Changfeng crosses Baishi

To the south of Xigu Mountain, the excessive yin energy in the woods in the valley seemed to be swept away by the sudden sword intent.

Together with the fire, what rushed to the surroundings was the rapidly transpiring high temperature. Xiao Baishi's forehead was covered with sweat, and he woke up from a short coma.

Xiao Baishi's consciousness was hazy, and his chest was in pain from the force of the red flame from Shen Yizhou.He lay on Muhe's back, opened his eyes with difficulty, what he saw in front of him made him forget where he was in an instant.

Might it be the same with the incarnation of the gods?

Swords, and fire, and the sun suddenly flourishing, and...

Should be windy.

The sword intent swept all the sunlight and flowing clouds, and the leaves reversed the falling direction and wandered in mid-air.The temperature was too high, Ying Changfeng seemed to be ignited, and seemed to be surrounded by sparks, his white shirt was completely submerged in red color, but he looked so dazzling and fiery, as if he could dominate this world.

"Take it!" Ying Changfeng let out a light slap, and the sword finger came out immediately.

Yuan Shandai paused in the air, standing between Ying Changfeng and Shen Yizhou, covering half of Ying Changfeng's face.His eyes are indescribably cold, and the high temperature around him are like two worlds.

With a flash in his eyes, the boundless sword intent cultivated during the ebb and flow of the East China Sea undisguisedly rolled up the water vapor in the sky, and then turned into a barrier of frost, sweeping towards the surrounding Martian flames with great momentum.

When ice and fire collided, a white mist evaporated instantly.

Deep in the woods, the jackdaw suddenly soared into the sky, amidst the chirping sound, the sword intent suddenly changed, and several tangible sword auras solidified, protecting Ying Changfeng's side.Several practitioners couldn't bear the sword cultivator's fury, so they couldn't help taking a step back, holding on to their magic weapons, hoping to protect themselves from Ying Changfeng's blow.

"Presumptuous!" Shen Yizhou yelled angrily, and after the whisk came out, he did not forget to maintain his identity and said, "Ying Changfeng, you are a disciple of Dongming Temple, why are you facing each other with swords and swords against the people of the Heaven and Earth Alliance now!?"

Ying Changfeng seemed to have listened to these words, and knew that the person in front of him was his elder.He vaguely felt that it was really not good. The sword energy was two points weak, and his voice came to the opponent's ear in a low voice: "The Heaven and Earth Alliance persecuted innocent lives and caused disputes. Today, you hurt people first, and you dare to ask me why I used the sword?"

A few feet away behind him, Mu He had a complicated expression, and whispered to Xiao Baishi, "What does he mean? Protect us?"

"Maybe...well, I don't know." Xiao Baishi said, wanting to laugh a little, "Don't worry about him, brother, I'm fine, you let me go."

Mu He was still worried, and supported Xiao Baishi to lean against a tree, his eyes still glued to Ying Changfeng.

He really couldn't see through this man.

If Ying Changfeng is the number one sword cultivator of Dongming Temple who hates evil like hatred, the one who hates the most is the bastard of the world of mortals. At this time, it is difficult to draw the sword, but he points at other practitioners who are also of the Tao of Qingxin; A little bit of a good face, involving the death of Cuiwei Mountain disciples was framed a few days ago, but now he speaks for them...?

Obviously, he could follow Shen Yizhou and leave, why didn't he leave?

With his martial arteries sealed, how could he return to normal so quickly?

He... what was Ying Changfeng thinking?

A short distance away, Shen Yizhou was stunned for a moment when he heard Ying Changfeng's rebellious words, and then immediately became angry.

The whisk rolled up a burst of sparks, and several red flames spurted away.

It's a pity that the long sword—Yuan Shandai—was like Ying Changfeng's second spiritual consciousness, before Ying Changfeng could make a move, it was unsheathed three inches, and the sword intent like frost and snow filled the whole field.The black sword body made of black iron absorbed all the spiritual power, and the flame pattern on the scabbard became brighter, almost competing with the sun and the moon, standing proudly.

"What's going on!" A monk of the Heaven and Earth Alliance shouted in panic, "What kind of demonic method is this!"

"What?" Ying Changfeng snorted softly with a half-smile, "Anything that your brains can't understand is demon magic?"

After he finished speaking, he pressed his sword finger, and Yuan Shandai fell to the ground steadily, with a bang resounding through the forest.

The sound continued, and the golden light woven spells densely climbed up from the bottom where Yuan Shandai touched the ground.Dozens of phantoms of long swords mixed with spells, spiritual power and sword energy spread out in all directions like an airtight net.

Shen Yizhou disdainfully said: "Small tricks!"

The spiritual power gathered in his hands, as if he wanted to smash the sword array in front of him to pieces!

A practitioner tremblingly said: "It's the Lihuo Sword Formation... Reverend Shen, don't force your way!"

Hearing that Shen Yizhou's movements stopped, but his spiritual power was not absorbed.

Of course he had heard about the power of the Lihuo Sword Formation.

Lihuo Sword Formation and Buliuxing Sword are the two untold secrets of Lihuo Sword Sect, among which Buliuxing Sword is not too mysterious now.But in the Central Plains, only those who fought together in the sword array saw Ying Changfeng open it once, let alone try to break it—Shen Yizhou didn't know whether Ying Changfeng's move was false or real, and he deliberately tested the other party in his heart.

Chi Yan rushed towards the sword array.

The wind picked up again, and the leaves fluttered. Two strands of sword energy around Yuan Shandai suddenly bypassed the barrier. Ying Changfeng's eyes froze, and the sword energy suddenly changed and intertwined, blocking the spiritual power out.

Unexpectedly, there was no attack power, Shen Yizhou's heart sank and suppressed his evil spirit, and he snorted coldly: "It seems that you don't want to do anything, why do you do this to people from the same sect?"

"You guys moved Yuan Shandai without authorization." Ying Changfeng said, "This is my answer."

As soon as the words fell, the sword finger curled up a sharp blade made of light and slashed across the air to the ground in front of him, with a three-inch depression, drawing a long boundary.Yuan Shandai seemed to have sensed something, and made a crisp "ding" sound, and stood above the boundary.

Shen Yizhou's face became even darker, and the female disciple who revealed Ying Changfeng's identity at the side couldn't sit still: "Senior brother, don't be impulsive! Do you remember me...I am Ye Fangping!"

Ying Changfeng glanced at her indifferently, his eyes were full of strangeness.

The situation was deadlocked for a while.

Suddenly there was a short and fat monk in the Heaven and Earth League with a sinister smile and said: "Master Shen! I think that the senior disciples of Leader Yue were probably bewitched by Xiao Heyan in Cuiwei Mountain in the past few years, and now they only turn to him, and they still want to fight with Dong Mingguan." Clear the boundaries'. The rumors are true, Xiao Heyan's methods are really clever..."

"You fart!" Ye Fangping yelled angrily, "Duan Zhenren, this is Dongmingguan's internal affairs, what's the matter with you?"

The monk named Duan Sanshui didn't restrain himself at all: "To be honest, everyone knows where the world of mortals is. He Xiao Heyan dared to kidnap Ying Changfeng to become a 'Mrs. —Who heard it back then and didn’t complain about Mr. Ying, it’s a pity..."

"Duan Sanshui!"

"It's a pity, everyone's kindness has been treated as a donkey's liver and lungs! Now, Ying Changfeng is afraid that he will not be happy in Cuiwei Mountain, and he will not even give up his sect. Haha! Even the world's number one swordsman has been taken by Xiao Heyan—"

He spoke presumptuously, and there was even an awkward silence when he snapped his mouth shut.

Then, Duan Sanshui let out an inhuman scream.

"--my leg!"

The bloody smell spread, Duan Sanshui rolled on the ground and howled non-stop, covering his right ankle cut off by the sword energy in vain, and several people beside him rushed over to stop the bleeding in a mess.

The sword energy was not extinguished, and gathered in the air again, pointing at Duan Sanshui's neck.

No one noticed when the sword energy approached!

Facing Shen Yizhou, Ying Changfeng's face was still as calm as water. He restrained his hostility and said, "Martial nephew, you have something to hide. In a few days, go and apologize to the brother in charge. Today you hurt this fellow Taoist, I I will tell him the truth, if you don’t want to die, you’d better find a few more excuses.”

After saying that, he raised one hand, and injected a burst of spiritual power into Duan Sanshui's wound, stopping his howling.

The tense atmosphere suddenly dissipated, and Yuan Shandai didn't feel the threat, and the unsheathed sharp blade returned to the scabbard.The flickering pattern gradually dimmed, and Yuan Shandai stuck herself next to Ying Changfeng, as quiet as an ordinary saber.

Ying Changfeng grabbed the hilt of the sword with his backhand.

Spiritual power continuously flowed into the martial vein of his right hand, racing against time to repair the damage.He held on for a breath, and then let go of his strength, silently relieving the slightly sweet smell of blood in his throat.

If it wasn't for Yuan Shandai's return in time, she forced out of the Lihuo Sword Formation just now, and now the old injury is regurgitating, and Ying Changfeng would have to let Ying Changfeng's legs go weak on the spot.

Still too impatient.

The clouds once again covered the sky and the sun, and the woods were once again surrounded by a gloomy atmosphere.

Everyone in the Tiandimeng surrounded Duan San's wound and had no intention of entangled with them, Ying Changfeng held Yuan Shandai tightly, and his waist "blowing the moon" swayed with the wind.Just escaped a catastrophe, not far behind, Xiao Baishi yelled softly.

"Chang Feng?" Only the two of them could hear his voice, "Are you okay?"

Ying Changfeng was about to answer to reassure Xiao Baishi, when suddenly his murderous intent rose again.

The sword intent around him has not disappeared, he hastily turned around and raised Yuan Shandai to block——

"Zheng"!

Metal collided, and the confrontation of spiritual power made this crisp sound almost spread for hundreds of miles.

It was actually the masked man who had hidden his figure before.

Ying Changfeng was only stunned for a moment, turned around indiscriminately and withdrew three feet before slashing at the person in front of him with his sword.The other party was obviously a sword cultivator, his whole body was tightly wrapped in black clothes, and even his eyes were too long to block the light from them. He was not afraid of Ying Changfeng's sword, and leaned forward.

The two had already exchanged several rounds, Ying Changfeng didn't understand the intention of the masked man but he didn't relax at all.Realizing that the other party was not just "comparing with him", the sword turned, and the killing intent poured out immediately.

As sword cultivators, within a hundred moves, there is a winner or loser.

Although Ying Changfeng has Yuan Shandai's support, after all, the Wumai reopened after eight years, and his spiritual consciousness was stagnated everywhere with old wounds. After the first few swords that showed his sharpness, he was a little overwhelmed.

As if the opponent had seen through that he couldn't bear it, he attacked with unrelenting strength.But his every move can't see the rules, and he vaguely absorbed the strengths of hundreds of schools, so it is inevitable that he is a bit chaotic, so he can only rely on his rich cultivation to forcibly oppress Ying Changfeng.

Ying Changfeng's swordsmanship was so light and agile that he lacked spiritual power, he paused for a moment, turned around and directly used the Buliuxing sword!

The first type, "Smoke Willow".

When the swords collided with each other, Ying Changfeng heard the masked man snort suspiciously, and then seemed to laugh.He was wondering why there was a strange familiarity, when he was distracted, the sword was suddenly half a beat slower.

But the Buliuxing Sword was written in his memory, and it was still unstoppable——

The second type, "Frost Wind".

The moment he dodged the fine sword intent, the masked man lost his footsteps.

He had already judged the outcome in his heart, and Ying Changfeng was about to take advantage of the situation to perform the third pose, but the unsatisfactory martial arteries in his left ribs suddenly diverted, causing the inner palace to feel extremely painful, and his whole body suddenly became weak.

Ying Changfeng snorted, gritted his teeth and forced himself to move forward a few inches, his mouth was already filled with blood.

Now that life and death are at stake, how could the masked man miss his chance?A trace of red flashed in his eyes, and the long sword stabbed at Ying Changfeng's weakest point like a gust of lightning!

The shadow of the tree swayed, the masked man's sword was only an inch away from Ying Changfeng, but he found that he couldn't move suddenly——

"withdraw!"

Although Xiao Baishi's voice was small, there was no doubt about it. He didn't know when he used his newly injured soul to drive a tall banyan tree beside him, and the roots were clenched together, which had already pulled him.

His spiritual power was draining, as if he was also driven by Xiao Baishi.

Realizing this, the masked man made a decisive decision, withdrew his sword and slashed at the roots of the banyan tree wrapped around his legs.Immediately afterwards, he turned around and jumped several feet away, his figure flickered, and he disappeared on the spot.

The members of the Tiandimeng had already retreated from the woods when Ying Changfeng was fighting with the masked man. At this moment, Yuan Shandai's buzzing stopped temporarily, and there was no aura of practitioners around, finally got a moment of respite.

In the woods, the knees of the sword-wielding man suddenly softened and he fell to the ground.

Ying Changfeng's body swayed for a moment, he couldn't help vomiting a pool of bright red blood, and then fell forward.

"...Ying Changfeng!"