[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

Jiang Yuhan stared at his nonchalant, jade-like indifferent face, almost exasperated when he asked, completely unaware that he was in a wounded state, and in the eyes of the other party, this body was gradually blurred in the gray and white soul market.

Wan Hua went to the brilliance of chatting and laughing, her phoenix eyes half-closed and she felt a little cold, Mu Chenfeng glanced at it hurriedly, freed up her hand and clicked a move, which could lock the roaring corpse in place.

Song Xiuran couldn't stand it at all, he was relieved when he saw this, he rubbed against Mu Chenfeng a few times, and said anxiously: "Brother, why are you here?"

"You guys are making a lot of noise." Mu Chenfeng said lightly.

"Um... senior brother, we have provoked that troublemaker, we don't know what to do now, senior brother, do you want to punish me?" Song Xiuran confessed his crime in a very low voice.

"Solve it first." Mu Chenfeng immediately gave him the expected step.

Jiang Yuhan saw that Mu Chenfeng was deliberately avoiding his own question, so he couldn't help frowning and letting go, and then sighed softly amidst Song Xiuran's shout of thanks, and said to the person in front of him: "Chenfeng, go back quickly. The spirit-gathering ball caused trouble." It's not small, the generation of evil spirits should not be underestimated, just in case..."

"Just in case, that's why I'm here." Mu Chenfeng was stared at by Jiang Yuhan for a long time, and finally looked at his menacing gaze, pointing the tip of his sword at the fiercely struggling corpse general, "If I face him, you But can you help me?"

Mu Chenfeng spoke calmly, as if he was absolutely sure, but Jiang Yuhan, who knew everything, felt his heart tremble. He wanted to stop him but couldn't say it. After roughly calculating the time and manpower, he turned to Song Xiuran and said, "Xiao Song, you come back to life, and after you come back to life, stay away from Gushanji, and run as far away as possible."

After he finished speaking, he quickly said to Mu Chenfeng: "The corpse will chase Xiao Song, we can prevent it from entering the village before it jumps into the world of mortals. The terrain here is flat and it's not easy to avoid, you have to be extremely careful."

The general was furious and the situation was urgent, Mu Chenfeng didn't have time to quickly explore his ingenuity at the moment, so he could only nod his head in agreement, and said, "So, you..."

"Since Chen Feng opened his mouth, how can I not help?" The focused light in Jiang Yuhan's eyes faded slightly, and he changed into a smiling face, and said, "I guess the time can be maintained enough, don't worry."

Jiang Yuhan was usually careless, but now a few short sentences have already laid the groundwork. Although Mu Chenfeng didn't understand why he repeated it, but seeing his promise at this moment, he felt unreasonable peace of mind, so he nodded to Song Xiuran who was stunned: "Junior Brother, hurry up!" .”

"Oh... oh! Good!" Song Xiuran came back to his senses, seeing the corpse stepping on his footsteps and rushing towards him again, he stopped hesitating immediately, practiced the mental formula, and suddenly disappeared.

As soon as Song Xiuran left, the corpse really stopped, but the smell of the incense pill was special, it turned around in place, and then ran towards a predetermined direction with two axes, its huge body brushed against the shrubs and trees of the Hun Ruin, blocking the The thin trees on the road were destroyed one after another.

Mu Chenfeng's sword tip moved and released a burst of sword energy. Although it hit the corpse general, it didn't hurt the root, which made it pause and then stepped on the vigorous steps that shook the mountains and forests.

The Taoist priest in white had dim eyes, and when he dodged to bully him, he was attached to the sword, and the tip of the sword drew an arc on the ground, once again imprisoning the corpse in the sword energy.

The corpse general let out a roar, although it was in the gray and white chaos, smoke, dust and fire came out from the hollow eyes of the skull, as if angry.

Mu Chenfeng made a decisive decision, twisted the sword formula, and lifted up the clouds like the sun from the east. With a masterful mind, he slapped out the sword move that gathers energy and overcomes the enemy.

The sword qi pointed at it, pierced a hole in the chest of the corpse general, and it let out a roar, and it broke free from the stumbling sword qi, and the horizontal ax slashed aggressively at Mu Chenfeng.

Mu Chenfeng's lightness skill was not a bit higher than Song Xiuran's. The powerful ax chopped off a tree pole he used to hide, but he easily dodged without even touching the corner of his blue clothes. He didn't succeed in hacking.

The corpse general roared, and suddenly swooped down with all his strength, Mu Chenfeng pushed him away from his original position with his sword energy, but the opponent suddenly slashed out a long axe, and slashed at the concentrated sitting forgot he had just propped up.

Mu Chenfeng was too late to block his head with his sword. Jiang Yuhan's "flowing in the middle, spreading out" move that he had talked about had already been sent over, turning into a shield of spring mud to protect his blood and blood. Intended to make him somewhat reserved.

"Chenfeng, don't try to attract his attention, back away." Jiang Yuhan turned his pen after swipe Chunni, and at the same time indicated the open space behind him with his eyes.

Mu Chenfeng comprehended, and took a few steps back to avoid the furious attack of the corpse general, and then took the opportunity to slash out sword energy to block the corpse general's steps, and then turned his face to look at him.

Even though Jiang Yuhan is not very skilled in luck moves and still has shoulders, at this moment he can turn the pen sideways without haste, giving him enough support and barriers when he is dodging or attacking, and the green house is slowly protecting the shield. , Seeing him looking at him, he secretly bent his eyebrows and smiled at him: "What are you looking at me for, do you want to die?"

"The new pen is still in hand." Mu Chenfeng looked away almost at the same time as he smiled.

Jiang Yuhan froze for a moment, his sweet smile immediately turned into a bitter smile, he shook his head and said, "Just take it as you praise me."

But Mu Chenfeng didn't pay any attention to him, tired of coping with the almost violent slashing of the corpse, he took it away inch by inch.

The two walked and fought at the same time, and finally dragged a certain distance, but unexpectedly, the corpse shook his body, gave up the current target and turned back the same way.

Mu Chenfeng hurriedly approached again, turning around one after another with sharp sword energy to lead the corpse towards him, and then retreated again.However, his sword skills are so powerful that he can almost block the corpse general alone, but after reading a lot of sword formulas in the Land of Void Souls, he couldn't hold on after repeating it over and over again.

Jiang Yuhan reckoned that his lack of energy had already helped him recover in advance, so he felt something bad when he touched the ground with the tip of his sword and the cold sweat on his temples. When he turned the tip of the pen, it pointed like a stick, and pointed down towards him with a slight light.

Before the time was up, the sea of ​​air was full again, Mu Chenfeng turned his head, and saw Wan Hua took the air in front of his joints to send him off without changing his face, and the gray face that could not see blood seemed to be a little more bleak.

Jiang Yuhan was a little happy to see the expression of concern on the Taoist priest's unmoving face, and then pretended to be relaxed and said: "I did not recite the big needle recorded in "Lingshu" correctly."

When he was beside him, he was not like this, but he did his best and put his safety aside.

Thinking of this, Mu Chenfeng didn't know whether it was doubt or warmth in his heart. Just as he opened his lips to reprimand him, the corpse general who had been imprisoned just now stomped on the ground and let out a terrifying cry, and then he didn't look back. He ran wildly towards Gushanji.

Mu Chenfeng rushed forward in shock, Zongyun stretched out, lightness kung fu was used again and again, even several sword qis were not able to stop the corpse general's pace.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuhan gasped: "He went berserk, what did Xiao Song do?"

"Stop him first." Mu Chenfeng said.

"No! It's dangerous at this moment!" Jiang Yuhan's heart sank, and he followed Mu Chenfeng who was galloping, fearing that he would really turn his back at this moment.

Mu Chenfeng condensed his energy, ignored him and made a ruthless move, the general crawled on his knees, roared and spun his ax around, then escaped into the smoky light at his feet.

Mu Chenfeng was amazed by this sudden change, stepped on the tattooed boots to the place where they disappeared without a trace, and said to Jiang Yuhan: "This is not what I did..."

"He has escaped into the world of mortals." Jiang Yuhan rushed over, grabbed his exhausted body, and comforted him with a smile, "Chen Feng is so powerful, he drove him into the world. You won't be afraid when you get to the world, let's hurry up." Go see Xiao Song."

Seeing Mu Chenfeng nodding his head, Jiang Yuhan closed his eyes reassuringly, and finally returned to his body after chanting the mantra.

The present world is no better than the Soul Market, after staying for a long time, his muscles and bones become numb when he returns. Jiang Yuhan took a breath before opening his eyes, but saw Song Xiuran half sitting on the ground, with his crown half down and his cuffs torn, standing in the frosty moonlight. Inside, Xingge's new clothes were covered in a layer of dust.

"Xiao Song, the sachet." Jiang Yuhan reminded him aloud, looking at the green eyes in the forest, he knew why he didn't run away.

Looking at the wild wolves around in horror, and being terrified by the sudden and approaching corpse general, Song Xiuran raised his pale and weeping face when he heard Jiang Yuhan's voice, completely unable to react , the secular saber that has never been drawn is still on his back.

The corpse general roared, and the wild wolves in the forest fled in all directions, and cut off the branches of the crooked tree with a swing of the axe. Even though the present world had worn him into smoke and every step was much more difficult than Xuhun's, he stared at Song Xiuran, but Step by step resolutely, as if he must devour him.

Jiang Yuhan caught sight of the sachet under Song Xiuran's palm at a glance, frowned, and raised his voice, "Xiao Song, sachet! You crushed all the sealing wax?"

Song Xiuran shook his hand, but threw the sachet a few feet away.

Jiang Yuhan no longer counted on him, and finally performed the long-lost and comfortable lightness kung fu with one single step, grabbed the sachet and scratched Song Xiuran's forehead, then stepped far down the slope, turned around and flew out of the acupuncture point , The little Taoist priest's corpse that was about to be crushed was brought over, and asked at the same time: "Xiao Song, is Chen Feng alright? Tell him to do it quickly."

Song Xiuran felt a pain, jumped up immediately, took a closer look at the situation, and anxiously said to Jiang Yuhan, "No! My senior brother hasn't come back yet!"

"What?" Jiang Yuhan was quite surprised, he evaded lightly, and asked again, "Have you taught him?"

"I don't... I don't know..." Song Xiuran ran over, shook Mu Chenfeng's half-kneeling body, spread his palms, and said, "Why is there blood on his palms?" Touching his heart, he almost cried out in despair, and said sharply, "It's over, it's over! The amulet is not here!"

Jiang Yuhan was flustered by Song Xiuran's call, touched his sleeves, and directed him, "Go and find me! I'm here!"

Song Xiuran had to cross his legs and enter the samadhi immediately, but because he was young, he was not only restless but also lacked energy, so he failed to recite the mantra several times, so he had to ask for help from the flying black shadow tremblingly, "Jiang Yuhan, I can't enter samadhi ……What should I do?"

Jiang Yuhan took the corpse far away, and he couldn't see Mu Chenfeng across the dark forest. Hearing Song Xiuran's desperate answer, he was eager to get away. He took out a porcelain jar, threw the sachet in and sealed it tightly, while he greeted him The corpse general's double axes swept over.

Without the guidance of the fragrance, the corpse general had no direction, turned and turned in place, but was stepped on by Jiang Yuhan, turned around and ran away with a whimper.

Jiang Yuhan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the corpse general and went towards Song Xiuran and the others again, trying to stop the little Taoist priest who was passing by and huddled up when he saw the corpse general, he hurriedly ran away from him.

He is not an authentic alchemist, even if the corpse general is afraid of Xiao Song, he shouldn't be afraid of him.

Jiang Yuhan suddenly thought of something, stopped and stretched his hand into his bosom almost tremblingly, and took out a delicate card from the front of his shirt, and he could see the cinnabar surface of the card by the moonlight, the outer part of the mahogany wood, the silver eagle claws were inlaid with tortoiseshell carvings. Cheng's gossip)—it was the talisman that Song Xiuran patted his chest and promised to exorcise demons.

With the seal invalid and without the talisman, Mu Chenfeng is of course easy to enter the samadhi, not so much the samadhi, it is better to say that he was attracted by the spirit-gathering ball or the demons and monsters, and was directly dragged to the soul market.

Jiang Yuhan was still sure about the trouble Song Xiuran caused, but Mu Chenfeng's accident here really shocked and bewildered him. The emotions that he had been angry and confused about before exploded in his heart, and he was nailed to the original place. I don't know what to do next.

Jiang Yuhan clutched the amulet tightly, laughing at himself for having such hesitation, raised his hand and wiped the dry blood around his mouth, guessing the reason, sighed and cursed: "...Silly boy."

The author has something to say: the game sets the level of evil spirits to be [-] times the blood of the player. Generally, five people can pick it. It is very difficult for three people to fight. Halfway through the fight, you will reach the world of mortals. With debuffs, you can kill faster. There is a joke in the article , but a qualified pvp pair of Chunyang and Naihua can still fight, but they can't make any mistakes and are prone to lack of mana. As for Xiao Song's combat power... probably can only choose an impermanence with a single digit multiple of blood volume.

These few chapters of Song of the Old Man in Gushan are very warm, and they won’t be very long, but I want to write them slowly, so it would be nice if time stops :)