Ye Xiong opened his eyes, stood up suddenly, turned into a stream of light, and flew towards Jiange dormitory.

"Axiong, don't be impulsive." Seeing his reaction, Youming screamed that he was not good and hurriedly followed in.

Almost instantly, Ye Xiong came to the door of the dormitory, where two disciples were guarding him.

The Jiange dormitory is a place where disciples usually rest, and disciples stay on the wheel for many years.

"Stop, which disciple are you? Why are you here for?" One of the disciples asked.

Ye Xiong slapped his palms and rushed out with a scattered power.

Before the two disciples could react, they were photographed dozens of meters away. When they fell down, they fainted.

Ye Xiong turned into a stream of light again, came to the door of Jian Wuhen's room, and kicked the door open.

boom!

The entire door was kicked in and hit the wall, destroying everything inside.

"Bold, who dares to scatter in my room?"

Jian Wuhen walked over from the basement and was furious.

Ye Xiong's body shook, and he had already arrived in front of Jian Wuhen, grabbed him with one hand and lifted him up.

Not to mention that Jian Wuhen's strength has dropped significantly now, even if he has not fallen, he is not his opponent.

Slap sex!

Ye Xiong started work left and right, slapped his palms hard on his face, breaking a few of his front teeth.

Jian Wuhen was directly fooled. The opponent was too fast and he had not had time to react.

"Leave him to me, hurry in and find Ruan Meigui." Youming said.

From Ye Xiong's attitude, she could guess that Ruan Meigui's situation was not optimistic, otherwise Ye Xiong would not be so angry.

"You are not dead yet?" Jian Wuhen heard Youming's voice and immediately recognized the two of them, and his face changed drastically.

"Look at her, don't kill me, I'll settle the score with him."

After Ye Xiong finished speaking, he threw Jian Wuhen on the ground, smashing his head to the point where he rushed into the ground room.

Although he had seen the situation here from his spiritual consciousness, Ye Xiong was still worried when he saw it.

Ruan Meigui was locked in an iron cage, her hands and feet were tied up, and her body was stuck to the cage, and her body was covered with blood.

The hair was pressed on her face, and the wet water traces spread out her hair and fell onto her body, melting the blood on her clothes, looking like a bloody man.

Almost in an instant, Ye Xiong's tears came out.

How long has she been tortured in this way?

It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t left her alone, she wouldn’t have suffered so much.

Last time, she was hung on the punishment platform for seven days and was dying for herself; this time, she was tortured like this, or because of herself. If she had not had a grudge against Jian Wuhen, she would not have been tortured like this.

.

Ye Xiong pulled out the blood-drinking sword, cut off the chain of the iron cage with a bang, and walked in.

Chirp!

Four sword lights fell accurately on the iron chains of her hands and feet, opening the iron chains.

Ruan Meigui's body was supported by iron chains. At this moment, the iron chain was cut off and he immediately fell to the ground.

Ye Xiong hugged her quickly. As soon as she entered her arms, she struggled desperately: "Let me go... don't touch me."

"Rose, it's me, it's me..." Ye Xiong said quickly.

Hearing this familiar voice, Ruan Meigui raised her head in disbelief, looked at the familiar face in front of her, her eyes instantly flowed down, and she said excitedly: "You are not dead, am I dreaming, aren't you?"

"You read that right, I'm not dead, I'm still alive." Ye Xiong held her tightly and said excitedly: "I'm sorry, I've made you wronged."

"I'm fine, my skin is damaged, my body is clean, he has never touched me..."

As if she was afraid that this man would dislike her, she kept explaining: "I suffered a serious injury and had a lot of blood. He despised me and never touched me..."

"Okay, I know everything. Don't talk, have a good rest." Ye Xiong said softly with his back to her, "Come on, I'll carry you."

Ruan Meigui leaned on her back, and Ye Xiong walked out of the basement with her on his back.

This was the first time she was so close to this man, and suddenly felt that all the pain she had suffered before was insignificant compared to this moment.

She even felt that it would be worth it even if she could stand on his back for a while.

Before she knew it, she fainted and fell asleep.

Walking out of the basement, Youming was stepping on Jian Wuhen’s chest with his feet and pointing his sword at his neck.

Although I had long guessed that Ruan Meigui might be injured and tortured, seeing her leaning on Ye Xiong's back dyingly, Youming still felt heartbroken for no reason.

"Beasts, if you don't kill you, it will be difficult for heaven to tolerate it." Youming raised his long sword and was about to stab it.

"Youming, don't kill her."

Ye Xiong quickly stopped him, he didn't want him to die so easily.

He walked over immediately, held Ruan Meigui and sent it to her arms: "Please take care of Meigui."

Seeing that there was a blazing fire in his eyes, Youming took Youming over immediately.

"Jiangnan, what do you want to do? Let me tell you, if you dare to touch a hair, my father will definitely not let you go." Jian Wuhen was shocked.

"Don't you like to torture people? I'll let you taste the taste of being tortured now." Ye Xiong's face turned gloomy.

brush!

A sword light flashed, and Jian Wuhen's little finger was cut off.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, and the fingers were cut off, and Jian Wuhen screamed in pain.

"It's just the beginning, I can't bear it so quickly?"

Ye Xiong snorted coldly, stepped on his chest, and sword lights flashed by.

One, two, three, four, five.

In a moment, all five fingers were cut off, becoming bare and bloody.

"It's right hand's turn!"

Chi.

Another sword light flashed, and all five fingers on the right hand were cut off.

A miserable voice echoed throughout the room and was heard from afar.

Youming looked at Ye Xiong's devilish face and was also frightened by his methods. She had never seen him such a cruel side.

Wow!

It was like a tide outside, and many disciples were attracted by Jian Wuhen's screams and all surrounded him.

"Help, help, who can save me!" Jian Wuhen cried and cried.

"Who are you? Let our senior brother go."

"Do you know who he is? Do you torture him like this and don't want to live anymore?"

"Release people quickly."

More than a dozen swords pointed at him and started to sniff.

"roll!"

Ye Xiong opened his mouth wide and shouted loudly.

A sound like a thunderous explosion sounded, and the sound turned into a strong wind, and the momentum was pressing out.

More than a dozen disciples were all shaken by his roar with his energy fluctuations, and flew backwards out of the yard, screaming.

"No one can save him today. Whoever dares to save him is just not able to get along with me."

The blood-drinking sword in Ye Xiong's hand drew a beautiful lonely line and accurately inserted it on Jian Wuhen's thigh.
Chapter completed!