Reborn Enemy

Zhou Qiu hurriedly asked: "Why did head Gu say that?"

"I heard that your faction is in trouble. Before I came here, I asked disciple Wan Lai to ask for help. It seems that the other party has agreed, and the Fuxi formation of your faction is isolated from the inside and outside. So the disciple spread the word through the water, and the rescuers must be coming. We just need to stall for time," Gu Pinglin finished speaking, and bowed his hands to everyone, "I wasn't sure whether the request for help would be successful before, so I didn't dare to promise easily, and I hope you will forgive me."

Although everyone didn't know how many reinforcements there were, but thinking that Gu Pinglin, as the head of the Spiritual Heart Sect, was here himself, he would not make fun of his own life. Everyone was overjoyed, and the atmosphere in the hall became much more relaxed.

When Zhou Qiu was about to inquire, another disciple rushed in to report, "It's not good outside!"

"Go and have a look!" Zhou Qiu immediately walked out.

Sure enough, the Fuxi array above the bamboo sea was much dimmer, and the sound of the piano was not as smooth as before. It was clearly that the array was not strong enough, and some people couldn't hold it.

"Elder Tang." Zhou Qiu made a judgment, and the Lingqin flew out of the box. He supported the Qin with one hand, and went up to replace Tang Jian.When Tang met, his face was pale and he was sweating profusely. It was obvious that he had exhausted himself, so Nie Yu helped him to sit beside him to meditate and adjust his breath.

Gu Pinglin raised his face to observe.

The Fuxi Xianwu Eight Diagrams Formation is very powerful. Apart from the person in charge of the formation, the other eight internal alchemy major repairs are the key. The five tones plus the changing Biangong and Bianzheng have a total of seven tones. Every time they are played, one person will have a bye. The flaw of the Fuxi Formation is that the eight people cooperate perfectly, and it changes every time. It is difficult to tell who the flaw is, so no one has been able to crack it so far.

Huge power brings huge consumption, the leader of the formation bears the brunt, and the other eight are not easy, and it is estimated that some people will be unable to support it soon.Although Gu Pinglin and the others present had inner alchemy, but did not practice the way of the piano and sword, there was nothing they could do. Only Nie Yu took the piano and sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and listened, his fingers floated on the strings, trying to cooperate.

Mo Beidou on the opposite side also understood the characteristics of the Fuxi formation, and ordered thousands of demon cultivators to take turns to rest and attack, determined to consume the Guangling faction.

In the early hours of the third day, all attacks suddenly ceased.

Everyone has experienced many battles, they know something is wrong, and they dare not relax at all.

On the opposite side, the Mo Beidou seven appeared before the formation, and Mo Tianshu, the leader, said loudly: "Old man Zhou, you Guangling sect demon master is determined. I advise you to take them away as soon as possible, so as to save the lives of the disciples."

Mo Yu acted insanely, killing and torturing innocent people was common, and it was rare that he was willing to save people's lives.Zhou Qiu looked at the elders and Taoist governors who were struggling to support him, and then at Nie Yu and the others below. He moved his lips, but he couldn't say a word.As the owner of the mountain, if he easily gave up the mountain gate, he would make the Guangling faction a laughing stock. Without a foothold, where would the Guangling faction go?There are rules for cultivating the world, it's not just about grabbing it.

Gu Pinglin thought to himself.

The situation in the Demon Realm is really tense. Master Wei Feng has lost one after another in the battle with Wanfamen. He needs a victory to improve morale. conditions of.

Mo Tianshu urged impatiently: "Yes, or not? Don't blame me for not reminding you, we will definitely win the Guangling faction today, and it will be too late for you to regret it later."

Fuqin's fingers trembled, Zhou Qiu closed his eyes.

The other party said so, there must be a backup, the rescuers don't know when they will arrive, should they stay and gamble, or agree to them?The low-level disciples were sent away, and those who stayed behind were the backbone of the sect. If they could be kept, the hope of Guangling sect's revival would be greatly increased.

"Mountain Lord, don't do it!" an elder gasped and stopped him, tears streaming down his face.

"You can't promise them, Master!" Nie Yu and several senior disciples fell to the ground and cried loudly, "We are all willing to fight to the death!"

……

The Guangling faction burst into weeping, and the rest of the people showed expressions of unbearable expression.

Gu Pinglin didn't seem to hear it, he looked up at the sky, and suddenly said: "Senior Wei Fengshi is here, why don't you show up?"

Silence.

A red cloud appeared over the Bamboo Sea, like blood splashed on the sky, and then slowly blurred to the surroundings, a figure appeared faintly inside.

"Are you that boy Yue Songting's apprentice?" The voice was very strange, it sounded like many people were talking at the same time, there were men and women, some voices were shrill, some voices were hoarse, some seemed to be giggling, mixed Together, it's weird.

Wei Fengshi, the leader who has ruled the Demon Realm for 300 years, is not too much to call Yue Songting a "boy". It is said that his cultivation base has reached the seventh level of the Dan Artistic Realm, and he is the closest great demon cultivator to the Dan God Realm.

Gu Pinglin clasped his hands: "I've heard about you for a long time, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Wei Fengshi laughed, the voice was too noisy, and he couldn't tell whether it was a sneer or a mockery: "Zhou Qiu, I'm already very polite, what do you think? I advise you not to try to delay the time. I won't take such an opportunity. Give it a second time."

Only then did everyone recover from their astonishment.

"Impossible!" A priest of the Guangling sect shouted loudly, "Use whatever skills you have, and see if my Guangling disciples are not afraid!"

Those voices hummed in the air, and a gust of wind blew!

The wind has a color, dark red, like blood mist.

As a sword cultivator, Gu Pinglin immediately discovered that the wind was transformed by sword intent, with a strong evil and fishy smell, and was corrosive. The sword energy of Fuxi's array was gradually melted when it encountered this bloody wind, and appeared in the sky. hollow.

The way of swordsmanship practiced by this person is very strange.Gu Pinglin thought to himself.

Zhou Qiu, who was at the eye of the formation, swayed and stabilized his figure. The sound of the piano suddenly turned sharp, and the murderous aura of the huge sword above his head increased sharply, breaking the bloody wind.

It turns out that this formation can be even stronger.Seeing this, everyone looked even more serious.Master Wei Feng's cultivation is so powerful that he is no less powerful than Mo Beidou and the seven attack at the same time. Even if all of them risk their lives, they may not be able to last for a day.

"If I make a move, how long can you support it?" Wei Feng said.

Including the previous priest, no one spoke.Only Gu Pinglin asked: "Your Excellency, if you come here in person, you won't worry about being taken advantage of by Wan Famen?"

Master Wei Feng said: "Of course I'm ready."

Gu Pinglin said: "That's right, but the news I got is not the case."

"Boy, you are still too immature," Wei Feng said, "You want to procrastinate, and I want to end it as soon as possible."

"I really mean well, Your Excellency, think twice," Gu Pinglin said calmly, "If I dare to come to Guangling Sect at this time, it is doomed for Your Excellency to retreat, do you believe it or not?"

Master Wei Feng was silent for a while, but did not answer him: "Zhou Qiu, let me ask you last, do you agree or not?"

Li Niangu died, many outstanding disciples died in battle, and several Taoist governors were seriously injured. Even if they escaped by chance, the strength of the Guangling Sect would also be greatly damaged, and its decline is doomed.With tears in his eyes, Zhou Qiu finally made a decision. He apologized to Gu Pinglin, "The head of Gu is Gao Yi, but the Guangling faction has failed..."

"No!" Gu Pinglin saw his intention and sternly stopped.

Zhou Qiu had already stopped playing the qin, and looked at Master Wei Feng slumpedly, but was interrupted by Gu Pinglin before he could speak, he was stunned for a moment without reacting.

There was a strange "haha" sound in the air, as if thousands of people were laughing.

A burst of blood attacked Zhou Qiu!

Gu Pinglin couldn't stop it in time, he was in a bad mood.If Wei Fengshi didn't come, Moyu might let everyone go. Since he came in person, he must win beautifully.

The sound of the zither stopped, the fuxi array stopped operating, and the timing of Wei Feng's sneak attack was just right, and no one reacted.

With rich experience, Zhou Qiu plucked the strings subconsciously, and sent out three sword qi to block it, but the difference in cultivation base was too big, so he was shocked and fell down on the spot.

"Master!"

"Hold your position!" Zhou Qiu knew something was wrong, pushed Nie Yu away with all his strength, and flew towards the eye of the formation.

"Kill!" Wei Fengshi ordered.

The eight elders and priests listened to the order to stick to their positions, but there was no one in the formation, how could Master Wei Feng restart the Fuxi formation, and a gust of blood blew towards Zhou Qiu again.With a single mistake, everyone's lives were about to be lost, Zhou Qiu felt remorse in his heart, his eyes were already red, and he rushed towards the blood wind without hesitation!

"Lord of the mountain!"

"Master!"

"Senior Brother Feng!"

A white shadow swept across the sky, knocked Zhou Qiu away, and faced the gust of blood.

It was Feng Ying.

Feng Ying was originally Zhou Qiu's most valued apprentice. He was once trained as the next mountain master and had the deepest relationship with Zhou Qiu. He rushed over after receiving Zhou Caiqin's news. Seeing that Zhou Qiu was in danger, how could he sit idly by.

It turned out that he died here in his previous life.

Gu Pinglin couldn't bear it, but the incident happened suddenly, and everyone couldn't save him in time, Zhou Qiu was terrified and cried out: "My disciple——"

"Junior brother!" Yan Han rushed towards him.

At the very moment, the blood wind suddenly stopped, as if frozen in mid-air for a moment.

This moment was enough for Feng Ying, he quickly moved sideways to avoid it.

Master Wei Feng said "Huh".

Yan Han and Zhou Caiqin arrived one after another, Yan Han pulled Feng Ying aside: "How are you?"

Zhou Qiu took the opportunity to return to the front of the formation, Fuxi formation was reopened, he turned his head and scolded the two of them: "What are you doing back here! Don't stand dirty by the mountain gate, get out!"

Zhou Caiqin said anxiously: "Father, senior brother saved you, you still..."

"I don't need him to save me!" Zhou Qiu said coldly.

Feng Ying pulled Zhou Caiqin and Nie Yu away, and said respectfully: "We will leave immediately when the Guangling faction is fine. No matter what the mountain master says, we will not leave now."

Although he looks elegant, his words are loud and loud, the abandoned disciple risked his life to come back to save his family, no matter how shameful the people are for his relationship with Yan Han, they are speechless at this moment.

Knowing his apprentice's temperament, Zhou Qiu let out a long sigh and didn't speak any more.

All the Guangling disciples were overjoyed, Yan Han and Feng Ying were highly valued in the past, they must have learned the formation of the guards, with them taking turns to replace the formations, they will be able to support them for a few more days.

"Someone is coming!" a Danmen Daxiu shouted.

In the distance, a large group of people came with their swords. The person at the head was full of arrogance and stepped on the spirit sword. It was Yang Zhao, the direct disciple of Yu Wuxue, the lord of Feijian Palace. Behind him stood a woman who had grown up with Zhou Caiqin. It is exactly the same, it is Zhou Qiu's eldest daughter Zhou Caige.

"Father!" Zhou Caige shouted, "The senior brothers from Feijian Palace and Guilingzong are here!"

It turned out that people from Feijian Palace and Guilingzong happened to be out on a mission. Zhou Caige and a group of low-level disciples fled to ask for help. They met them on the way. The leader of Feijian Palace happened to be Yang Zhao. After hearing the reason, he immediately agreed.As a big sect, Gui Lingzong naturally couldn't lag behind, because they arrived halfway, the time was much earlier.

Yang Zhao raised his hand towards Zhou Qiu, and proudly said: "Master Zhou, don't worry, we will keep the Guangling faction safe."

Zhou Qiu hurriedly said, "Just now, I would like to thank my nephew for making a move."

Yang Zhao was taken aback: "Just now?"

"Not you?" Zhou Qiu was surprised.

The red clouds in the mid-air slowly fluttered, Wei Fengshi's shadow was looming, and the strange voice also sank: "It's you."

"Unfortunately, I took over a business recently, I hope your Excellency will understand." Qingyue's voice was magnetic, gentle and polite.

In an instant, there were beeps all around.

The sound of swords.

all swords.

Whether it is the sword cultivator of the Guangling School or the sword cultivator of the Demon Realm, they all found that their spirit sword had manifested uncontrollably, making a low chirping sound.

Hundreds of spirit swords blared together!

The airflow in the nearby air seems to be distorted, splitting into a pair of clear swords, and a person standing in it seems to be cut into pieces at any time.

In the center of the Qi sword, a man in white appeared.

As if stepping out of the void, the tall and slender figure gradually became clear, with slanted eyebrows, narrow eyes, tall nose, half-curved lips, white cloak trimmed with fox fur, and a belt embroidered with golden peonies , with a gorgeous spirit sword at his waist, and a piece of magnificent purple jade embedded in the silver-white sword grid.

With a smile on his brows and eyes, his steps are calm, like a son of a family traveling abroad, or like an elegant hermit living in the mountains.

The sound of the sword was even louder.