang sword angrily pointed at him, but spoke lightly.

"Asshole, you...cough cough..."

Jian Wuji had a pale face, staring at Ye Xuan with bitter eyes, coughing violently while clutching his chest.

He didn't expect that such an old river and lake of himself would be completely planted in the hands of a junior like Ye Xuan.

"Wuji Deputy Sect Master, how are you?"

"Wuji..."

Looking at Jian Wuji's tragic and weak appearance, many Wushuang Sword Sect's strong men hurriedly supported his body, with concerned words in his mouth.

"I will kill you!"

Jian Xilai was even holding a Wushuang sword with a fierce killing intent and wanted to rush towards Ye Xuan. He wanted to take Ye Xuan's head, but Jian Wuhen reached out and stopped him: "Sect Master, calm down... "

After that, Jian Wuhen raised his head and set his gaze on Ye Xuan's body, a cold and sharp light flashing in his eyes.

Ye Xuan looked at him, he looked at Ye Xuan.

Four eyes are facing each other, and an invisible aura permeates between the two.

After a while, Jian Wuhen sighed slightly, retracted his gaze, and said in a deep voice: "Ye Xuan, although we have not seen each other a few times, I know you! I know you must have saved the world. Master Uncle’s method! Uncle Wuji has treated me very well since I was a child, and I don’t want him to die! You can make a price!"

When I heard Jian Wuhen's words, looking at his appearance, Ye Xuan's brow wrinkled without a trace, and he said coldly.

"Are you begging me?"

"Just assume that I am begging you!"

Jian Wuhen hesitated for a moment, clenched his fists, lowered his head, and spoke coldly.

Ye Xuan smiled coldly, shook his head gently, and pointed at Jian Xilai with his fingers.

"It's no use begging me, I want Jianxi to come and he beg me!"