Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

There was a hint of coldness in the eyes of the national teacher. He knew that if he could not quickly deal with Zhao Huoling, his plan would completely fail.

He began to operate the Bagua plate with all his strength, and the power of the formation began to frantically absorb Zhao Huoling's spiritual energy.

"Yue'er, go quickly!" Zhao Huoling used up his last bit of strength to push the girl to a safe place. At the same time, his eyes became determined.

Upon seeing this, the Imperial Master sneered and increased the strength of the formation. He wanted to drain all of Zhao Huoling's spiritual power in one fell swoop.

A powerful spiritual power suddenly burst out from Zhao Huoling's body, and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

"If you want to live forever? Then I will end your dream of immortality!" Zhao Huoling bit his tongue and sprayed it on the sword, then he slashed at the imperial teacher with a fatal blow with his heart's blood burning.

The state teacher's face changed drastically. He was just a mortal who had touched the threshold of becoming an immortal, but this time he had run into the real deal.

"Not good!" The national teacher was shocked. He hurriedly wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

Zhao Huoling wielded his sword, the tip of which condensed with powerful spiritual power, and slashed at the Imperial Master. This sword contained all his anger and strength, and the sword energy was like a flash of lightning, going straight to the Imperial Master's face.

The Imperial Master hurriedly summoned the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, trying to block the sword, but Zhao Huoling's power was too strong. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner spread countless cracks in the face of the sword energy and almost shattered.

"Ah!" The National Master let out a scream. He was hit by the sword energy that the Ten Thousand Souls Banner could not resolve. His body flew out like a kite with a broken string and hit heavily against the pillar of the hall, spurting out blood from his mouth.

Zhao Huoling's body also became weak due to the loss of some of his heart blood, and his body was on the verge of collapse.

In this Dharma-Ending Age, with no spiritual energy to replenish, it was a miracle that one could still stand.

"Young Master Zhao!" the girl exclaimed and hurriedly ran forward to support Zhao Huoling.

Zhao Huoling smiled slightly. He knew he had done his best. He used up his last bit of strength and said to the girl, "Yue'er, hurry up and leave here."

The girl's eyes were filled with tears. She held Zhao Huoling's hand tightly and said reluctantly: "No, I won't leave. I want to stay with you."

A trace of surprise flashed across Zhao Huoling's eyes. He turned his face away, his ears slightly red, and whispered, "Stop fooling around, leave!"

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall, and a group of sword servants rushed in. When they saw that the national teacher was injured, they immediately surrounded him.

Although the Imperial Master was injured, his eyes were still filled with viciousness. He shouted to the sword servants, "Catch Zhao Huoling! He has kidnapped the princess!"

The sword servants immediately drew their weapons and rushed towards Zhao Huoling and the girl.

Zhao Huoling was slandered, but he just raised his sword in resistance with a defiant look. His opponents were all the imperial master's men, so there was nothing to explain.

No matter how powerful the sword servants were, they had never seen a man like Zhao Huoling who could cut iron and split stone with one sword, and they suffered heavy casualties in a short time.

Each of Zhao Huoling's sword strikes made a sound of breaking through the air, and the sword energy was so powerful that he could chop down the sword servants who rushed up with their swords.

However, the sword servants were all cannon fodder brainwashed by the national teacher. Due to their large number, Zhao Huoling's physical strength was rapidly consumed. His face became paler and paler, and every time he swung the sword, it was as if he was fighting against his dry and cracked internal organs.

Zhao Huoling had more and more wounds on his body, and blood gradually dyed his clothes red, but he still protected the girl tightly, broke through the encirclement and arrived at the gate of the Imperial Master's Mansion.

At this moment, the figure of the national teacher approached quietly among the chaotic crowd, with a cunning light flashing in his eyes and an evil weapon in his hand, which was his final killing move.

He knew that it was impossible to confront Zhao Huoling head-on. The only way to completely defeat this powerful enemy was to launch a sneak attack when Zhao Huoling was almost exhausted by this mortal.

Zhao Huoling felt the murderous intent behind him, but his body had reached its limit. Every breath was like swallowing a blade, and his sword moves gradually slowed down.

The national teacher took the opportunity to shoot out the hidden weapon, and a beam of cold light pointed directly at Zhao Huoling's back.

"Be careful!" the girl shouted and pushed Zhao Huoling away. Her arm was instantly pierced by a hidden weapon. Although the evil weapon was not orthodox, it also drained her life in an instant.

Zhao Huoling staggered two steps and stopped. He turned around and saw the wound on the girl's arm, and a trace of shock and pain flashed in his eyes.

The girl's face quickly turned pale, her lips turned bloodless, and she fell backwards. The skin exposed under her gorgeous clothes was so pale that it was transparent, like a falling flower under the moon.

"Yue'er, you will be fine..." Zhao Huoling's voice was full of pain and self-blame. He hurriedly covered the girl's wound with trembling hands, trying to stop the blood from flowing out.

He wanted to open the ring and use the elixir to save her, but he couldn't because his spiritual power was exhausted. He hugged the girl with red eyes.

When the national teacher saw this, a cruel smile flashed in his eyes. He took advantage of Zhao Huoling's grief and threw another hidden weapon.

The hidden weapon penetrated Zhao Huoling's flesh and blood and embedded deeply into his back.

Zhao Huoling's body shook violently and his sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

He struggled to protect the girl in his arms, and cushioned her under his body, then collapsed to the ground exhausted.

A smug smile appeared on the face of the national teacher, and he slowly walked towards Zhao Huoling.

He squatted down, looked into Zhao Huoling's eyes, sneered and said: "As expected of a cultivator, your copper skin and iron bones are indeed impressive, but my evil weapon is not to be trifled with."

Zhao Huoling's consciousness began to blur, and he felt his strength rapidly ebbing away, but he had only one thought in his mind - to protect the princess.

He held the girl's hand tightly until the last trace of consciousness disappeared.

The sword servants came over and surrounded Zhao Huoling.

The national teacher kicked Zhao Huoling's hand away and grabbed the girl into his arms. The princess's lotus was still useful for repairing her celestial body, so he put his hand on the girl's neck and transferred the life force he had taken away back to her.

The only sounds in the hall were Zhao Huoling's heavy breathing and the footsteps of the sword servants.

"Drag him away, lock his collarbones and throw him into jail." The national teacher stood up and ordered the sword servant to take Zhao Huoling away. He wanted to control this cultivator completely and study him carefully.

Zhao Huoling's body was dragged away roughly by the sword servant, and his spiritual sword was abandoned on the cold ground, covered in blood.

The girl gradually regained a bit of life in the arms of the imperial teacher and lowered her eyes weakly. She had made the right bet, as the imperial teacher really was reluctant to let the princess die.

She looked at Zhao Huoling being dragged away, feeling a little pain in her heart. Her real body was not here, and her consciousness at this moment was just a scoop in the vast sea of ​​knowledge.

She was forcibly teleported from the dream world and she doesn't even have a physical body, let alone a sea of ​​consciousness. This is not the world of immortal cultivation. If she wants a magic weapon, she has a spirit body, but if she wants strength, she only has the power of a seventh-level Qi training level strike.

The Imperial Master needs a lotus to be reborn to repair his celestial body. This must be because he has reached the perfect state and needs a breakthrough.

Qin Muyue could only take one step at a time, waiting to see if the afterimage of time and space would come to visit her, a lonely spirit.

"Young Master Zhao..." Her voice was weak and trembling, with tears hanging on her eyelashes, and her pale lips made people feel pity for her.

The Imperial Master looked at the girl with a slightly deep look in his eyes. Her fragile posture, like a freshly picked magnolia flower with nowhere to rely on, satisfied the sadomasochistic fetish of a demon cultivator.

The girl saw his look and became frightened. She grabbed his collar and said weakly, "You evil Taoist... Let Mr. Zhao go!"

The imperial teacher's mood was ruined. He snorted coldly and handed the girl to the maid beside him.

"Keep a good look at her, she is still useful." The Imperial Master's voice was cold and ruthless, and he turned and left.

Zhao Huoling was dragged into a dark and damp dungeon. The sword servants roughly pierced his scapula with an iron hook and locked him to the wall. The sound of the iron chain echoed in the empty cell.

His consciousness was hazy and the wounds on his body were still bleeding, but his heart hurt more than his body.

He knew he had failed, he had failed to protect the little princess.

The dungeon door was slammed shut, and the sound of the chains was particularly harsh in the silence.

Zhao Huoling's whole body was getting colder and colder, and his breathing was getting weaker and weaker, but he had only one thought in his mind - he couldn't give up like this.

He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the darkness around him, his heart filled with unwillingness.

"I won't give up just like that..." His voice was weak but firm.