Yuan Yi looked in both directions and walked slowly towards Ping Ruoyu. He held her shoulders and said softly, "Ruoyu, are you alright? Do you still recognize me? "
Ping Ruoyu did not respond at first but after he called her a few times, her gaze slowly moved. Her eyes were like those of a dead ghost. Without saying a word, she raised her palm and chopped towards him. Halfway through, her palm suddenly turned into a claw. Yuan Yi could not dodge in time and a long gash appeared on his shoulder. Blood splattered everywhere. He leapt out and stabilized himself. Ignoring the people who were supporting him, he went forward to check again.
Ping Ruoyu was like a bomb that would explode at the slightest touch. Yuan Yi negotiated with her several times and tried his best not to use force. When he had no other choice, he reluctantly raised his hand and threw a punch. He hastily dealt with her two or three moves. His whole body was covered in wounds but he was still unwilling to give up. Manor Head Ping could not bear it and advised, "Yu 'er has already turned into a demon and does not recognize anyone. You … should not take any more risks."
Suddenly, he heard someone say coldly, "We haven't even tried yet. Why do you say it's impossible?" Even though Manor Head Ping had lost his arrogance, he still could not tolerate other people's impudence. He angrily looked back and saw Shangguan Yaohua standing at the side. Shangguan Yaohua stared at him coldly and said, "You are a father and you say you want to give up on your own daughter and let her fend for herself? Do you still have any conscience? "
As he said this, he turned to the side and shouted, "Young Master Yuan! Work harder! I also support you! Let this rotten and ignorant old man see how much potential can be created by relying on emotions other than worldly strength! "
Manor Head Ping was furious and said, "Yu 'er is my daughter. It's not your place to question me. Prince Cheng's official tone is full of authority but isn't it a little too broad? " At this time, Yuan Yi and Ping Ruoyu received a palm strike. The soles of their feet scraped the ground and they fell back about a foot, leaving two deep marks on the marble floor. His feet came to a halt, and he spurted a large mouthful of blood.
Shangguan Yaohua and the original Zhuangzhu rushed forward to support his arms. The Shangguan Yaohua asked with concern, "Gongzi Yuan, can you still hold on?" Yuan Yi coughed twice and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with difficulty. He smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Ping, your medicine is indeed extraordinary. Ruoyu's attack was indeed very fast. I couldn't block it …" As soon as he said this, the gathered Wulin ancestors immediately burst into an uproar.
Yuan Yi continued, "Although it's difficult to defeat her, it's not difficult to stall her for the time being and give everyone a chance to retreat. I've tried a few times, and I've finally figured it out … Leave the rest to me. "Just as he moved his body, his injured leg became limp, and he staggered slightly.
The original Manor Lord sternly said, "That's enough. Yi 'er, you've done too much. You were injured in the battle just now, so you need to recuperate. Leave the rest to me. "At the same time, he pressed down on his shoulder and silently channeled his internal energy to help him circulate his internal energy.
Yuan Yi said, "Father … father …" Yuan Yi said. The original Manor Lord didn't say anything, he waited for the zhenqi to circulate through his body. Then he turned his hand over and withdrew his palm. His body leaped up, and with a 'whoosh' sound he struck towards Ping Ruoyu.
Yuan Yi silently circulated his internal energy for a few more rounds, and then turned his head to comfort Manor Lord Ping, "Don't worry, my father knows what he's doing. As long as the situation permits, he won't hurt Ruoyu … "Manor Lord Ping smiled bitterly and said," This is a tribulation that both of us, father and daughter, should have suffered. It's already fortunate that we're able to get through this safely. How can we be unharmed? "
On the other side, the original Manor Lord had been observing the battle between Yuan Yi and Ping Ruoyu from the side. He saw that her moves were indeed disorderly, but they were extremely lethal. It was difficult for him to defend against her with his old martial arts skills. Even if he could clearly see the direction of the attack, it would take him a lot of effort to counterattack. After a few moves, he was unable to gain the upper hand.
When the people behind him saw this, they followed the trail and fled. It was as if Ping Ruoyu had eyes on the back of her head; she turned around in an instant and was as fast as an arrow leaving the bow. The original Manor Lord reached out and pressed his hand on her shoulder in midair. Ping Ruoyu raised her arm and brushed it away. A strong force immediately attacked and tore off a piece of her sleeve. The original Manor Lord's right chest was dyed bright red.
Ping Ruoyu rushed forward. Her speed was much slower than an ordinary person's. Her five fingers formed a claw and pierced through someone's chest from the back. Blood splattered everywhere, and a large piece of flesh was dragged on the ground. The original Manor Lord finally caught up. He used his family's fist technique to block the storm-like attack. Ping Ruoyu's eyes were lifeless; she only knew how to counter the attack. Suddenly she pulled her hand back and hacked another person's chest. Her palm rotated and met the original Manor Lord's attack again. Her movements were not messy at all.
Yuan Yi was watching the battle from the side. Her heart was hanging in the air. She frowned and said, "Ruoyu … why does she seem to care so much about the exit?"
Sure enough, Ping Ruoyu fought back and forth, but was slightly sluggish the rest of the time. If someone wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape, she would use all her strength to kill him before he could get close to the secret passage. She would not give up until she had killed him. She would rather expose the vital part of her back to the enemy. She would rather die together than let anyone escape in front of her eyes. The original Manor Lord gave face to his good friend and because she was his niece that he had taken care of since she was young, he would not really hurt her. As a result, the situation fell into a deadlock. It was clearly disadvantageous to his side.
Manor Lord Ping felt the pain for the first time. He sighed and said, "It's because before she took the medicine, her only thought was to perish together with the enemy. Even if she lost her mind, she would still act according to this hidden consciousness. Today's situation is destined to be a mess that cannot be cleaned up! It's all my fault. "Looking at her, her cheeks were sunken and her eyes drooped. In an instant, she looked as if she had aged ten years.
The group of people came in an orderly fashion. When it was time to escape, they did not care about the demeanor of the famous sects. They squeezed and pushed each other, each looking for a corner to escape.
Ping Ruoyu was fighting with the original Manor Lord, but she seemed to be completely unconcerned. The demon in her body was still able to see and hear in all directions. As soon as the sound was heard, she immediately straightened her body and dodged the palm that was aimed at her waist. When she leaned back, her waist had already rotated to an unimaginable degree. She was like a dark grey line, parallel to the side of the crowd. Her feet did not even blink as she rushed forward. Her internal energy was continuously activated and the palm wind that came into contact with her body fell.
Some of the weaker martial artists fell to the ground on the spot, several bloody holes appearing on their bodies. Occasionally, there were a few people with higher cultivation who had no choice but to free up their hands to defend. At this time, there was no other way but to meet her palm force head-on.
The crowd formed a circle and it was difficult to tell who would win. The Righteous Faction people were dragged along a trail of blood and fell to the ground. Most of them were unable to get up. Shangguan Yaohua watched with trepidation and thought, "This is bad. Old Man Ping is indeed not an ordinary person. He actually dared to do this! Whoever has this kind of army can dominate the world without any worries. No one in the world will dare to be his enemy …! Fortunately, there is only one pill. "
Second Manor Lord Xia and Manor Lord Liu looked at each other and squeezed together with the rest of the crowd. They split up and ran from both sides. Intentionally or unintentionally, they pressed their palms on the shoulders of the people next to them. The rest of the people did not know what to do. They thought that if they traveled together, they might be able to break out of the encirclement and did not resist.
When the crowd got close to the secret passage, Ping Ruoyu turned around and sent out a few palm strikes. The airflow in the air was so condensed that it became solid. Second Manor Lord Xia and Manor Lord Liu also sent out a palm strike. However, they did not meet her head on. Instead, they hit the back of the person in front of them and used him as a shield. Those people fell to the ground, their flesh and blood were badly mangled. However, because the force of the palm strike had canceled each other out, most of it had dissipated. The two of them casually pushed aside their shields and continued to charge forward.
Ping Ruoyu was not aware of their scheme. As soon as he felt someone moving, he raised his palm and attacked. The two of them used the same trick again. They pulled a person from the side and threw him out. As they ran, they waved their shields and neutralized the force of the palm strike. Finally, they reached the entrance of the secret passage as they wished. They dragged out one of the corpses and went in one after the other. Ping Ruoyu sent out another palm strike. The force of the palm strike only brushed past the wall outside the passage. However, Second Manor Lord Xia and Manor Lord Liu had already escaped as they wished.
Originally, everyone was filled with righteous indignation because of the death of their comrades. But when they saw that this method was feasible, they did not care about how despicable it was. They all grabbed their shields and the situation suddenly turned into a civil war. This situation was even more convenient for Ping Ruoyu. He did not relax because of the chaotic battle. He moved around the battlefield and occasionally sent out another palm strike, sending those who had their eyes fixed on the entrance to the Western Paradise.
Yuan Yi frowned and said, "These people from the Central Plains really don't have the slightest bit of maturity! I did not expect Uncle Xia and Uncle Liu to disregard their brotherhood. It looks like my father won't be able to hold on much longer. When that happens, Ruoyu's strength will be exhausted and he will be finished as well. Uncle Ping, let's go and lend a hand as soon as possible. "As he said that, he naturally wanted to help Uncle Ping. Manor Lord Ping's body stiffened and he anxiously brushed his arm away.
In the past, the four cities were constantly fighting each other. They all wanted to seize the overlord position and rule over the other three cities. They were hastily divided into four clans. It was all because of the unforeseen event. A great calamity loomed over them and they had no choice but to work together. However, after living in seclusion for many years, the ambition that had been buried deep in their bones for many years resurfaced. They were determined to rule over the Central Plains and rule over the world. Therefore, they were not on good terms with each other. They did not even want to maintain the facade that their ancestors had created. Many internal disputes arose and they were divided into several territories. They formed an alliance with each other and reaped the benefits in secret.
Manor Lord Ping had never really cared about the relatively weaker Xia and Liu clans. At most, they were ready-made resources that he could use. He was only secretly afraid of the original Manor Lord who had always been taciturn. Every day, he secretly plotted with the goal of defeating Yuan Yi. Now that he had to work together with Yuan Yi to take care of his own clan's affairs, he had lost all of his face.
Moreover, it was under the watchful eyes of everyone. Once he lost face, it would definitely spread throughout the Central Plains and he would never be able to raise his head again. Manor Lord Ping had always been proud and arrogant. Even if the situation was extremely urgent, he would rather sacrifice a daughter than give in easily.
When Yuan Yi saw his hesitant expression, he thought of the various hidden conflicts between the two clans. He was always extremely intelligent and naturally understood very quickly. He sighed deeply to himself. The four clans had always been able to see through the situation of the world and considered themselves to be detached from worldly affairs. This was why they had the right to condescendingly praise and belittle the people of the Central Plains. Now that he looked at it, how much more brilliant were they compared to the fools of the 'world' when it came to conflicts of interest between a group of ordinary people? He sighed and said, "Uncle Ping, if Ruoyu's situation continues to drag on, it won't be optimistic. If it drags on, it will definitely cause harm. Since you insist on staying out of this matter, there's nothing I can do. "
With a flick of his sleeve, a long sword appeared in his hand. The blade of the sword was as blue as water, but it was also as sparkling and translucent as the most exquisite jade. A layer of brilliance faintly flowed around the blade, as if it could make anyone who saw it unconsciously want to bow down under this heaven-made might. This was the treasured sword that had been passed down through the Yuan clan's ancestors. Every time Yuan Yi fought, he would never easily reveal it to others. This time, he probably knew that the situation was urgent and didn't hesitate to take out the last bit of his family's wealth.
Looking at the side of the original manor lord, his true martial arts might be comparable to that demon's, but because he was afraid of hurting Ping Ruoyu, it was inevitable that his hands and feet were tied. After fighting for a long time, his body had a few more wounds and his movements were no longer as nimble as before. Even standing to the side, one could hear his increasingly heavy breathing. On the contrary, the group of Wulin's righteous path was retreating step by step. The collapsed corpses on the ground continued to pile up. Blood flowed all over the ground, meandering into a river. Streams of blood flowed on the glossy ground. Against the light, it appeared even more glaring.
Manor Lord Ping's heart was in turmoil. He didn't want to join hands with others, and even more so, he didn't want others to help him. Even if he used the excuse that the other party was trying to curry favor with him, it would still be difficult to convince him. If the other party didn't have any evil intentions, then it would be charity. To him, this was something that he didn't need. In fact, he hated it to the extreme.
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