Soul Piercing Boy Song Xing: Vertical and Horizontal Double Swords

"Bah!" This made Lei Wujie very dissatisfied, "It's fine if you bring the hatred over, and pretend to be my relative?"

With charming peach blossom eyes, Murong Xiyin sized up Lei Wujie with a half-smile, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Cousin, come on, Mu Ciling and Baifaxian in front of you are all defeated by you."

"You can beat them all to the ground with a few random moves."

She deliberately raised her voice, Baifaxian and Mu Ciling looked at Lei Wujie with unkind eyes after hearing this.

"Are you sick? I haven't offended you. Is it necessary to bring hatred to me like this?"

Lei Wujie looked at Murong Xiyin coldly, if he couldn't stand the internal strife now, he would have taught this woman a lesson.

"Don't pay attention to her, this woman is only afraid that the world will not be chaotic." Ye Wan'er snorted coldly.

Murong Xiyin covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "Yo, didn't the elder sister say that she wanted to defeat the successor of Jianxin, why did she lose so badly today?"

"Shut up! Go fight him if you have the ability." Ye Wan'er pointed at Lei Wujie and said.

"It's hard to say whether I can beat him or not, anyway, it's a fact that you lost badly." Murong Xiyin made no secret of her gloating.

"Two big sisters, now that the enemy is at hand, can you put aside your personal grievances?" Lei Wujie said helplessly.

Just as he was about to break out of the siege, he didn't know when a lot of thick fog rose here, and the figures of Baifaxian and Mu Ciling disappeared in front of him.

Lei Wujie walked more than ten steps with Ye Wan'er in his arms, and found that he was still in the same place, and couldn't help frowning.

"Don't look, we are in the midst of loneliness." Murong Xiyin said slowly.

Lei Wujie was a little worried about Sikong Qianluo, after all her cultivation and combat experience were too shallow.

Moreover, this kind of lonely formation is different from what Lei Wujie encountered in the original book. There is obviously more dense fog here, and there are ghosts everywhere.

He asked anxiously, "What about sister Qianluo and Brother Yu?"

"They should all be outside the formation, maybe they have already fought with Mu Ciling and the others." Ye Wan'er in her arms suddenly said.

Now Lei Wujie was even more worried. After Su Muyu and Li Tian had a big fight, their fighting strength might be less than ten percent.

But Mu Ciling was at his peak state, and together with Baifaxian and those Tianwaitian disciples, Sikong Qianluo and Xiao Lingchen might be even more dangerous.

"No, I have to break this formation to save them!" Lei Wujie pulled out his shark-toothed sword and slashed, smashing a few howling ghosts, and then a large number of ghosts appeared.

Ye Wan'er hurriedly grabbed his wrist to prevent him from messing around.

"Don't be impulsive, you can't rely on brute force to break the formation, unless you have reached the Immortal Ascension Boundary."

"Actually, I have a solution. You take me back to the gazebo behind you first."

"Okay." Lei Wujie led her to Guqin without hesitation.

"Actually, this solitary and cunning way is mainly composed of ghosts. If I kill the Lord Sword Dancer, I will be able to kill all ghosts and dispel the dense fog that complements each other!"

"Once the ghost and the dense fog dissipate, the eye of the needle will definitely be exposed, and then you can easily destroy it."

After explaining, Ye Wan'er started to play the piano, and the murderous sound, which could be heard for thousands of miles, sounded again.

The ghosts suddenly screamed, and the thick fog gradually dispersed.

"It seems to be useful." Lei Wujie looked surprised.

But after less than a cup of tea, a large number of ghosts appeared again, and the dense fog became thicker and thicker.

Ye Wan'er spat out a mouthful of blood, and was supported by Lei Wujie again.

"Sister Wan'er, how are you doing?"

"She is injured and cannot bear such a terrifying killing intent." Murong Xiyin looked at Ye Wan'er with concern.

Lei Wujie expressed apology, and hurriedly used his kung fu to treat Ye Wan'er's internal injuries.

Murong Xiyin watched more and more ghosts and dense fog around her, her brows were furrowed, thoughtful.

"In the past, Sikong Changfeng once destroyed the Lonely Void Formation with a single shot. Could it be that he used the Buddhist secret technique?"

"He's bragging, okay?" Lei Wujie gave her a white look, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"He obviously used a thousand shots, but he claimed that he only used one shot."

"After all, he broke the formation and saved so many decent people. Although these people didn't see how he broke the formation with their own eyes, they believed him considering his life-saving grace and great strength."

"Oh, how did you know this?" Murong Xiyin said incredulously.

"Sister Qianluo and I grew up together, she told me." Lei Wujie couldn't say that he had read the script, so he could only use Sikong Qianluo to cover it up.

"No, according to the information I have, didn't you live in Leijiabao when you were young?" Ye Wan'er looked curious.

"Uh, anyway, we spent a long time together in Nine Clouds City, if you don't believe me, you can ask her later."

Lei Wujie almost broke through, so he could only laugh and let the topic go.

Murong Xiyin looked at Lei Wujie with a gossiping look in her eyes.

"It seems that you have a good relationship with Miss Qian Luo, so did she tell you how to break the formation?"

Lei Wujie pondered for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up. Ye Wan'er said just now that this formation of solitude is a yin formation, and as long as it uses a large-scale attack method of yang attribute, it may be broken.

He now has a trick in his memory, "Yangchun Baixue", which was formed by Gao Jianli's chorus of "Yangchun" and "Snow Maiden" playing the flute piece "Baixue".

So he looked at the two girls beside him: "I suddenly remembered a music score from the ancient Qin era, which was dedicated to restraining the formation of ghosts, but it needs two people to play together."

"I can also imitate Xiao Yin with the jade flute." Murong Xiyin smiled slightly, and then looked at Ye Wan'er, "I just don't know if Senior Sister is willing to put aside the old grudge temporarily."

Ye Wan'er snorted coldly, ignored her, and asked Lei Wujie, "Tell us the score."

"Okay!" Lei Wujie told Ye Wan'er the score of "Yang Chun" in his memory, and then told Murong Xiyin the score of "Bai Xue".

"It's a good score!" The faces of the two girls showed a hint of admiration at the same time.

Ye Wan'er returned to her original position and began to play the piano, followed by the sound of Murong Xiyin's flute.

As the fresh and smooth music sounded, heavy snow suddenly fell from the sky, and bursts of sunlight faintly radiated from the two girls' musical instruments, tearing apart the surrounding dense fog and ghosts.

Soon, the dense fog and ghosts disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. Lei Wujie stepped forward hurriedly, determined to quickly find the eye of the needle.

But after he walked about a hundred steps, he heard a scream, not from a ghost, but from a real one.

Just at this time, the two women's ensemble finished, all the yin energy around them dissipated, and the sky appeared bright sunshine again.

Lei Wujie looked down at the place where the screams came from, and found four old men in black robes lying on the ground, bleeding to death from the seven orifices, he couldn't help but gasped.

Seeing that their costumes are out of this world, they should be the ones who set up the solitary array just now. Obviously, they were accidentally killed by the second daughter's "Yang Chun Bai Xue" just now, so the eyes of the array were broken.