when the wind and cloud cry

Chapter 49
Three years ago, Yuan Feili was just a slave who lived and died like a fly weed, Zichen and Concubine Xuan naturally couldn't recognize him.

Seeing him flirting with her now, Concubine Zichen disdainfully said: "You don't have to be so polite with me, this princess doesn't have a friend like you!"

"Senior sister, you and I have no grievances, I only know that you don't like the shocking evil sword sect, and I have killed many shocking evil guards, in fact, my heart is the same as senior sister, can I put it on the next horse?"

This Zichen Concubine Xuan has already been ranked as a second-rank royal on the Fengyun Ranking, and Yuan Fei's sincerity is really a little afraid of this princess, not to mention the gap between the two, once they get to know each other, they will waste time here and introduce it again. Come other masters, then it will be difficult to escape.

Concubine Zichen was not moved at all, and only said: "Master's order is hard to break, if I let you go, you will not be able to leave!"

If you shrink your head with a knife, you can stretch your head with a knife!

Simply Yuanfei shook the sword out of its sheath, and gave a contemptuous look at Jieao: "Even though Huangwu is a sharp sword of magic weapon, it is nothing compared to my frightening evil. Since you are sincerely embarrassing me, then I will show you my strength!" Sword!"

Concubine Zichen held the magic weapon tightly, pointed at Yuan Feili: "Stop talking nonsense, do it!"

"Stop talking nonsense, please go ahead!" Yuan Feili's eyes were already icy cold.

An icy wind fell from the sky and howled across the mountains.

"Young hero Yuanfei, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn your head and be right!"

A Buddha's name came from nowhere, and Yuan Fei looked for the sound, only to see Leng Yue Leng Matsushita, and a monk in a moon-white cassock walking slowly.

The monk put his palm upright in front of his chest, held a long stick, and saluted: "Poor monk Banruo Temple Juehong, you are polite!"

This young monk is one of the nine guardian monks of the Banruo Temple, and the guardian of the Jiefeng Hall.

Yuan Feili said inwardly, another third- and fourth-rank expert came, and it might not be so easy to leave this time.

As Juehong's voice fell, several figures appeared in front of him.

They are either standing on the branches or in the snow, one man and two women.

The most prominent one is a man with the appearance of an Arhat from the Western Regions, wearing a white robe, with curly hair draped over his shoulders, a beard growing from his chin to his cheeks, and holding a Zhangba Zen staff.

The most important thing is that this person is barefoot and without shoes during the long cold weather. Doesn’t his feet get cold?
This person is Da Ke, a disciple of the Sixth Commander of the Qijue Palace, a third-rank imperial guard.

Standing alone under the tree, she was a slender woman, holding an umbrella with flowers, and a long skirt embroidered with petals standing in the snow, looking quite like a fish.

Xue Shishi, the direct disciple of Xue Wuhen, the fifth commander of the Qijue Palace, is a fourth-rank imperial scholar!
There is also a woman who is a master of swords, the youngest elder of Fusheng Pavilion, Dao Yunmeng, a fourth-rank imperial warrior.

These few people are all the young people of Shenzhou Wulin, and they are also masters of comprehension representing the alliances of various factions to participate in guard hunting.

pity……

Yuan Feili didn't recognize any of them.

At this moment, he was surrounded by Zichen Feixuan, Juehong, Xue Shishi, Dalke, and Dao Yunmeng, and his expression became solemn.

Fight today, life or death is unknown.

But it is absolutely impossible for him to be captured without a fight.

"Those who block me today, people block and kill people, Buddhas block and kill Buddhas!"

After he said that, he summoned three layers of icy true energy in his body, and his eyes turned into ice blue in a moment.
The Jingxie sword blew, and the god's front was covered with snow and shone brightly.

Concubine Zichen and the others only felt that the irresistible icy aura suddenly appeared out of nowhere from this young man, like a gust of wind.

When they were discussing whether to fight alone or in a group, that invincible young man had already rushed forward with his sword.

Flying snow, large flakes fell from the clouds, covering the snow layer by layer.

Although Concubine Zichen had the heart to fight, she was arrogant and disdained to bully the few with the more, so she just watched the battle from the sidelines.

Yuan Feili fought with the four of them, but faced with the joint siege of the four, even though he had the magic weapon in his hand, he was entangled tightly and could not escape.

These four people are worthy of being the elite imperial guards of each faction, and they have their own strengths in cultivation.

Especially Na Dalke is Fa Wuxiang's proud disciple, Fa Wuxiang ranks second in the strength of the seven people in Qijue Hall, with such a master with high cultivation base, how can the disciple be mediocre?

At this moment, the person confronting Yuan Feiru was the ordinary-looking Darko, who was very powerful with a Zen staff.

Although Xue Shishi, who is also a master of Qijue Palace, has some beauty, her cultivation level is obviously not as outstanding as her beauty.

However, she is proficient in hidden weapons, and the weapon "Front Flower Folding Umbrella" is ingenious, and it is quite effective in cooperating with other people's offensives, which often makes Yuan Fei ruthless enough to guard against plots.

There is also Juehong monk from Banruo Temple.

Although he was merciful in every move, he always kept nagging in Yuan Feili's ear, saying that he would put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately, regardless of whether people would listen or not.

But what Yuan Feili is holding is obviously a sword, how can he put down the butcher knife?
Gradually, Yuan Fei was outnumbered and his battle armor was stained with blood. He was hit in the back by Dalko's stick and fell far away.

Dao Yunmeng flew over, and was about to make another cut, but Juehong held him back with a stick: "Amitabha, Benefactor Yuanfei, why are you bothering? Knowing that there is no chance of winning, why don't you surrender?"

"You want me to surrender? You are dreaming!"

Yuan Fei yelled loudly and suddenly soared into the sky.

His figure turned upside down in mid-air, the Evil Shocking Sword floated in the air, and the blade pointed straight down.

In an instant, countless snowflakes danced and quickly gathered into a huge Tai Chi pattern, as if they wanted to turn the world upside down!
"Tai Chi, the universe is boundless!"

The halo of Taiji more than doubled in an instant, and under the full support of Yuan Feili, it has already formed a powerful force.

"Oops, this dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, and wants to fight us for his life, shit!"

Dao Yunmeng dodged first, and the other three people also dodged each other when they saw that the situation was not good.

Only Juehong lost his temper at this time. He clasped his hands together, but golden light suddenly bloomed from the tips of his palms. It became brighter from small to large in an instant. He shouted: "Buddha Dharma, Buddha's light shines everywhere!"

Amidst the roars of dragons and tigers, the Buddha's light gradually dissipated.

Juehong was forced back tens of feet away by that round of Tai Chi, and he used all his strength to dispel that bunch of icy and domineering sword formulas, and he seemed to stagger a bit.

In the end, Juehong sat down on the ground, gasping for breath: "The young hero has a strong cultivation, and the poor monk is willing to bow down, admire, admire!"

At this moment, Zichen Feixuan, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, made a sudden move, which seemed to be one with Huangwu's sword, soaring into the sky, straight to the sky.

In the pitch-black night sky, there was a ray of light shining through the thick cloud layer, as if it was about to tear the cloud layer apart.

One by one, colorful.

In an instant, the Nine Heavens Flying Immortal, who had transformed into a huge sword energy, descended from the sky, swift as lightning, and slashed at Yuan Feili with the momentum of cutting mountains and seas.

Poor Yuan Feili was already injured, but he had to urge the ice true energy again, and shook his palms to the ground to become powerful again.

"Sura, thousands of miles of thorns!"

In an instant, an icicle of thorns rose from the ground.

Yuan Feilu held the magic weapon in his hand, and faced the huge sword energy that fell from the sky. He rushed forward with his feet on the icicles and thorns, and struck out with a sword with all his strength.

"Rainbow Sword Zhu Xian Jue!"

(End of this chapter)