Wu Changjie

Yun Xiang had icy wings on his back, a longbow in his hand, and a murderous look all over his body: "Hand over the Qingfeng Sword."

Yeyou said calmly: "You go, I will block them."

Hua Xiangrong's eyes fell on Ye You: "...Elder Xu? No, there is something evil!" She drew a talisman in the air with one hand, and hit the exorcism talisman at "Elder Xu."

Ye You broke away from Elder Xu in an instant, and she decisively shouted at Xie Bian, "Let's go!"

Xie Bian didn't move.Not offending the living is the first law of the underworld, not only for the peace of the two worlds, but also because dealing with the living in the yang world consumes a lot of cultivation. Those lonely ghosts or ghosts who escape to the human world through various methods, harm It's all to supplement herself, but Yeyou, as a ghost general, can't go astray, so this battle is only for her, not to enter, not to mention that the enemy is not something she can deal with alone.The two have spent 500 years on tour devoting themselves to practice and fulfilling their duties, just to redeem their sins and start a new life. At this time, why is there any reason to take such a big risk to help them?

Seeing that they didn't leave, Ye You could only say: "Your Fu said, this battle is about the common people, and it is the chance of rebirth that we have been waiting for for 500 years."

"Brother, let's go."

Xie Bian cupped his hands to Ye You and said, "Be careful in everything."

The whereabouts of the left and right have been revealed, and the three simply rose up with their swords. Fan Wuxi carried Lan Chuihan on board and flew to Kanliuzhai, intending to fight a way out of the city.

Xie Bian looked back, and saw a phantom of orchid shuttle among the pursuers, screaming repeatedly.

The curse seal of exorcism can't stop appearing in the half-bright night sky, after all, Yeyou alone can't stop so many monks, Hua Xiangrong has already spread his wings to catch up, and at the same time, bowing to the full moon, three ice arrows smashed The air raid came.

The three of them had been prepared for a long time and were ready to block with sword energy, but suddenly there was a vision in the next moment, and in the blink of an eye, the three ice arrows shot by Hua Xiangrong actually arrived in front of them!

This unreasonable speed made the three of them think of one thing at the same time - Gongshu moment.

In exchange for Lan Chuihan, Zhong Kui returned the ice coffin and Gong Shuju to Qi Mengsheng. It turned out that Gong Shuju belonged to Hua Xiangrong.

Lan Chuihan, who was flying at the back, was holding a sword flower in his hand. Among the silver lights, the sword energy bloomed like an orchid, and a flower-shaped afterimage was formed in the void. Only the jingling sound was heard, and the three ice arrows Beheaded all.

But the wave of attacks was not over.

At the bottom of Fengming Lake, the reason why they were able to defeat these two flying feather envoys at a relatively low cost was because the space in the Linggong Palace was cramped, which was not conducive to the performance of archers. They are at a disadvantage.

I saw Hua Xiangrong chanting a mantra and drawing a bow at the same time, from a long distance, the huge spiritual pressure rushed into their skin texture, every hair trembled.

The three ice arrows came out from the string, rapidly and continuously fissioned in the air, and became bigger and bigger under the action of the public transport moment. The ice arrows that were originally as thick as fingers became thicker than wrists one by one, and finally formed a dense mass of arrows. The rain of arrows blowing through the wind came overwhelmingly.

As expected of being Qi Mengsheng's adopted daughter, the elder sister of Cangyu Sect and the future successor to the head of the sect, this is Yun Xiangyi's true strength.

Xie Bian sacrificed a soul-suppressing battle, and propped up a protective wall to block the imposing rain of arrows. When the ice arrow hit the protective wall, Jie Bian seemed to be hit head-on by a boulder, and was pushed out by that force A few feet away, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and when his throat was sweet, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Brother!"

"Bian!"

Cracks appeared in the protective wall, and the cyan light scattered and leaked out, and finally turned into nothing, and Xie Bian fell to the ground from midair.The ice arrows were also relieved and fell one after another.

Fan Wuzhen rushed over, helped Xie Bian up, and poured spiritual power into his heart: "Brother, how are you?"

Xie Bian felt the pain in his chest as if it had been torn apart, his face was bloodless, his narrow cheeks and bluish-white lips made him look very fragile, but those black eyes were always burning, he gritted his teeth and braced himself. Get up: "Protect...Brother Lan."

Fan Wuxi gave Lan Chuihan a disgusted look, hesitant for a moment, but finally said: "Brother, take Lan Chuihan and go first."

"She's not as easy to deal with as she was at the bottom of Fengming Lake, and the Bingling has blessed her cultivation."

Fan Wuxi said forcefully: "Go quickly, the night tour will not last long, and a large number of pursuers will arrive soon."

Yun Xiangyi flew closer and looked at the three of them condescendingly: "Hand over the Qingfeng sword, for the sake of your usefulness, I will spare you."

"The Qingfeng sword has already left Chidi City and returned to my master." Xie Bian said loudly, "Master will definitely use Qingfeng sword to cut off your delusions with his own hands!"

"How did you bring the Qingfeng Sword out of Chidi City?" Yun Xiangyi glared at Xie Bian sharply, "You know..." She suddenly thought of the evil spirit that had just appeared, and also thought that the person in front of her was a dark general. There will be some extraordinary means, she said angrily, "Then you all go to die!"

Fan Wuxi said coldly: "How can you speak bravely when you are defeated?"

Yun Xiangyi's usually calm face showed a gloomy look.Being defeated and captured by a junior who was old enough to be her grandson had already disgraced her.Her cultivation is close to the level of a master, and there are few opponents in the entire world of cultivating immortals. Although she does not dare to underestimate Zhong Kui's apprentice, it is unbelievable that such strength appeared in a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. Counting hundreds of years ahead , the only person she can think of is Mozun.

"Hey, do you think I'm a useless person?" Lan Chuihan chuckled lightly, "It's just a leg injury." As soon as he gained strength, he stood up straight, tall and tall, with his sword pressed against his side, On the spot, he returned to his usual chic Mr. Lan.

"Brother Lan, that closed method will only aggravate your injury."

"I can't take care of that much anymore." Lan Chuihan looked past Hua Xiangrong, and looked at the group of pursuers behind her who were approaching.

Fan Wuxi's pupils turned a bloodthirsty red due to the flames of the Shennong Cauldron: "Since we can't hide, let's kill them."

Facing the swarms of pursuers, the three of them stood with their swords in their hands, their feet solid as a rock, without any fear, one white, one black, and one blue, with their sleeves waving in the wind, like three battle flags.

The three rushed into the enemy group, using the three most famous sword techniques in Kyushu to face opponents dozens of times stronger than themselves.

Their figures are like swimming dragons, shuttling between arrows and ice spells, their sword qi is invisible and invisible, biting the enemy like poisonous snakes.

The so-called ability to sweep heaven and earth and swing swords in all directions is nothing more than that.

Under Yun Xiangyi's command, a group of Cangyu sect monks floated in the air and shot cold arrows at them, while the others fought in close quarters, constantly encircling them to contain them.

It was supposed to be a scuffle, but Yun Xiangyi organized a formation in an orderly manner. Both near and far were in danger, and there was a great disparity in numbers. Although the three of them were aggressive and killed Cang Yumen with heavy damage, they were actually struggling to support themselves. His injuries continued to accumulate, and soon he was dripping with blood.

Fan Wuxi's eyes were red, and with a wave of his hand, a skeleton warhorse exuding black energy suddenly appeared under his crotch.

This shocking change caught everyone off guard.

"Demon, magic horse, it's a magic horse!"

"Yes, it was he, Fan Wuxi, who took away the magic horse back then, but he was able to summon the magic horse?!"

Lan Chuihan also looked at Fan Wushi with deep eyes, half surprised, half suspicious.

"It was you who awakened the magic horse!" Yun Xiangyi shouted, "Who are you!"

"The one who wants to kill you."

Fan Wuxi clamped the horse's belly, Wuzhao leaped into the air, and rushed towards the group of archers with his master.

In the era of Emperor Houzong, those who experienced the terror of the Demon Lord passed on this fear to their descendants with embellishment. This fear was deeply rooted in their hearts and accompanied the growth of every monk. in this way.

So when the gloomy skeleton horse charged, the archers collapsed before fighting, and the formation immediately became chaotic. Even if Yun Xiangyi yelled loudly, it was too late. Just beheaded three people.

Although Lan Chuihan had doubts about Fan Wuzhen and Moju, this was not the time. He and Xie Bian once again joined hands to fight against the enemy as they did in Qianyizhai Palace. Without the threat of cold arrows, they reversed from the defensive For the offensive, kill the Quartet.

Enduring the pain, the three of them temporarily forced the pursuers back, and made a bloody way out of the siege. Fan Wushi rode Wuzhi back to Jie Bian's side, and stretched out his hand: "Let's go!"

As soon as Xie Bian grasped Fan Wuye's hand, he spun onto the horse, and Lan Chuihan jumped onto the horse's back as well. Fan Wuye clamped the horse's belly tightly, and Wu Zi flew out like an arrow that left the string.

Wu Zai's speed was astonishing, leaving Yun Xiangyi and others behind in the blink of an eye, and fled towards Kanliuzhai at high speed.

"Why can you summon and control the magic horse?" Lan Chuihan couldn't wait to get away and asked, and opened his mouth to take a big gulp of the wind mixed with heat waves, as if he was stuffed with a pot of heartburning spirits.

Fan Wuxi's answer was "Shut up."

Xie Bian was in a complicated mood. Although he believed in Fan Wushi, outsiders couldn't understand it.If you can control the magic horse, you can barely explain it as "the magic horse is also an evil spirit", what about summoning the magic horse?The reason Fan Wuxi gave him was that when he was researching the "Yellow Emperor's Yin Talisman and Skyline Classic", he learned to make soul cards. The so-called soul cards are probably the tiny version of Tianji Talisman, or the ghost version of the universe bag, which is specially used to hold ghosts. .Soul cards are forbidden in the world of cultivating immortals. When monks encounter evil spirits, they should mainly save them and kill them as a supplement. They are never allowed to raise them for their own use, and few people in this world know how to make soul cards.

Fan Wuxu awakened the magic horse, made a soul card to hide the magic horse privately, and can easily control the magic horse. Each of these items is enough to shake the world of immortality, not to mention that he has done it all by himself?

"Didn't you say that you left the magic horse in Kunlun and handed it over to Xianmeng?" Lan Chuihan refused to let go.

Fan Wuzhen was about to get angry when he suddenly felt a huge spiritual pressure in front of him, like a mountain in front of him.

The three of them changed color at the same time.

Not far ahead, a pair of giant wings loomed in the half-lit night sky covered by fire.

It is Qi Mengsheng who is about to overthrow the entire world of cultivating immortals who stands in their way.