Drops of blood flowed down the golden sword body and dripped onto the ground.
The sword light floated, reflecting the two pairs of confronting eyes.
Both of those eyes are phoenix eyes long and narrow, but one pair looks more stern, and the other pair looks thinner and cooler.
Murong Chuyi narrowed her eyes slightly: "Is it you?"
Mo Xi held the blade of the Zhaoxue Sword in his hand. Even though a layer of defensive barrier was placed in the palm of his hand, Zhaoxue Shenwu's power was still too great, his palm was still cut open, and blood could not stop seeping out.
Mo Xi said, "Murong, stop."
"..." Murong Chuyi didn't answer, just turned the blade into light, and swept back a few steps, the white robe fluttered and scattered the Zhaoxue sword into dozens of small swords surrounding him, and then waved his wide sleeves, These sharp swords rushed towards Mo Xifei.
Xiao Lan'er, who ran out with Mo Xi, exclaimed, "Xi and brother! Be careful!"
Mo Xi opened up a huge defensive formation, and after protecting the other people in the defensive formation, he raised his other hand and said sternly, "Suiran, summon!"
The snake whip swam out of the palm suddenly, bursting with a fierce red light. He took the Suiran whip in one hand, and at the moment when Jianyu's offensive disappeared, he retreated to the defensive world, and with a long body swept closer to Murong, the Suiran snake whip quickly slashed towards the opponent.
While fighting with Murong Chuyi, he said sharply at Xiao Lan'er, "Save the people!"
Xiao Lan'er nodded hurriedly: "Okay...Okay!" She stumbled over and threw herself into Jiang Yexue's arms, crying out loudly, shouting "Sir, sir", while rushing to Jiang Yexue Untie the immortal rope on his body.
Jiang Yexue murmured, "Why are you back... why are you still bringing Xihejun..."
Xiao Lan'er was just crying, she was still too young to answer anything.
Jiang Yexue didn't force her to answer, but sighed: "Don't cry, go and save Chenqing..."
"Uuuuu... I, I'll save it!"
Xiao Laner hurriedly loosened Yue Chenqing's bondage. Yue Chenqing was lying on the ground, he was still shaking at this moment, but he didn't know whether it was because of anger, fear, fear... or chills. Xiao Laner helped him up, Yue Chenqing looked at Murong Chuyi who was fighting fiercely with Mo Xi in the distance, and the confusion on her face gradually disappeared, and the tears came up again, the pain made her suffer. His face twitched and contorted.
His cracked and dry lips murmured, as if he wanted to call Murong Chuyi, but before he could say the word "four", he was choked up. He turned his face sharply, and just as tears filled his eyes, he raised his hand and wiped it away with a whimper.
He walked to Jiang Yexue's side and said with red eyes, "Brother..."
Jiang Yexue was slightly shocked. Yue Chenqing used to only call him hello, and after the relationship with him eased, she only called him Big Brother Jiang, and never called him directly. He looked up from the wheelchair, and seemed so overwhelmed for a moment.
On the other side, Mo Xi and Murong Chuyi fought with sparks and spirit currents. The snake whip sometimes turned into a spirit body, sometimes danced into a flash, and fought with Murong Chuyi's Zhaoxue Sword. Both of them were top cultivators with extremely fast movements. When they fought, they were dazzling. Xi's dismissal was very ruthless and direct, like a sharp blade stabbing the opponent's soft underbelly. However, Murong Chuyi acted like the wind and snow, pressing down from all directions and driving the enemy to a dead end.
The two met like a meteor, the snake whip collided with the long sword, and the sword energy and flames that rubbed out shook the rock formation next to it, and the rocks shook.
Mo Xi whispered, "Murong, you said you would see him, recognize him, and consider his feelings. Why did you break your promise?"
Murong Chuyi only held the sword to fight, the golden red light reflected on his handsome face, and also fell into his cold phoenix eyes. He didn't have any answer, just a "fight just fight, there's nothing to say".
"Murong, he is still expecting you to find him."
Murong Chuyi: "..."
The wide sleeves swung, the clouds brushed the snow, Murong Chuyi withdrew the long sword without saying a word, swept back with his feet, and then raised the sword in front of him. The bright sword light reflected in his pupils.
Murong Chuyi said, "Zhaoxue, urge Qianshan!"
The long sword in his hand suddenly scattered into countless pieces of light, and those pieces of light gathered behind him into a rolling wave of spiritual currents. He was dressed in white and floated like a fairy. When he raised his hand, he spit out a word without any mercy: "Go. ."
Snow surge! !
Mo Xi's eyes darkened, and he said sternly, "Swallow the sky!"
With the sound of a whale roaring, the heavy whale spirit body obeyed Mo Xi's call, swinging its translucent body and swimming towards Murong Chuyi's giant waves that illuminated the snow. In an instant, Bai Lian turned the waves, and the whale, swallowing the sky, sounded like a distant echo from ancient times - it opened its huge mouth and sucked the endless stream of rifting into its abdominal cavity...
Under the impact of strong spiritual power, Mo Xi's black robe and Murong Chuyi's white robe swayed wildly. Mo Xi turned his head to Jiang Yexue and the others and said, "Let's go!"
When Xiao Lan'er heard what Mo Xi said, she cried again: "Xi and brother..."
"Let's go!"
Jiang Yexue coughed up blood and whispered, "If I can wake up the Yin soldiers in the blood pool, that's great..."
Yue Chenqing: "..."
The Yue family has suppressed the blood pool Yin soldiers in the Huntian Cave for generations, but in addition to the suppression, these evil spirits have been sacrificed by the Yue family, and they are also willing to obey the orders of the Yue family.
Yue Juntian died suddenly, and because of his weakness, he had no chance to summon the Yin soldiers in the blood pool. However, as soon as Yue Juntian died, the head of the Yue family was handed over to his son-in-law, Yue Chenqing, who was born to his wife.
However, Yue Chenqing's spell cultivation was still too weak. Moreover, he is usually playful and lazy, and he has not practiced the method of Yin Soldier's hegemony and control at all, and he is completely unable to display it normally.
So at this time, hearing Jiang Yexue's sigh, Yue Chenqing's heart ached like a needle cone.
He was about to be pierced by self-blame and grief. If he could wake up the Yin soldiers in the blood pool, his uncle would not die, and neither would the servants brought by the Yue family...
His fourth uncle... his fourth uncle couldn't kill so many people, he could have stopped in time...
It's not like now, there is hell, blood everywhere, the person he admires has become so unrecognizable... If he works hard... On weekdays... On weekdays, he is not so idle and has nothing to do...
What about this.
What is this! ! !
Xiao Lan'er was still weeping: "Don't... Xi and brother... I don't want to leave anyone and run away..."
Mo Xi gritted his teeth and said, "Listen to my words and leave quickly."
But after all, the child is small. After many stimulations, even if Mo Xi had performed a spirit-suppressing technique on her before, her physique that was prone to runaways was still somewhat uncontrollable. As she cried, there was a faint tyrannical flame of spiritual flow. It burst out of her heart.
Jiang Yexue frowned and coughed up blood, and said anxiously, "Xiao Lan'er..."
It can't go on like this. Once Xiao Laner runs wild, she won't be able to tell the enemy from the enemy under her madness. I'm afraid the scene will become more and more out of control. If the trouble is not good, everyone will be difficult to escape, and even buried in this corpse. in the hole.
Just as she was about to force the sick body to cast spells and calm Laner's mind, suddenly her hand was stopped by the people around her.
Jiang Yexue said in surprise, "Chen Qing?"
Yue Chenqing's face was full of tears, but it was no longer as empty and dazed as before. He looked at Jiang Yexue and said with tears in his eyes, "Brother, I'm sorry. It's always been... I've always been bad. I'm too lazy... and ignorant... and stupid. I've always wanted to be a comfortable young master. No... didn't work hard..."
"But this time..." Yue Chenqing choked up, but her eyes didn't move. He held Jiang Yexue's hand, "Let me do it this time."
"I am the head of the Yue family."
"Chen Qing, you—"
Yue Chenqing ignored Jiang Yexue, let go of Jiang Yexue's hand, and jumped to the ghost command platform in the center of the blood pool.
When Jiang Yexue and Murong Chuyi saw this, their expressions changed.
Calling the Blood Pond Yin Soldiers is like a general leading the army. Only when their own strength is strong enough, those Yin Soldiers will obey orders. Logically speaking, Yue Chenqing's strength is not qualified at all. But if Yue Chenqing made up her mind and was willing to donate all her spiritual power to control her, even at the cost of detonating her spiritual core, then it would be another matter.
Murong Chuyi probably saw his determination, and snorted coldly, the golden light flashed between the sleeves of the robe, forming a talisman, and only a rustling tide-like voice could be heard from outside.
With sharp eyes, Xiao Laner was the first to notice the situation and exclaimed, "Sir! It's here again!"
Bamboo Samurai.
Hundreds of bamboo warriors armed with diamond knives poured in from the tunnels and outside the cave, surrounded Jiang Yexue and the others, while others slaughtered at the Guiling Terrace where Yue Chenqing was.
It was just because Yue Chenqing, as the first heir of the Yue family, stood on the Guiling Platform, which was a kind of inspiration to the Yin Soldiers in the pool, so vague shadows rushed up in the blood pool, roaring those who were trying to pounce on Yue Chenqing. The Bamboo Samurai brought down the pond water. But the Bamboo Warriors were unintentional after all, a group of them sank into the blood pool, and the latecomers continued to attack without fear, and the scene was still out of control.
Xiao Lan'er's spiritual flow became more and more unstable. Jiang Yexue took her over and placed the Spirit-Suppressing Charm on her again. However, Jiang Yexue's spiritual power was not as good as Mo Xi's, suppressing Xiao Lan'er's tyrannical spirit. Nuclear is just a drop in the bucket.
Xiao Lan'er cried, "Sir... Bamboo Warrior... You can too... You can also... "
Jiang Yexue shook his head, his eyes were extremely bitter, he said, "That's what Chu Yi taught me. My bamboo warrior is just a pile of waste bamboo and broken wood in front of him."
Xiao Laner Hyunran: "How could this be..."
Seeing that the situation was getting more and more critical, Yue Chenqing's face was pale, he made up his mind, condensed a thin blade, wiped a bloodstain in his palm, and dipped in the blood to draw a complicated spell on the Lingling Stone in the center of the Ghost Command Platform.
He really intends to rashly start summoning the monsters in the pool.
"Chen Qing!"
Jiang Yexue tried to stop Yue Chenqing, but the blood pool between them had already begun to gush, and it was impossible to get close.
"Huntian, there is a blood pool..."
"Yue Chenqing! Stop it!"
Yue Chenqing sat on the ground, her hands were imprinted, and her lips and teeth murmured: "Blood Pond, Suyin Soldier."
"Yue Chenqing!!!"
"Brother Chenqing..."
Yue Chenqing recited the summoning spell.
When his father taught him this set of mantras, he once said to him: "Our Yue family is a cultivator, and we don't need to practice any spiritual techniques that consume spiritual power. Only this technique is called killing. One thousand enemies lose eight hundred. But everything in this world is kung fu. Don’t be afraid of those who care. If you have something or nothing to do, you can practice more. As long as you are skilled enough and your own foundation is strong enough, then this mantra will also hurt you. It wouldn't be so scary."
Yue Chenqing remembered that she was sitting lazily on the bench and listening, and her eyes were always aimed at Murong Chuyi, who was standing in the corridor in the distance and talking to the servant.
Yue Juntian said: "Follow me to form a seal, and then recite the mantra."
"There are blood pools in the sky."
Yue Chenqing casually said, "There is a pool of blood in the sky."
"The Blood Pond is the Yin Soldier."
Yue Chenqing read it again, and the seal of the knot was also crooked: "The Blood Pond is the Yin Soldier."
"The Yin soldier wants to borrow the way."
"Yin Soldier..."
Suddenly the wind picked up, and the apricot flowers in the yard fell like rain. At this moment, Murong Chuyi finished talking with the servant and turned around. He was only attracted by the wind at the time, and turned his head to see Man Tingfangfei blowing, but he didn't expect Yue Chenqing to be looking at him. He was stunned for a moment, and at the same time, Yue Chenqing gave him a bright smile.
"Teach you to practice! What a god!"
"Ouch-"
"Don't follow your old man!"
Yue Chenqing was aggrieved: "It's useless, what am I going to do with the monsters in Huantian Cave?"
After speaking, he deliberately raised his voice and shouted, "If I have anything to do, my fourth uncle will be the first to come out to protect me!"
Yue Jun's weather was different: "What do you think of him? He's just an outsider!"
"No! The fourth uncle is the most powerful, and the fourth uncle is the best!" Xiao Yue Chenqing shouted reluctantly, "He is not an outsider, he is my favorite uncle!"
No matter what happens, he will be the first to come out to protect me.
He is the best, the best.
my favorite uncle...
Yue Chenqing opened his eyes, tears silently slipped down his cheeks, blood-red light radiated from his body, and the backlash of the Yin Soldier's Curse climbed up from the rock of the Guiling Platform, and climbed all the way, along his ankles and waist. His legs were wrapped all the way, spreading all over his body.
The forcible command made him feel like ten thousand ants eating his heart, and like ten thousand sharp needles piercing his flesh and blood, producing barbs in his blood...
His father once told him that the pain of the blood pool summoning was the most unbearable pain.
Actually not.
Through the mist of tears, Yue Chenqing looked at Murong Chuyi, who was still in a fierce battle with Mo Xi, just like when she was learning this spell for the first time many years ago, she was looking at the young man in white under the corridor in the rain of flowers.
Yue Chenqing coughed out a mouthful of black and red blood, with tears in her eyes, she said hoarsely, "Yin Soldier, if you borrow the way..."
In the rain of apricot flowers, Murong Chuyi became more and more blurred, and the laughter in the small courtyard at that time also became farther and farther away.
Fourth uncle will always protect me.
He is not an outsider.
he…
The heart-splitting pain suddenly burst open, Yue Chenqing knew that he couldn't hold on for too long, a translucent scarlet fire was ignited all over his body, and he slammed his blood-stained right palm onto the front of Feng Lingshi. In the center, all of a sudden the gloomy wind blows, and the inside of the cave is dark. The blood pool splashed out dozens of bright red waterfalls, and the sharp screams tore the ground and rushed up!
"Kill all, blockers!"
When the last sentence was read out, Yue Chenqing knelt down on the Guiling Platform, and a big mouthful of blood gushed out from his mouth. In his vagueness, he could perceive a gloomy force devouring all the spiritual power he had accumulated during his years of cultivation.
At the same time, a steady stream of Yin soldiers jumped out of the blood pool, obeying the orders of Yue Chenqing, the new master of the Yue family, and rushed towards the bamboo warriors in Murong Chuyi like a tide.
In an instant, blood splattered, knives fell, broken bamboo flew, and the battle shook the sky.
After all, the Yin Soldiers are old ghosts who have been wronged for hundreds of years. No matter how strong those Bamboo Warriors are, they can't resist them. The yin soldiers who dismantled and smashed the bamboo warriors roared, and then rushed towards Murong Chuyi who was fighting with Mo Xi.
Murong Chuyi's strength in melee combat was not as good as Mo Xi's, but he was at the limit at this point. During this chaotic battle, a yin soldier in the diagonal stab snatched the blade of the bamboo warrior, and took advantage of Murong Chuyi's blocking of Mo Xi's offensive, and stabbed him sharply.
Just heard a snort.
Murong Chuyi's glass-colored eyes turned, and blood was smeared on her white face, which looked eerily terrifying. He lowered his head and saw the bayonet pierce through his back and out from under his rib cage.
He paused for a moment, his body swayed, and when his eyes turned back to Mo Xi again, there was a layer of daze.
"Ink extinguished..."
As soon as Mo Xi's eyes touched him, his heart skipped a beat. It was like some kind of primitive intuition. He felt that something was wrong, and then the chill spread from the vest to the back of his neck in an instant: "You..."
Murong Chuyi's eyes seemed to change suddenly at this moment, he frowned and murmured in a low voice, "I... I'm not..."
He seemed to want to say something, but before he could say it, the sword that stabbed him was suddenly pulled out by the Yin soldier.
Murong Chuyi's body suddenly softened, he choked out a mouthful of blood, and lost his spiritual flow and fell from the air. Like a white butterfly falling into a spider's nest and planted in the dust.