Not to mention how troublesome it is for Rong Qingyue to deal with the crowd, Li Xuanfeng, the patriarch of the Seven Emotions who achieved the achievement of "going straight to the Xuanyue sect and abducting the saint of the righteous way", also encountered trouble.
The night wind howled, and this master of lightness kung fu and Yi Tinglan, who was in a coma, carried the unconscious Yi Tinglan, just like a gust of wind that came and went, and it didn't know how far it went in a blink of an eye.
Until a sword light suddenly lit up in the forest, what was faster than the sword light was the ghostly figure of the comer.
The unexpected guest who appeared suddenly at this moment showed his attainments of lightness kung fu that would never be under Li Xuanfeng's hands, and then casually drew a sword.
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Li Xuanfeng, who was supposed to be galloping in mid-air at high speed, seemed to have encountered a raging flood head-on, his body suddenly stopped, and the zhenqi in his meridians almost backfired.
He didn't care too much, swallowed the blood in his mouth, and without hesitation, he threw Yi Tinglan in his hands aside, and the moment his body fell to the ground, he spread his sleeves, and the whole person was like a The big bird slid back.
—Back, back quickly!
Following Li Xuanfeng's retreat, the sword light also changed accordingly, and he still pursued closely and cut at him.
Li Xuanfeng's figure changed again, like a vague and uncertain ghost in the night, his figure seemed to appear in all directions. This is an illusion caused by extreme speed and spiritual thoughts.
In just a short moment, he dodged nine times, but the seemingly simple sword light also changed direction nine times, and in the end it was still unwavering and slashed at him head-on. Li Xuanfeng's pupils constricted instantly.
The crisis of death was so close to him for the first time.
And it wasn't until this moment that he finally had a chance to see clearly what the enemy who was about to kill him looked like.
It was a strange face that he had never seen before, young beyond imagination, as clear and meaningful as an ink painting. There was no hatred, no joy, and no killing intent in his black and white eyes. They were indifferent and calm, almost pure.
It seems that at this time, he is not trying to kill someone, but just brushing a little dust off the front of his clothes.
Li Xuanfeng, who was like dust, became more and more angry because of the contempt revealed in this calmness.
The sword light came head-on, and it was extremely fast, didn't it? It gave people no room to dodge. No matter how angry, resentful, and unwilling he was, Li Xuanfeng could only welcome his own death with anger and unwillingness in his heart.
But the next moment, his eyes widened in astonishment.
A gleaming sword brushed past his neck like this, and the biting cold sword energy made Li Xuanfeng's neck feel chilly. The point of the sword pierced Li Xuanfeng's coat on the shoulder, and then pierced straight into the towering ancient tree behind him, directly hanging his whole body on the tree, making a muffled sound.
"Hiss—"
Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of rips, and the silk coat was directly cut by the sword, and Li Xuanfeng, who was stunned, just fell down the tree trunk. His feet fell to the ground, but his face was still blank, and he really didn't react from the situation of escaping from death and the ups and downs.
It wasn't until the feeling of backlash of qi in the meridians came continuously that the pain finally woke him up.
At the moment he landed, another figure stepped forward, raised his hand and drew out the long sword stuck in the tree trunk, and put his backhand on Li Xuanfeng's neck. The whole set of movements is smooth and flowing, as if it has been done thousands of times.
Li Xuanfeng was full of question marks: "???"
Do you want to kill? Kill, isn't it more fun to tease him so badly
Yuan didn't mean to say that Pi was super happy this time.
Li Xuanfeng was still frozen in place, when suddenly a youthful chuckle came from next to his ear: "Sect Master Li, you don't have to be too moved. I have admired your name for a long time, but I just want to get to know Sect Master Li for a while. , just make friends."
Li Xuanfeng: "..."
... Is this how the new generation of young people make friends? Where is he moved? Don't dare to move, don't dare to move at all.
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Not long after Li Xuanfeng left Xuanyue Sect, Chi Wanwan waited for a while, and all the masters of the magic sect also got rid of the bitter fight. They didn't like to fight, and quickly withdrew to the foot of Changqing Mountain.
After all, this is the site that Xuan Yuezong has operated for hundreds of years, and the background is extraordinary.
This time they caught Xuan Yuezong by surprise. Waiting for Rong Qingyue to regain her strength and make thorough preparations, but they didn't restrain themselves, they still swaggered through the market with great fanfare. As a human being, that would be very bad.
These demon masters were not the least bit popular, they came and went like the wind, and retreated quickly in a blink of an eye. In the middle of the night, everyone came to the foot of Changqing Mountain.
Although they attacked Xuanyue Sect together this time, the three sects and nine sects of the Demon Sect were not in harmony. There was still hatred between certain sects, and even on the way to retreat, they were on guard against each other. Well? At present? Everyone still has common goals and interests, so they temporarily suppressed their personal grievances and followed the hidden marks left by Li Xuanfeng all the way.
Until they came to an abandoned house in the suburbs.
This place was originally housed by a wealthy businessman, but because of several murders and rumors of hauntings, it gradually fell into disuse.
At this time, the night was dark and the cold wind was whistling. This desolate house was crawling in the mountains, the paint on the walls was peeling off, and the walls were dilapidated, making it look even more gloomy and cold.
However, in the eyes of ordinary people, this haunted house is terrifying, but it can't frighten many masters of magic.
"right here?"
According to their prior agreement, the others were responsible for entanglement with Rong Qingyue and the others, and Li Xuanfeng, the best light skill?, was responsible for taking away Yi Tinglan. Now it seems that everything is going well, and soon they will be able to receive the fruits of tonight's victory.
Thinking of this, everyone's expressions were particularly excited.
"Cough cough cough..." Chi Wanwan's pale face flushed a little, but her eyes were especially hot. Just now she was too desperate when facing Shang Qingyue and suffered serious internal injuries, but the smile on her face could hardly be suppressed.
As soon as they stepped into the house, everyone was stunned.
Suddenly several large lanterns lit up in the dark courtyard, illuminating the courtyard as if it were daytime. And in this empty courtyard, there is only one person standing.
This man has big sleeves fluttering, and his long hair is tied into a topknot. His appearance looks quite fairy-tale. It was Li Xuanfeng, the Patriarch of the Seven Emotions Sect, whom everyone placed high hopes on.
As for Yi Tinglan, the saintess of Xuanyue Sect that everyone was looking for, there was no trace of her.
A few people immediately realized that it wasn't right, they were on guard for the first time, and their eyes were cold and stern: "Li Xuanfeng, what are you doing? The Seven Emotions Sect is trying to break the contract?"
The reason why they didn't worry about Li Xuanfeng eating alone before was that Li Xuanfeng is a smart person who knows how to make choices. He should know that with the strength of the Seven Emotions Sect alone, he would definitely not be able to withstand the anger of the three main veins of the Demon Sect. But now it seems that this smart person is going to be confused too
Li Xuanfeng smiled helplessly, spread his hands and said, "Forgive me, isn't it? I want to break the contract, and there is someone else who really wants to make trouble with everyone."
"So daring..." Everyone shouted in unison, with cold eyes, "Who is this person?"
"it's me."
A melodious female voice resounded in the next moment, and a black figure floated out of the crowd, with a graceful figure, and flew to the top of the steps in an instant, looking down at the crowd from a high position.
At the same time, there was a sudden bang on the ground.
Amid the sudden vibration, smoke and dust rose everywhere. Wait? The dust dissipated, the mottled walls had lost their skin, and the thick iron walls on all sides rose at some point, blocking everyone in this house tightly. The iron walls are smooth and towering, without any point of strength. Unless they can put on wings, they won't be able to fly out.
But everyone in the room is the top magic master in the world, and they are the most conceited about their own strength. Unless they are cornered, how can they have any plans to escape
Almost everyone turned their attention to Chi Wanwan who suddenly appeared. She was wearing a dark gauze dress, her beautiful face was indifferent, and her face was still pale from serious injuries, but her expression was confident and proud.
"I am the one who invited you here." She moved her eyes slightly and repeated what she said before.
"Chi Wanwan... What are you going to do?" Everyone was inexplicably astonished, "Where's the saintess of the Xuanyue Sect? Could it be that you, the Burning Flame Sect, are trying to monopolize the secret of the fairy stone?"
"What are the secrets of the fairy stone? It's all fake!" Chi Wanwan told the truth unceremoniously, and sneered. interesting!"
This is really a rock that stirs up waves.
"If you say it's fake, it's fake. Then wouldn't what we did today become a joke? If you knew that the fairy stone was fake, why didn't you refuse to raid Xuanyuezong today?" Gui Hanzong Suzerain Xu Zhan turned cold. It was his proposal to raid Xuanyuezong to snatch the saint. Chi Wanwan's words? It was a slap in the face for him.
This is clearly an excuse for the other party to swallow the secret of the fairy stone.
Chi Wanwan? Are you tight? Asked slowly: "Without today's release, how can the whole world believe that Xuanyue Sect really has the fairy stone? Everyone is chasing the secret of the fairy stone. If the Holy Gate is indifferent, then wouldn't it be Are you calling yourself? Right now, Xuan Yuezong is really in trouble."
Speaking of this, Chi Wanwan couldn't help laughing. She laughed loudly, her madness was not concealed, and she couldn't see the slightest sign of lying in that down-to-earth schadenfreude, which made others hesitate.
"You mean... the matter of the fairy stone was set up by your Burning Flame Sect behind the scenes?"
Chi Wanwan did not deny it.
Others were skeptical, but still said: "In that case, why don't you hand over the Xuanyue Sect saint girl first?"
"It's just a useless little girl, don't worry. I'll give it to you later. There is one more important thing to do now." Chi Wanwan laughed.
Everyone frowned.
She didn't seem to see the impatience of the crowd at all, she stood with her hands behind her back, her eyes swept over the crowd one by one, and said solemnly: "Since the passing of the previous Holy King, the three sects and nine sects of the Holy Sect have split twenty Years ago, if you continue like this, you will never be able to win the righteous way, Daxing Holy Gate—it’s time to choose a holy king.”
"So what? Could it be that you want to recommend yourself?" Someone immediately sneered impolitely, with a mocking tone.
Chi Wanwan's eyes slowly scanned the crowd, and said proudly: "Then why not? Yes?"
"..." There was a moment of silence in the courtyard.
Everyone looked at her incredulously, as if they were looking at a lunatic who wanted to die.
Even if they knew that Chi Wanwan must have some confidence to be so arrogant, but no? Counting Li Xuanfeng, there were seven of them, unless Chi Wanwan had already been promoted to a grand master, why would he dare to boast such big words?
——And whether she has been promoted to the grand master or not, everyone present can see? clearly? clearly. The Nine Sect Masters of the Devil Sect, with her strength, I am afraid that she will be ranked fourth at most.
"Chi Wanwan, didn't you? Are you driven crazy by Rong Qingyue?"
Xu Zhan, the suzerain of Guihan Sect, has always been the number one person recognized by the Demon Sect, and he also has the ambition to unify the three main lines, so he stepped forward without hesitation at this time, said in a deep voice.
"I don't? I don't care about your grievances, but if you want to use the entire Holy Gate to avenge you, it's just a daydream. If you really think that the position of the Holy King is so good? Take it, just come?!!!"
Speaking of the last word, it seemed as if there was a heavy echo in the yard. A strong aura emanated from him, and he shot without hesitation.
With just one punch, the billowing vigor vibrates away, as if it wants to smash all the obstacles blocking the way to pieces.
Others also shot at the same time.
Don't they? Pay attention to fighting alone, since Chi Wanwan? Boasts that they are going to unify the Demon Sect, at least? They have to show the strength to overwhelm them. Otherwise, don't blame them for being ruthless and killing them here.
Chi Wanwan stood where she was, without moving.
But a figure suddenly appeared, coming first, like a slanting moonlight, easily drifting into the encirclement of the crowd, blocking all attacks.
First, he faced Xu Zhan's punching wind and slapped lightly. The two bodies shook at the same time, and Xu Zhan flew upside down for dozens of steps. Taking advantage of this momentum, the boy retreated, turned his waist, and pushed out his other hand from behind, taking advantage of the momentum to slap a person who was attacking from behind. Immediately, he drew out the long sword at his waist and swung it across the air facing the square.
Blood splattered, and the brilliant sword light swung out in an instant directly swept away the several enemies directly in front.
This beat, push, and cut, all the movements are naturally connected together, calm and unhurried, the rhythm is soothing, but it only happens in a few breaths, and the siege of the crowd is easily lifted. It's beautiful, like writing with a pen and drawing a picture, and it feels like lifting weights like light weight.
It wasn't until an open space was completely cleared in front of Chi Wanwan that he stopped and looked around.
Everyone's eyes fell on him one after another, with inexplicable astonishment, and then the astonishment turned into amazement.
This is a young man no more than ten years old.
The moonlight was falling gently, and the young boy had black hair and white clothes, and his clothes were not stained with dust. He looked surprisingly young and handsome.
He only stands here, but he is like a good young master soaked in the fragrance of pen, ink and books. His painting style is incompatible with everyone else. If it weren't for the long sword in his hand that was still bleeding, this picture would be extremely beautiful.
His whole body was just bathed in the bright light, and he looked over with a pair of clear eyes.