"Gu Fenghua, stop it. I can't watch the Lord die under your hands!" Seeing that the deacons couldn't make up their minds, Yue Yanlin had no time to stir them up. He stamped his feet and rushed towards Gu Fenghua.

In any case, he has to stop Gu Fenghua and never give her another chance to save others.

Seeing Yue Yanlin's angry appearance, Gu Fenghua was not moved at all. He was stabbed again.

Behind him, the night cloud is still quiet with a calm smile, eyes are suddenly become sharp up. With him, with Yue Yanlin's strength, how can he hurt Gu Fenghua?

But this time, before he could make a move, he saw a young man standing in front of Yue Yanlin, Qin Haofang, Su Liangyong's disciple.

"Mr. Yue, please stay!" In a flash of cold light, Qin Haofang's long sword came out of its sheath and pointed at Yue Yanlin.

At the sight of Qin Haofang's hand, more than ten other young disciples did not even think about it. They quickly stepped forward, stood side by side with Qin Haofang, and pulled out their waist swords.

"Haofang, what are you doing? Do you really want to see the Lord die in her hands? He is your master Yue Yanlin had to stop and said sadly.

"Elder Yue, who else can save master besides her? Is that you?" In the face of Yue Yanlin's question, Qin Haofang was not moved and asked calmly.

"But even so, can't you watch the Lord die in her hands?" Yue Yanlin a face headache, a face can't bear to say.

"I believe that if she can't save Shifu, no one can." Qin Haofang's eyes also showed some pain, but he said firmly.

Master treats him like a mountain of kindness. Of course, he doesn't want him to encounter misfortune, but the fact is that he has no choice but to believe in Gu Fenghua.

"You! OK, OK, Qin Haofang, you can not take master's life and death seriously. As an elder of the sect, I can't just sit back and ignore the Lord's life and death. If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for being ruthless. " Yue Yanlin's eyes were red. He pulled out his sword and roared angrily.

That's true. In fact, Gu Fenghua and Qin Haofang are worried about it. Seeing that Gu Fenghua is still stabbed one by one, Qin Haofang refuses to give way. If he goes on like this, maybe Gu Fenghua has cured Su Liangyong, and he has no chance to do it.

"Mr. Yue, how do you feel that you don't want to be saved?" Qin Haofang said suddenly.

In fact, since Yue Yanlin was stopped by Gu Fenghua for the first time, he noticed something. At that time, he was worried about master's injury and didn't think much about it. Then he gradually calmed down and felt that something was wrong. When he saw Yue Yanlin's angry appearance, his suspicion became more and more intense.

Of course, just doubting, he shouldn't be so eloquent, but in order to stop Gu Fenghua, Yue Yanlin even pulled out his sword, and he couldn't do without saying it. After all, he is the elder of the sect. Even if he is in the light of the elder, his strength is much higher than him. Gu Fenghua's needling technique has obviously reached the most critical moment. Whether the master is alive or dead depends on this. There must be no accident.

"What are you talking about?" Yueyanlin guilty, smell speech suddenly surprised, subconsciously stopped.

"Thousand machine misty cloud refers to, originally is thousand machine misty cloud refers to!" At this time, Liang Yunshi suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

Looking up, you can see that Gu Fenghua has put all the gold needles on Su Liangyong's body, but at last he gives a direction.