Although Yan Hui asked like this, everyone knew that there was no one other than Ling Fei who blocked her.
When Ling Fei saw Yan Hui's anger, her face was extremely cruel, and she recalled the loss she suffered in the Xinsu Peak dungeon. The old and new hatreds were added together. Ling Fei was also born with fire from her heart, she sneered: "Rhetoric The battle will cut off the tongues of the former classmates. Yanhui, your humanity is still there? Could it be that you have already done evil cultivation?"
"Blood splatters." Yan replied, "I don't think it's useless to keep your tongue." She threw the blood-stained dagger in her hand at Ling Fei's face.
The dagger was cast like electricity, but Ling Fei was already prepared this time. She waved her backhand and rolled the dagger with wide sleeves, defusing the attack and being thrown aside.
Ling Fei narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Yan Hui: "Last time you took advantage of my unpreparedness and attacked me, but this time you said that I would still suffer from you?"
Ling Fei grabbed it in the air, and the whisk appeared in her hand. She waved the whisk, and her whole body was full of immortal energy: "I want to see what kind of sorcery you have learned since you came down the mountain."
As soon as the voice fell, Ling Fei disappeared, and Yan Hui's heart rang alarm bells. She immediately took a step back to protect Tian Yao, but Tian Yao took a step back and urgently called: "Be careful." He With the voice pushed Yan Yan back.
Yanhui staggered forward a step, barely dodging the whisk that swept diagonally behind.
Ling Fei appeared and was already standing half a step behind Yan Hui, but Ling Fei did not immediately attack Yan Hui, her eyes squinted in the direction of Tian Yao:
"It's good eyesight!"
As her words fell, Fuchen walked towards Tian Yao's face with a cold air.
Ling Fei is Su Ying's younger sister, although she was sent to Chenxing Mountain by Su Ying when she was very young, but she still has the wisdom of the Guanghan Sect.
Tianyao's spells have not been fully recovered, but in the past few days, he has still achieved a little cultivation, which is enough to make his movement much faster than that of ordinary cultivators.
But at this time, when Ling Fei's mental method came out, Tian Yao could obviously avoid her, but her figure was stiff.
The memories in his mind that he tried to forget had become scars branded deep in his soul, and the chill brought by Ling Fei's dust whisk was a sharp blade, forcibly ripping open his scars involuntarily.
The huge moon and the snow flying all over the sky appeared in front of Tian Yao at an untimely time. He narrowed his pupils all the time, but he couldn't move his footsteps for a while. Seeing that the whisk wrote the cold spell to hit him on the head!
At this critical moment, the figure in front of Tian Yao flickered, and the dust whisk that was swept away was worthy of being held in the palm of his hand.
The cold air was blocked by a scorching flame. It was like a safety barrier protecting him behind him.
It was Yanhui who held Ling Fei's whisk tightly.
The flames and the frost were fighting between her palms, rubbing out a strange and changing light, and the intertwined colors were printed in Yanhui's eyes, which really made her have a bit of evil spirit: "I said, I protect her. following him."
The seven-character Yanhui said so firmly that it fell into everyone's ears like a thousand gold.
It was Yanhui again, and this back again. The last time he helped him block the moon in the sky, this time he helped him block the bone-drenched cold.
Even if there is no physical contact now, even if there is no ten fingers clasping, but Tian Yao is still miraculously almost strange to feel the heat conveyed to his heart by the girl in front of him...
Full to the brim, it poured out of the heart, and in an instant, it warmed the limbs and bones.
And Tian Yao can understand that the current Yan Hui probably doesn't know how much influence her actions have on him.
She is always like this, just doing what she should do and what she wants to do, and rarely care about the eyes of others. So it seems that she is heartless, but because of this, the things she does naturally are even more shocking.
Yanhui stared at Ling Fei and felt the force of Fuchen pulling back and forth. How could Yanhui let her pull Fuchen back so easily, and wait until she was pulled back to see her calling? Yan Hui is not stupid!
So she didn't let go.
After a simple strength contest, the mana began to fight and then intensified.
Ling Fei's extremely cold air collided with Yanhui's hot flames, creating a strong wind that overturned all the tables and chairs around them.
Seeing this, more than a dozen Chenxingshan disciples on that side wanted to come to help. Zichen hurriedly persuaded them to stop and shouted: "There are many civilians here, and everyone may accidentally hurt them!" He turned to Ling Fei again. He shouted, "Uncle Shi, it's the most important thing for us to do the right thing!"
Ling Fei ignored him, bit her teeth lightly, and said fiercely to Yan Hui: "Do you think I will still be defeated by you?"
Yan Hui glanced back, only to see Ling Fei suddenly draw a soft sword from her waist with the other hand, and with a "swoosh", it stabbed straight into Yan Hui's heart. Yan Hui was shocked. Before she stepped back, Tian Yao was behind her. A hand wrapped her waist and pulled her back two steps.
But even so, Ling Fei's unexpected sword slashed Yan Hui's cheek.
The wound was not shallow. It was scratched from the lower jaw to the cheekbone. There was a deep mouth. Blood dripped down Yanhui's face immediately, and some landed on her clothes, some directly on the ground, and some fell directly on the ground. The one fell on Tian Yao's arm holding Yan Hui's waist.
The dripping blood seeped into Tian Yao's sleeves, and the temperature had cooled down, but it seemed to be still burning, burning all the way into Tian Yao's heart.
This time it wasn't warm, it was a little burning.
From one side of his head, he could see the wound on Yanhui's face. She was still staring at Ling Fei, not even covering herself with her hands. The girl's face is the most precious, but she seems to be fundamentally different from other girls! She didn't feel sorry for herself at all!
What's even more ridiculous is that she doesn't feel distressed, why does he...
It hurts a bit.
And angry.
Tian Yao's eyes were cold and he grabbed Ling Fei.
The two steps that Fang Caiyan took back had loosened her whisk, she flicked the whisk, and hid it in the air, and only held the software that cut Yan Hui's face in her hand, and there was still blood ticking on the blade. fall.
Ling Fei looked at Yan Hui, and a mocking sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.
She is contemptuous of Yanhui.
Yan Hui also saw Ling Fei's smile, the wound on the side of his cheek was not painless. The piece of software that Ling Fei carried with her seemed to still contain cold poison. Yan Hui slashed down with a sword and half of Yan Hui's face lost consciousness. Now looking at her mocking smile, Yan Hui only felt that it was no longer a problem of injury. She felt her whole face hurt as if it had been ripped off.
Damn, it's really hurt and unbearable to laugh.
Yanhui gritted his teeth, opened Tianyao's hand, and rushed forward alone, and approached Ling Fei, but Yanhui never thought that Ling Fei's soft sword seemed to be blessed with any kind of mana, as long as Yan Hui When she got close to Ling Fei's body, the cold light on the sword would sting her skin, and the wound on her face was like a curse, tearing her to the point where she could barely open her eyes.
Ling Fei attacked but showed no mercy. Taking advantage of Yanhui's dazzling eyes, she didn't hesitate to use her strength. She hit Yanhui's abdomen with a palm, and Yanhui was knocked out, hitting the pillar of the inn, coughing out A mouthful of blood.
Tian Yao frowned and wanted to step forward to help her, but Yan Hui seemed to be aroused by fighting spirit. He didn't even look at Tian Yao, he kicked his feet, his body was like electricity, and his palms were flaming. He stepped forward again and met Ling Ling. Faey fought.
Not surprisingly, she was naturally beaten back again. This time, she crashed directly into Tian Yao's arms, and she couldn't open her eyes for a long time.
"Heh." Ling Fei let out a sneer, still her usual arrogant appearance, standing there holding a sword, her clothes seemed to be spotless, making Yanhui as dirty as rolling in a pool of mud and blood Embarrassed again.
Yan Hui shook her head, blinked her eyes, and still insisted on pushing Tian Yao's hand away. She knelt on one knee on the ground, paused for a while, and then stood up firmly. Although her eyes were covered in blood, she still found her. Ling Fei on that side saw the irony on her face and heard the sneer in her mouth.
Yan replied "mother's" and couldn't hold back, and said it.
Zichen on the other side was already anxious to persuade him, but Yan Hui could no longer hear his voice, and there was a buzzing in her ears. She only felt that she was being pulled back, she staggered a bit, and turned to look. The person who dragged himself saw Tian Yao's particularly gloomy face, which was terrifyingly cold: "Do you still want to rush?"
Yanhui is puzzled, it should be... It didn't hurt Tianyao...
Why does he look so angry...
"Aren't you going to hide?"
Yan Hui was at a loss: "Where to hide?"
Tian Yao was silent for a moment: "Behind me."
Yan Hui only thought he was telling a joke. They have come all the way, if she wants to hide behind him, I am afraid that the two of them will be so dead that they will not be able to find the scum.
On that side, Zichen saw that Ling Fei was going to start, so he couldn't care about anything else, and went straight to stop Ling Fei: "Uncle Master..."
But he didn't think about it, before he finished speaking, the atmosphere around him changed drastically. Zichen himself is a tree-cultivator, and he is usually the best at riding the wind, so he is more aware of the changes in the surrounding airflow than Ling Fei.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw that the tables and chairs around him were shaking slightly, and all the chopsticks on the table were floating strangely.
Seeing this, Ling Fei narrowed his eyes: "Magic."
As soon as her words fell, the air suddenly became chaotic, and those floating tableware and tables and chairs on the ground were instantly cut off by the air blades condensed in the air!
At the same time, some of the dozens of Chenxingshan disciples exclaimed. Some people's clothes were torn apart inexplicably, some hats were cut off, and they fell to the ground, and some waistbands were also cut into two...
When everyone was in shock, Zichen only heard the sound of "Zheng" in his ear. He intuitively felt that it was not good, and immediately turned his head to look.
Ling Fei still felt strange to Zichen's sudden action: "What's wrong?" As soon as she frowned, she felt pain in her brows, and blood beads came out from between her brows.
Zichen's eyes gradually became horrified when he saw her.
Ling Fei saw his face in Zichen's black eyes that opened wider and wider...
Beads of blood came out one after another from all over her face, and it didn't take long for blood to drip from her face to the ground. She shook her hands and stroked her face, and wherever her fingers touched, there was a sharp pain: "Ah..." She exclaimed in pain, "Ah!"
"Uncle Master!" Zichen exclaimed in surprise.
"Black magic!" Ling Fei covered her face and bent over to hide her face, "That man's sorcery!" Her voice was sharp, almost piercing one's eardrums.
More than a dozen disciples of Chenxingshan stared at Tianyao with horrified expressions, surprised that this person could turn air into a sharp blade, killing people and being invisible... Such techniques are not used by ordinary evil spirits...
Even Yan Hui, who was a little confused, knew how strange the situation was, she turned her head and stared at Tian Yao in surprise: "You..."
Tian Yao's expression was the same as usual: "How am I?" If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't accumulate a lot of internal breathing in the past few days, he would not have attacked such a "gentle" monster.
Yan Hui stared at him without saying a word.
This is probably... the first time she has seen Tian Yao take action against others, with such a straightforward approach, without the need for seals or even a curse. She knew that Tian Yao might not have recovered his original strength at all, but a small spell was enough to make Chen Xingshan's big disciples deeply surprised. If he recovered...
The Millennium Demon Dragon really isn't just talking about it.
It's all because Tian Yao's performance was too soft before, so that Yan Hui almost forgot about it...
Without giving Yan back too much time for surprise, the dozen or so disciples of Chenxingshan seemed to realize that they might be facing a very serious monster, so everyone drew their swords, and even Zichen stared blankly. Yan Hui, with a face full of disbelief, seemed to be questioning her:
Why would his junior sister stay with such a monster...