The front yard of Folding Sword Villa quickly became a mess.
Shouts, footsteps, and the sound of swords being unsheathed came one after another, and reddish sword glows pierced the sky, turning into strands of spider webs and falling over the villa, completely enveloping the entire villa.
It was the sword formation that Feng Ci had just taught them today.
Feng Ci knew very well that these were just delays.
But he doesn't care.
He kept looking at Pei Qianyue, his quiet eyes full of tenderness, quietly waiting for Pei Qianyue's answer.
But Pei Qianyue gently pushed him away.
Feng Ci raised his eyebrows: "You don't want it?"
"No." Pei Qianyue's voice became much calmer, he smiled faintly, and said in a low voice: "Master wants to coax me, so he should show some sincerity."
Feng Ci was confused by his accusation: "Where am I not sincere enough?"
"Fake." Pei Qianyue said, "I don't want it."
In this matter, Pei Qianyue has a stubbornness that makes Feng Ci incomprehensible.
According to Feng Ci, the physical body is just a shell, and changing the physical body is like changing a piece of clothing. He will care about whether the appearance looks good and whether it suits him, but that's all.
Pei Qianyue obviously cared a lot more than him.
He was concerned that even if he transformed back to his original appearance, he would not want to be too intimate.
I don't know where the obsession came from.
"Don't count."
Feng Ci finally pulled his face down and tried to coax him, but he got such a result. He couldn't tell whether he was angry or embarrassed, so he turned around and wanted to leave.
But he was held back by Pei Qianyue.
Fang's fingers moved up along Feng Ci's arm, groping for the back of Feng Ci's neck, and leaned slightly: "But it seems that if you don't do anything, it will be a bit of a loss."
He said, bowing his head slightly.
Put a kiss on Feng Ci's eyes.
There is a small mole imprinted on the inside that is extremely light in color, not close to it or even not visible at all.
There was a sudden roar in the sky above the two of them, as if a thunder had exploded, someone was forcibly breaking through the sword formation from outside. The sky was overcast and cloudy, and was dazzled by the light and shadow produced by the collision of spiritual power.
And under the sky, in this unknown corner, two young people quietly embraced each other.
Pei Qianyue worked very lightly, and there was a slightly moist and cold touch from the end of his eyes, which made Fengci a little itchy.
He couldn't help but flinch, and Pei Qianyue let him go.
"Wait for the master to find his body." Pei Qianyue raised his hand and gently stroked his small mole, and said in a low voice, "I will get back everything I want."
***
On the mountain in front of Zhejian Villa, all the brothers lined up and waited.
Brothers Xiao Chengxuan and Xiao Chenghuan stood side by side in the center of the crowd, holding their breath and concentrating on the direction of the mountain gate.
On this day, with the help of Feng Ci, a total of 32 defensive barriers were erected from the foot of Zhejian Villa to the gate, and even every entry and exit passage. As the last sword formation fell just now, Zhejian Villa was almost wrapped up like an iron barrel.
Brilliant rays of light exploded in the sky one after another, Xiao Chenghuan looked anxious: "Brother, can this sword array really hold up?"
Can you hold on
How long can it last
Xiao Chengxuan also asked Feng Ci this question.
Feng Ci's answer at the time was that if he came to break the formation, with the strength of Zhejian Villa, he could stop him for at most a stick of incense.
A brother next to him suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his body fell limply, and the light on the sword also dimmed. Immediately, someone helped him to the side, and at the same time, another younger brother immediately drew out a sword formula to make up for what he lacked.
This is the problem.
It's not that Feng Ci's sword array is not strong enough, but the people who maintain the sword array are too weak.
Today's relatively strong defensive arrays in the comprehension world generally do not have any species, such as sword arrays, talisman arrays, spell arrays, and weapon arrays.
Among them, the strongest is the various sword formations created by Patriarch Qianqiu.
Different from other defensive formations, the sword formation requires everyone to work together. Once you get the essentials, even a low-level monk can create an extremely powerful sword formation.
This is the only way to defeat the strong with the weak.
More and more disciples supporting the sword formation collapsed from exhaustion, Xiao Chenghuan hurried forward two steps, and helped one disciple up: "Brother, they will soon be unable to hold on, this way—"
"If you can't hold on, you have to hold on." Xiao Chengxuan's eyes reflected the reddish light of the sword formation, he gritted his teeth, "It's exhausting."
"It's exhausting." A voice came from behind the crowd.
Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue finally arrived late.
He walked up to the two brothers and looked up at the sky. So far, the real culprit behind the scenes has still not been revealed, but just from the light of spiritual power hitting the sword array, one can see how strong Fang Xiuwei is.
With such a strong cultivation base, it cannot be stopped by relying solely on the defensive array.
Feng Ci's intention was never to shut Fang out.
All of these defenders serve a purpose.
consume.
Use the power of the entire Folding Sword Villa, at all costs, to desperately consume Fang's strength.
The spiritual power collided with the barrier of the sword array, as if the sound of thunder was deafening. But under this violent sound, everyone present suddenly heard an extremely slight crisp sound.
Xiao Chengxuan's pupils constricted suddenly, and he shouted: "Get off! Get off!"
But he took a step back.
The reddish sword array shattered at the sound, as if a fierce force struck, knocking out all the disciples in the village who were maintaining the sword array. Xiao Chengxuan hurried forward two steps, grabbed the younger brother who was closest to him, but was knocked into the air by the huge impact, and fell to the ground hard, choking out a mouthful of blood.
Then look at the younger brother who was caught by him, bleeding through the seven orifices, and passed out.
The remaining spiritual light of the sword array scattered from the sky, wisps and strands, like meteors falling.
Xiao Chengxuan saw a figure coming from the sky in the distance.
one person.
Breaking through the thirty-two defenses carefully arranged by them, and even wounding half of the disciples of Zhejian Villa.
Fang unexpectedly has a person.
Who is this? !
An unprecedented cold fear emerged from the bottom of his heart, Xiao Chengxuan couldn't even see who was coming, but could see Fang's white robe fluttering in the strong wind.
It's like a god descending into the world.
Intangible fear descended on Folding Sword Villa. In the dead silence, there was only one person who stepped forward quickly.
It's Fengci.
Feng Ci was as sinking as water, and quickly slapped hard on the nine stone pillars in the front yard, making seals with both hands on his chest: "Get up, array!"
Nine stone pillars suddenly rose from the ground.
The stone pillar hovered and rose in the air, forming an indestructible cage, instantly enveloping the flying figure.
After the improvement of Fengci, the nine-turn organ array is far more powerful than before. The cage rotated rapidly, and nine kinds of attacks were launched towards the center at the same time, and the light instantly engulfed Dao's figure completely.
Is it done
Xiao Chengxuan subconsciously looked at Feng Ci ahead, the young man looked up at the cage in the sky, lowered his brows, and sighed imperceptibly: "I can't stop it."
As soon as his words fell, a stone pillar exploded suddenly, and a crack was torn open in the cage.
The seal in Feng Ci's hand suddenly changed.
He recited the mantra silently, and the remaining stone pillars quickly gathered from all directions to the center, tightly clamping Fang's limbs.
Then, the Dao stone pillar ignited a raging fire, holding the figure in the middle and falling rapidly from the midair.
boom-
The gravel splashed and the mountains shook.
No matter how high the cultivation base is, they are nothing but mortals, and it is impossible to resist such a violent impact. Feng Ci stared ahead, but when the hustle and bustle dispersed, a figure stood upright on the ruins in front of the mountain gate.
A raging flame was burning on the man's body, and the black smoke from the flames shot straight into the sky, burning his whole body beyond recognition, and he couldn't even find a piece of intact skin.
He raised his head in the flames, far above Feng Ci's sight.
The eyes were still terribly bright.
Feng Ci had an extremely strange feeling in his heart.
Next, people.
He stepped forward, and where he stepped, there were scorched blood marks on the ground. But as he stepped forward step by step, the flames on his body faded quietly, the carrion fell off, and brand new skin and hair regenerated.
The plain white fairy robe wrapped the young man's quickly repaired body, and his slender hair was scattered, almost hanging to the ground. The young man stood still not far in front of Fengci, looking at him calmly.
His eyes are calm and handsome.
It is the original appearance of Fengci.
***
The air was filled with the smell of blood and burnt, and the breeze raised the youth's plain white robes, and the youth's body was surrounded by brilliance, as if he had been exiled to the world.
Feng Ci really couldn't stand the strange feeling of staring at him, so he looked back at Pei Qianyue.
"Is this what you said was stolen?" Feng Ci said angrily, "Cheat."
Pei Qianyue's lips seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything.
Feng Ci noticed that his expression had become extremely pale.
"You don't have to force him to ask him." The young man said, even the voice was exactly the same as Feng Ci's original voice, "I can stand here, he helped a lot."
The young man's gaze fell on Pei Qianyue, and he said softly, "Xiao Hei, you've done a good job."
"... Shut up." Pei Qianyue said coldly.
Feng Ci frowned slightly.
"But you shouldn't be my enemy." There was a trace of regret in the young man's eyes, "You know, this is the destiny."
As soon as the words fell, Pei Qianyue's body suddenly surged with Ling Lie's sword intent.
Since the reunion with Pei Qianyue, Feng Ci always joked that his Xiao Hei was childish and petty, and would get angry with him if he disagreed with him. But this time, what he felt from Pei Qianyue was not the usual petty anger, but outright anger.
"Pei Qianyue." Feng Ci called out in a low voice, but got no response.
Pei Qianyue's robes and hair were in the air of the sword. With a gloomy expression, he raised his hand and slowly drew out a slender black sword from the void.
The slender blade of the sword groaned because of the master's fury, and Ling Ran's sword intent made others around him breathless.
"... yes!" Feng Ci heard someone exclaim in a low voice behind him.
Even if they don't know what Pei Qianyue looks like, they know the identity of Langfeng City Lord, and even more know that the hilt was forged by Qianqiu Patriarch himself and passed on to his younger brothers, and passed down from generation to generation by each Langfeng City Lord.
— Guying.
Pei Qian held the Guying Sword tightly, his body flew forward, and the slender blade cut through the void, unstoppable.
The young man didn't have a weapon in his hand, and with a flick of his loose sleeves, he received Ling Ran's chilling sword with his palm.
tear-
The plain white fairy robe was shattered by the sword energy, and the spiritual power swirl generated by the collision stirred up in this messy courtyard. Every sword that Pei Qianyue made contained an extremely terrifying killing intent. The young man was forced to retreat step by step if he could not defend.
Clothes fluttered, hair fluttered, the young man looked at Pei Qianyue, his eyes were still soft, and he even praised a little: "Compared to three hundred years ago, your cultivation has improved a lot."
"… you shut up."
Pei Qianyue's expression was tense, and his voice seemed to come out from between his teeth.
The young man wanted to say something more, but his face suddenly changed.
In the air, a stream of pure sword energy suddenly struck from the side, the young man hurriedly retreated, a strand of hair was cut by the sword energy, and fell gently to the ground.
Pei Qianyue was also affected by the sword energy, his body swayed, and he was firmly supported from behind.
"What are you rushing at?" Feng Ci grabbed Pei Qianyue's sleeve with one hand, and hung down the other hand. In his hand was a long sword with a faint golden light.
He snorted: "Leave me aside and challenge him one-on-one, what do you think of me as the master?"
The anger on Pei Qianyue calmed down in an instant.
He whispered: "Master..."
Feng Ci: "Yes."
Pei Qianyue's eyebrows stretched, and he called again in a low voice: "Master."
A smile appeared in Feng Ci's eyes: "Well, I'm here."
He is here, not someone else, but an unknown thing in front of him.
Feng Ci tilted his head slightly, and whispered in Pei Qianyue's ear: "After the situation here is resolved, if you don't explain it to me properly, I will definitely deal with you severely."
Pei Qianyue: "Okay."
Only then did Feng Ci raise his eyes to look at the young man not far away.
The young man received a sword from him just now, and a very deep wound was drawn from his shoulder to his arm. Blood gushed out, staining most of his robe red.
He pressed the wound, blood was spattered on the side of his face, his facial features were shockingly beautiful: "You shouldn't stop me."
Feng Ci looked at him coldly: "Why didn't I stop you who bullied me in front of me."
The young man straightened his body slowly, the bone-deep wound was quickly healed, the torn robe was restored, and soon, even the blood stained on his robe disappeared completely.
Feng Ci frowned: "What the hell are you...?"
His body does not have the ability to self-recovery, no matter how high his cultivation base is, no matter how long he lives, he is just a mortal.
But this one in front of me.
Without consciousness, without breath, it is just a living shell.
"You shouldn't have stopped me."
Youth is a word.
"because… "
The young man raised his hand, and the power in his palm surged, and a slender long sword exactly the same as Feng Ci's hand floated out of the void.
He pulled out the long sword inch by inch, and the surging sword intent around him rushed straight into the sky like a swirl.
The young man stood in the center of the vortex, his eyes were dazzled by the bright sword.
He looked at Feng Ci from a distance, and calmly said, "I am you."