My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Xia Qi has been guarding Xiaoshan's defense line for five years. He never thought that one day, the front line will retreat to the garrison.

The impenetrable enchantment in the past no longer exists, the century-old lights are swallowed by darkness, the solemn palaces and pavilions in the thick snow are lingering with demonic energy, and the brothers who are fighting hard around are constantly falling down.

The walls of the city walls were covered with monsters, and there were even trolls as high as the city walls, constantly beating on the heavy iron gate, trying to destroy the gap.

However, whenever the iron gate was about to be touched, the bright and cold sword light seemed to be everywhere, cutting it along with the gust of wind, cutting off the black mist's dirty hands and feet, and the troll was even pushed back a few steps.

Even though the limbs formed by the devilish energy would regenerate, the exorcism runes on the gaping sword greatly reduced the devilish energy.

The group of demons gradually realized that what was more difficult to conquer than the towering and solid city wall was the demon hunter guarding the top of the city gate with a sword in hand.

They couldn't help screaming with their necks raised, and rushed in fury, almost forming an impenetrable dark cloud.

Xia Qi wiped the blade of the sword against his elbow again, and the frozen snow condensed with demonic energy turned into broken crystals in the fine scales of the black cloak, and the blade returned to its sharp luster.

And his palm was already stained with blood, the wound was not so painful from the cold, but the cold wind poured into his nose and nose with a choking bloody smell, piercing his lungs with pain.

Perhaps the long night is still long, but the movement of the sword's edge has become a muscle memory, and combined with the keen reaction honed over the years, he can relax his frozen thoughts a little bit.

Five years ago, Bian Qiuguang brought him back to Xiaoshan and never said he was his personal disciple. Except for teaching him swordsmanship harshly, he was not treated specially at all other times, just like ordinary disciples.

But it is different from the days when I was a child in a dark and damp cellar, desperately waiting to die with the children.

Most of the demon hunters are homeless or desperate people. Even if they are down and out, they are not hopeless if they can kill a path that deviates from the old ways with the weapons in their hands.

Everyone gathered in Xiaoshan and became brothers who went to danger together and walked through life and death.

Because of the soul-stimulating forbidden spell, he was not able to get close to anyone in Xiaoshan, but as long as he recalled how he got along with his fellow disciples in the past five years, the picture was actually clear and vivid.

Some people think that he is arrogant and indifferent, and they can't understand him, while some people worry that he is withdrawn and will not be exposed to fireworks, so they pull him into the excitement.

Everyone hides and drinks together when on duty, plays all kinds of childish competitions without telling Bian Qiuguang, asks the domesticated spirit beast to steal vegetables from the next yard to make hot soup... and goes through dangerous situations to fish him back when he is seriously injured.

Even if Xia Qi no longer has emotional perception, he still believes that Xiaoshan is his habitat and these demon hunters are his companions.

But now these people died one by one in front of him, no matter how sharp the sword in his hand, he couldn't take care of everyone.

Reports of losses in Shadow Ring came from time to time, and those cold numbers were all flesh and blood friends who had lived with him in the wind and snow for five years.

Qing Yan was right, as long as he had a glimpse of a chance, he would also destroy all the monsters and Shifang Pavilion!

Suddenly, the demonic aura surged in front of the city gate, and two trolls formed in an instant. Three giant beasts with soaring demonic aura beat the city gate, and the iron chain finally made the sound of being overwhelmed.

The hatred and anger in Xia Qi's chest was raging, he ordered his disciples to intercept and kill the other demonic beasts, then he shook his sword and jumped down the city wall.

The gaping sword surged in mid-air, and he was extremely fast, slashing fiercely at the troll standing in front of the city gate.

The huge body moved slowly, taking this blow abruptly, and most of the magic energy was immediately dissipated.

It is difficult to deal with trolls on the condescending city wall, but it can be used among three trolls.

He carried more than a dozen formations under his feet, expanding the range of movement to cover the feet of the three trolls.Once the distance is extended, extremely fast body skills are needed to cooperate. Fortunately, Xiaoyaoyou meets this number.

In the midst of the demonic energy, he slashed the body of the giant beast, and the surging black mist could not drown out the bright sword light.

After a while, the bodies of the three giant monsters were dismantled little by little by the Gap Sword until they dissipated with a roar.

Most of the pressure on the city gate was instantly relieved.

Xia Qi held his sword and coughed a few times in the mess in front of the city gate.

Tonight, the fight has not stopped, it took a long time just now, and the injuries are getting worse.

Not to mention the sharp pain in the meridians, the movement of breath began to stagnate, and he took a deep breath, almost choking on the bloody smell in his mouth.

But for some reason, after being injured to such an extent, he still has the strength to stand up, perhaps because of his unwillingness to support him.

The black mist billowing in the distance was endless, and spread to the front in an instant, and the outlines of beasts could be vaguely seen in it.

He didn't know how long this battle would last, so he could only stop thinking about it, and clenched the hilt of his sword again——

A ray of sword light came from the sky, knocking the monster that was about to take shape back into the form of demonic energy, and knocked it over a few feet.

Xia Qi was stunned for a moment, he recognized this move, it was the second style of Yufeng on the third floor of Happy Journey, the sword light swayed a cold and clear light, and the magic energy collapsed wherever it went.

He immediately reacted, ecstatic in his heart, and sure enough, he found a familiar figure in front of him.

It's Bian Qiuguang!

Seeing the back of the other party holding the sword, the anger that was stuck in his chest tonight finally relaxed, Xia Qi hurriedly walked in: "Why did you come back..."

After one move, Bian Qiuguang immediately turned around, picked him up and went back to the city wall, and said without standing still: "You dare to jump if you are surrounded by monsters, and leave as soon as possible after the fight. There!"

Xia Qi had no choice but to say, "If I don't go down anymore, even if I die here, the city wall will fall or fall..." He quickly looked at Bian Qiuguang, who looked the same as usual, and then put his heart back into his chest, "Where did you go? , Xiaoshan now..."

"I know all about it," Bian Qiuguang interrupted him calmly, looking at the surging demonic energy not far away, "Shifang Pavilion came prepared, with a clear goal, and everyone did their best."

Xia Qi was startled, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Sister Ying, she... I didn't keep Sister Ying..."

Bian Qiuguang was silent for a while, and said: "Every demon hunter should do their duty, don't take everything on yourself, and she doesn't want to hear you say such a thing."

Even though the words were so, the voice was still a little hoarse, like a mountain peak that has been standing still in the wind and frost for many years, and finally a fragile crack spread out.

Xia Qi was silent and lowered his head silently.

Bian Qiuguang suddenly said: "If Xiaoshan can survive this disaster, you should try to stay with Qingyan in the future."

Xia Qi raised his head suddenly, why did he say something irrelevant again, he was almost a little scared: "...What do you mean?"

Bian Qiuguang looked at the boundless night sky. After a while, he realized that his words were out of place. He was a little self-deprecating, but he continued, with a rare tired tone: "... I think, even a monk, life and death have a time. If you are right There is nothing that can be done about the death of the Taoist couple, so that she can leave in my arms is also the best destination for each other."

Unlike him, he only talks about the ordinary on weekdays.

It was still a step too late to rush back from the dangerous situation, leaving the other party alone.

Xia Qi suddenly opened his eyes wide, his heart trembled violently.

He remembered the Qing Yan who fell into the abyss in his last life and held him tightly in his arms during the fall.

In the past, he didn't quite understand that Qing Yan had Dao and common people in his heart, and a Taoist couple could at most be regarded as a catastrophe on the road of cultivation, how could it be worth the other party's sacrifice without the slightest hesitation?

It turned out that even though Qing Yan was separated by thousands of miles and brocade books were hard to trust, she still cared about him all the time, and was even more afraid that he would be afraid of being alone at the last moment...

Xia Qi understood at this moment, because if he were himself, he would make the same choice.

If he can't survive this catastrophe, he won't be able to see Qing Yan again.

In this life... he and the Qing Yan had just begun.

Xia Qi looked at the demonic energy in the sky, and was silent for a while as the wind and snow swirled.

He had never been afraid in the overnight battle, but now the corners of his eyes were sour...

He missed Qing Yan so much.

The boundary of Longzhou.

Wen Yuxie watched the dark blue figure extremely uneasy, and after a few breaths, he still couldn't help asking via voice transmission: "Senior, is there anything I can do to help..."

The banquet is also back, but there is only one simple word——

"hide."

Wen Yuxie was puzzled: "What..."

The voice just started, she opened her eyes wide in an instant, and wanted to stop it in disbelief, but it was too late.

I saw Qing Yan swung Zai Chuan upright, and the blade of the sword carried the majestic sword energy, as if carrying a mighty force, it suddenly slashed at the complex magic circle that was circulating at high speed!

Thousands of inscriptions on the magic circle exploded in response, and the monster power and spiritual power instantly turned into a strong air current, rolling in all directions like a mountain torrent, shaking the sky and the earth like a landslide and tsunami——

Qing Yan's figure did not back down, and hung in mid-air resolutely, Zai Chuan's sword energy was strong, as if pulling a huge wave, he rushed to meet this wave of strong air current!

The sword light collided with the strong current, and the air current with the fierce sword energy rippling away suddenly, destroyed trees and mountains wherever it went, and dumped rivers and rivers.

Wen Yuxie hurriedly made a trick in shock, and dodged to hide in the temporary barrier, avoiding the overwhelming powerful waves.

The monsters around him were completely invincible, turning into demonic energy and fleeing in the powerful current that could destroy everything.

But before this burst of energy disappeared, Qing Yan's next sword slammed into the next magic circle——

Wen Yuxie was dumbfounded, and hurriedly strengthened the barrier.

She could see that Qing Xianzun had exhausted his patience, and didn't want to continue to analyze the clues in the magic circle slowly, so he directly took the sword and smashed the magic circle one by one...

The cascading magic circle in the dense forest is not a giant magic circle, but it is composed of extremely weird inscriptions on Lingying Mountain, and the complex hooks contain the power to almost destroy the area.

The magic circle exploded repeatedly under Zaichuan's sword, and the loud noise was like a mountain avalanche and the earth cracked.

And the figure of Qing Yan holding the sword became the most fierce and wanton light in mid-air, as if he was an ancient immortal who could stop the collapse of the world, and also like a prehistoric god of war who could arouse all calamities.

Fortunately, there are no living beings in the place endangered by the airflow, only monsters, otherwise the end of the world would be nothing more than this.

Cangcheng and Changyao have always been friends, and the heads of the past generations are also close friends.But in the generation of Su Ling and Qing Yan, all sects were busy with evil troubles, Qing Yan was cold and alienated, Su Ling just happened to live in seclusion, there was no more opportunity to communicate, let alone Wen Yuxie and Qing Yan crossed a generation.

Her impression of Cang Cheng, a highly virtuous and respected immortal, is that she is calm and self-sufficient when maneuvering, and has a good knowledge of a hundred schools of thought, but when the sword comes out, it shocks the wind and shakes the clouds, and the mountains and rivers resonate.

But I have never seen the Qing Banquet at this time——

Such a near-death behavior, with the slightest mistake, will be irreversible. It requires extreme calmness and arrogance. There must be no hesitation or retreat in the heart.

That's right, if he didn't have the courage to cut everything with a single sword and kill all ghosts and gods who stand in the way, how could he become Yunzhang's number one swordsman?

Her heart was filled with admiration and agitation, and she watched with a knife in the barrier.Seeing that the monsters rushing madly couldn't move an inch, they were all flattened by the force flow. For a moment, I didn't know whether the explosion of the magic circle was terrible, or the feast was terrible...

Just now she was beyond her control, and in such a situation, she couldn't help much...

But seeing Qingyan's serious face, his brows and eyes were cold and stern, it was more like he was rushing to make an important oath.