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Yi was born to fight with his life on the line. But Yi Tian had to run. Killing the Sect Leader was the soul of the sect. As long as he wasn't dead yet! The door of death has not been destroyed!

As long as the disciples knew that their Sect Leader was not dead, even if they were being hunted down, it didn't matter whether they hid or hid. This was because they knew in their hearts that as long as Yi Tian was still alive! Kill the door and you can make a comeback!

As long as the soul has not lost! He didn't lose if he killed his way through the door! As long as Yi Tian was still struggling, he could still struggle to get out of the door of death!

As long as Yi Tian lived, there would still be one more day of breathing before the death. As long as the experts of the eight sects didn't die, they would never be at ease!

Yi Tian was concerned about the lives of his disciples, so he wanted to quickly decide the outcome with the eight great sects! In order to end this slaughter, wasn't the person who killed his family members as well? The members of the Killing Sect were also waiting for their Sect Leader to bring them to change their fate! Bring them to justice! Bringing them back to the peak!

After half a month of killing, countless disciples of the eight sects had been killed. Even though the eight great sects had suffered heavy losses, the death toll was still too low! His internal injuries and his own slow recuperation could indeed heal him, but Yi Tian couldn't wait any longer. At this moment, Yi Tian wanted to finish what he was doing as soon as possible!

The eight great sects all gave him an excuse to kill his own sect! He had asked the eight great sects for an explanation!

Yi Tian became anxious. It was not because of anything else, but because this matter had been settled long ago. People from the eight great sects could die less, and disciples from those sects could die less as well!

If saving a life was better than building a seven-layered pagoda? Then for the martial arts world to stop it once, what level would it be?

When Ying Xu heard him ask him to treat his internal injuries, he couldn't help but be alarmed. Could it be that he was deliberately testing him? He was experienced and scheming. If Yi Tian was just testing him, what would he do?

Yi Tian saw that Ying Xu did not move at all, he spat, "You drag things out too! "Are you a woman!?"

Ying Xu's expression did not look good, but he still remained silent. Under the roof, he had no choice but to lower his head. In Yi Tian's hands, Ying Xu was unyielding!

I, Ying Xu, will die! I will definitely not cooperate with you! A warrior can be killed, but not humiliated. If you want to kill me, I will kill you. If I help you, I will definitely not help you!

The voice lingered in his ears, but it was long gone now!

Because of his poor willpower, not only did Ying Xu cooperate with Yi Tian, but he also healed Yi Tian's sword wound. Although his purpose was not to heal his injuries but to ambush and kill Yi Tian, but the reality was that he had cooperated with Yi Tian.

Ying Xu paused for a moment, and thought of a killing move that would leave no blood. At the same time, he wasn't afraid that Ye Zichen was testing him!

"You can have me treat your internal injuries, but they cannot be healed in a short period of time. It will take a long time."

"How long do you need?"

"At least three days."

"Three days? "Even faster?"

"No."

"Damn!" Is the medical sword only at this level? It takes three days to treat a small internal injury? "

"…"

To treat an internal injury in three days was already a brilliant feat of medicine! However, Yi Tian was anxious to get what she wanted, she hoped that she would be able to recover soon! Even if it was two days, it was still slow!

When you are anxious to do something, the flow of time will become infinitely long. Why hasn't it arrived yet? Why did it only take a minute? Why had it only been a minute?

Ying Xu silently cursed. One person in three days! Do you know how difficult it is to treat internal injuries?

Do you know that the meridians and breathing, as well as the organs, are different?

What Ying Xu knows, Yi Tian definitely won't know. I'm not a doctor! If I knew, why would I need a doctor? Why did I catch you? You used it to scold me?

Yi Tian eagerly said, "Then let's begin today!"

Ying Xu sneered, not showing any emotion as he asked, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Motherfucker! If you're not in a rush, I want you to treat it for me? "

Yi Tian wanted to kill Ying Xu. This brat was truly annoying! It was not pleasant at all!

Ying Xu snorted coldly, "Then I'll be making my move!"

"Hurry up and make your move! The pursuers are still outside! "

When Ying Xu heard this, he thought, "Heh, there are more pursuers coming after us. Heaven wants you dead!"

Easy to be born? The heavens can give birth to you, and the heavens can also let you die.

Ying Xu brought his palm force to the palm of his hand, took out a bottle of medicinal powder from his bag, and spread it on the palm of his hand.

"You need medicinal powder to treat your internal injuries?" Yi Tian asked.

"Don't say too much if you don't understand!" The powder would be clear! Furthermore, I have used my palm power to transform it into your meridians! "

Ying Xu pressed his palm against Yi Tian's back, slightly lowering his neck!

Beneath his neck was his spine. It controlled his movements! At the same time, there was an extremely important acupoint! Heavenly Passage Acupoint!

Ying Xu slowly injected the medicinal power into his body. From his spine, a stream of heat flowed into all the bones in his body. The intense battle qi in his meridians came into contact with the warm flow, merging into one and slowly merging into one.

Yi Tian was a naturally wounded person. He felt it the most through his inner vision. He could clearly tell that the heat and his own inner force were working against the hidden forces in the other person's body!

White smoke rose from Yi Tian's body as he sweated profusely. At the same time, he could feel that his Qi was flowing smoothly!

Yi Tian was also secretly surprised. Amongst the eight great sects, not a single one of them studied medicine!

In a place where one studied medicine, there was only one place in the world where people could be said to have reached perfection, but in that place, people never came out of the world and never participated in conflicts!

Medical sword, medical sword. No wonder the word 'medical' was written in front of him. While his medical skills might not be the strongest in the world, he was also a person with a high reputation.

Yi Tian suddenly thought, if a mere sword was like that, then what kind of medical skills did Sword Master Yun have?

In fact, the Sword Master and the doctor were on the same peak, and they were all fellow medical students, but the main sword was not the main physician!

Although he was the master of the Medical Sword Ying Xu, his medical skills were probably not as good as Ying Xu's.

The Eastern Peak of the Hua Mountain Sect once had a Sect Leader.

That person's medical skills were the best in the world, and his swordsmanship was also the best in the world!

That was when the East Peak was founded! At that time, there would be Dongfeng who would first learn medicine and then learn the sword!

However, the longer the East Peak, the more people's hearts would be drawn to the sword, and no one would ask for help anymore. Ying Xu learned medicine because he had always liked things to begin with.

From the bottom of his heart, Ying Xu liked the feeling of saving someone.

In the past, Ying Xu had a cat. At that time, he was still very young and hadn't gone to Mount Hua yet. That cat was very cute, but it didn't have long to live.

When he was young, Ying Xu had asked around with the kitten, but no one was willing to treat him. It was merely the life of a cat.

Ying Xu couldn't find anyone to treat the cat. He could only watch as the cat became cold and died from the pain.

At that time, Ying Xu had decided that he must learn medicine!

Little cats, little people.

The cat accompanied him most of his childhood and died of illness. At that time, no one played with him because Ying Xu himself was sick and weak. His face was white all year round as he accompanied the soup.

Some people say that his illness is contagious, so no children play with him.

Only cats do not know who is sick and who is healthy. The cat stayed with him, occasionally rubbing against his face. It was very, very soft.

The Object had learned medicine for most of her life, and from then on she respected every life. Why was it that no one was willing to treat a cat? Why is it that when someone is sick, they can only bear the pain?

The fragility of life was paper. With a light rip, it would be reduced to scraps that would fly in the wind.

As a doctor, there was only a sliver of adhesive that could be used to sew and mend paper. He looked forward to the paper being filled with all kinds of wonderful scenes …