[Transmigration Book] The male protagonist is practicing

Should not be.

Lou Lingfeng was in a strong shock, and then tried his best to calm himself down.

If Ling Yi was dead, his own life would not last long, but apart from not being able to feel the connection with the sword art, there was nothing unusual, Ling Yi must still be alive somewhere.

The situation that can isolate the fetters between sword arts is that the opponent is not in the same plane as oneself.

It is impossible for Ling Yi to ascend suddenly, so the only possibility is that he was locked in the space gap by the Immortal Muyang in front of him.

Thinking of the scene where he was once locked in the gap in space, Lou Lingfeng felt terrified for a while, he couldn't imagine how much pain Ling Yi was suffering at this moment.

His eyes darkened, Lou Lingfeng said, "Where's Ling Yi?"

"Ling Yi?" Immortal Muyang smiled confidently: "He is nearby, but you can't see him."

The prediction in his heart came true, Lou Lingfeng's tone was flat but he could not refuse: "Release him from the shackles of space."

Immortal Muyang raised his eyebrows and didn't reply, and after a while he smiled and replied: "Okay."

Seeing that he nodded, Lou Lingfeng was also very straightforward: "Tell me your conditions."

"Give me the Chunyang sword." Immortal Muyang spread his hands, his old face full of smiles.

With Ling Yi in his hands, Immortal Muyang has full confidence in not being afraid that he will disagree.These two have always been together, and the friendship between brothers must be extraordinary.A good brother's life is exchanged for a sword, presumably he will weigh the pros and cons.

Lou Lingfeng hesitated for a moment, and said, "What if I say no?"

"I know you won't refuse. You are a genius, and I don't want to see a genius die in my hands."

It would be good if you don't have to tear your face. It will take a lot of effort to kill the owner of the Chunyang Sword here, and the violent fluctuations will probably attract the celestial beings of the Baichuan Sect.The probability of escaping after consuming too much qi is not high, and Immortal Muyang is very clear about the situation.

"Oh?" Lou Lingfeng squinted nonchalantly, "I killed your apprentice, so you're not going to ask for my life?"

When Fu Qingchen was mentioned, Immortal Muyang was taken aback for a moment, and then he returned to normal in an instant, but the hands hidden in the wide sleeves were tightly squeezed together.

"Hey, if I wanted to kill you, would you still obediently give me the Chunyang sword?" Immortal Muyang shook his head, the grief on his face was fleeting, and he drew a smile: "I also have my own difficulties , Chunyang Sword has a special meaning to me. I told Ling Yi everything just now, if you agree to my request, I will let you meet again, my sympathy for you I will also know that if I can't, then I have no choice but to..."

The threatening words did not continue, but Lou Lingfeng understood it.

"Okay, I'll give it to you."

The crisp words made Ling Yi, who was standing in mid-air, stop breathing for a moment.

Looking nervously at the situation outside, Immortal Muyang directly stated his purpose. Ling Yi thought that Lou Lingfeng would refuse, but he didn't expect him to agree so simply.

Didn't you once say that you would protect that sword with your life?

Hanging in his heart was an indescribable emotion, Ling Yi stared at Lou Lingfeng calmly handing the Chunyang Sword to Immortal Muyang.

Full of doubts and questioning turned into an expression of disbelief, Ling Yi shook his head slowly, he never expected Lou Lingfeng to make such a decision.

But immediately Ling Yi felt relieved.

He remembered that Lou Lingfeng was injured by the sword energy back then, so he had no choice but to use the dead horse as a living horse to heal "Chunyang Sword Art".

Not the owner of the Chunyang Sword, when touching the blade, the Excalibur did not emit a violent and wounding sword energy to resist, which is really unimaginable.

Unless that sword is not the real Pure Yang Sword.

If it is not true, then it is false.

Thinking of this, Ling Yi felt at ease, and continued to watch the development of the situation.

Immortal Muyang's face was full of ecstasy, mottled gray thick tendons protruding from his hands, and those vicissitudes of hands gently wiped the scabbard of Chunyang Sword.

"Can you return Ling Yi to me now?" Lou Lingfeng said calmly with no abnormality in his eyes.

The movement of his hands didn't stop, and Immortal Muyang's hands trembled slightly, with one point of admiration and one point of surprise on his face, and the rest was all greed.He seemed deaf to the fact that someone was talking beside him.

Immortal Muyang pulled out the pure Yang sword from its scabbard for a while, and saw a flash of cold light in an instant, and looked carefully for a while, as if he was distinguishing the authenticity of the divine sword.

Lou Lingfeng suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and waited quietly for a while. After Immortal Muyang calmed down a little, he said again: "Have you touched enough? Where's Ling Yi?"

Immortal Muyang seemed to confirm that the Chunyang sword was real, fearing that the other party would go back on his word, he quickly threw the sword into the storage ring, and then laughed: "Ha ha."

Lou Lingfeng frowned and said, "I gave you the sword too, it's time to fulfill your promise."

"Promise? What promise?" Immortal Muyang's face changed, and he instantly recovered the cold feeling before: "Have I made any promises to you?"

"You..." Lou Lingfeng's face darkened.

I knew this old fox would regret it.

"Your guess was right." Immortal Muyang exuded a cold aura all over his body: "Ling Yi was indeed locked in the space gap by me, and I also said that he is nearby, but you see It's just gone."

"Stop talking nonsense." Lou Lingfeng's face was very ugly.

"This is not nonsense, I'm just reminding you where Ling Yi is."

Frowning tightly, Lou Lingfeng sighed: "I didn't expect that the highly respected Muyang Immortal of the Wanmu School would deceive me, a junior of the Jindan period... But forget it, the space shackles are not a big problem, I can only beg the suzerain to release Ling Yi—I hope he will help me because I was once a disciple of the Baichuan sect."

"Sect Master?" Immortal Muyang said with a smug expression on his face, "Do you think this is a crack in space that I tore open casually? I spent a lot of true energy in order to impose this space shackle."

"What do you mean?" Lou Lingfeng's eyes froze.

"Haha!" Immortal Muyang laughed twice: "Don't you already understand in your heart? Bai Yi is capable of breaking through my space shackles, but my accomplishments on the space road are not in vain. He It would take at least five hours to rescue Ling Yi, and by then Ling Yi would have suffered a thousand kinds of torture and died in pain!"

Lou Lingfeng felt that the breath in the air seemed to freeze in an instant, and he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.

No, what bullshit torture, nothing at all, Ling Yi yelled at Lou Lingfeng in a panic, but no matter how much he yelled, the other party couldn't hear him at all.

"Say it again." There was complete coldness in the voice.

Immortal Muyang held his head proudly:

"It's impossible for Bai Yi to come here. You killed my apprentice Fu Qingchen. Do you think I'll let you go so easily? Now that I have the Pure Yang Sword, you don't have the Pure Yang Sword. It’s just an ordinary immortal cultivator at the golden core stage. If you want to take your life and be buried with my apprentice, isn’t that a trivial matter?”

"Do you want to take the lives of Ling Yi and me to be buried with Fu Qingchen?" Lou Lingfeng's eyes darkened, and his mood became unstable: "What is he? If you kill him, you kill him!"

"Good boy." Immortal Muyang smiled instead of anger, "I'm here to take your life right now!"

Don't be impulsive!

Ling Yi yelled, but he could only be anxious in mid-air.

He didn't know what the torture was, but at least he was safe and sound until now, but if Lou Lingfeng and Immortal Muyang had a conflict, he didn't know how to get out.

"Should die!" Immortal Muyang rushed over with a sinister smile after saying this.

Lou Lingfeng lost his composure, and he drew out the real Chunyang sword with his backhand to block the incoming attack.

The pure yang energy lingered on the blade, and the pure yang energy in Lou Lingfeng's body surged in an instant, and a violent deterrent force suddenly dispersed.

The domineering aura scattered in the air without hindrance, clamoring and spreading continuously, raging wildly as if to fill up everything around.

"What!?" Immortal Muyang's eyes widened, and then he realized: "You, the Chunyang sword you gave me is fake!"

"That's right, it's fake." Lou Lingfeng raised his chin and gave a ostentatious smile: "I'm not as good as you in terms of realm, but you've already consumed too much qi before, but I have the Ancient Excalibur Make weapons—how about we compare and match?"

The words have been spoken, and now there is no way out, the Immortal Muyang made up his mind, saying that if he kills this person immediately, he can also get the real Chunyang Sword.

"How dare you lie to me!" Immortal Muyang said viciously.

"Did you not deceive me just now? I just returned a small gift."

"You must die today!" Immortal Muyang roared, then quickly took a few steps back, took out a elixir to restore true energy from his bosom, threw it into his mouth, and swallowed it with a movement of his throat.

"Why, are you afraid?" The aura surrounding his body was domineering and fierce, Lou Lingfeng was disturbed by the fact that Ling Yi was on the verge of death at this moment, and the word "calm" had long been forgotten by him.

"Let them play with you first."

Immortal Muyang snapped his fingers, and saw that the dull eyes of the dozens of Immortal Cultivators of Wanmu Sect guarding Immortal Baiwen all flashed, and then they all rushed over.

Taking out their magic weapons, the methods of the dozen or so cultivators were fatal, and they were merciless in their strikes.

With a wave of the thick sword in his hand, as the sound of "ding ding ding" contacting the sword continued to resound, those magic weapons were bounced off, and Lou Lingfeng easily pushed back those cultivators.

But the dozen or so immortal cultivators charged up again.

Being repelled again, rushing up again, and so on, without any regard for their own lives, the dozen or so immortal cultivators were not afraid of death, and kept attacking Lou Lingfeng.

"Tsk." Lou Lingfeng frowned.

By appearance, they were all ordinary disciples of the Wanmu Sect, so he didn't want to deal ruthless blows to these people.

"Haha! Kill him!" Immortal Muyang, who was standing in the distance, showed a crazy look on his face when he saw the other party showing mercy.

A dozen or so immortal cultivators were ordered to act like puppets tied by strings, and their respective attacks became vicious one after another.

Surrounded by these people, Lou Lingfeng became more difficult to swing his sword. If he wanted to protect himself without hurting them, he had to repel them.

But these people seem to have no self-awareness, and they don't care whether they will be injured by the Chunyang sword. After being repelled, they just rushed forward again numbly.

Staring closely at the scene in front of him, Immortal Muyang began to mutter words.

Ling Yi, who was in the space gap in mid-air, was nervously watching the fight below, when suddenly the heart-piercing pain came from his heart.

The pain was full of tearing sensation, and spread to all limbs and bones in an instant.

Limbs were suddenly sore and weak, Ling Yi clutched his chest in discomfort, and fell down under the exhaustion.

His whole body seemed to be sliced ​​by a knife, and Ling Yi couldn't help but let out a miserable scream.This kind of pain is thousands of times stronger than being whipped by Cheng Yu before.

Immortal Muyang raised his eyes and saw Ling Yi's painful appearance, his eyes showed incomparable joy, and the corner of his mouth smiled unconsciously, that smile was very strange.

"What are you laughing at!?" Lou Lingfeng knocked away several immortal cultivators again, and saw the abnormality on the face of Immortal Muyang.

"Haha!" Immortal Muyang laughed loudly: "Ling Yi is suffering from Ling Chi now!"

After finishing speaking, with a wave of his hand, the scene of Ling Yi in mid-air at this moment appeared instantly, and his appearance of struggling on the ground fell into his eyes, and Lou Lingfeng's face was distorted a bit.

"If you don't want to see him in such pain, give me the real Chunyang sword!" Immortal Muyang smiled wildly: "I can show mercy and send you both a whole corpse!"

"you!"

Lou Lingfeng couldn't bear to take another look at the miserable scene in mid-air, his eyes were red, and he lost his mind under the shock.

Ling Yi's miserable cry kept coming to his ears, the cry was very helpless, blue veins popped in Lou Lingfeng's right hand holding the Chunyang Sword, and his mind lost control in an instant.

The dark eyes were filled with a blood-red cold light, Lou Lingfeng stopped dodging, and slashed down on the Immortal Cultivator who charged up.

Blood splattered.

There was no sound of screams, no expression of panic, the immortal cultivator remained expressionless, but the breath of life left his body in an instant.Unable to support his body and continue to attack, the immortal cultivator fell straight to the ground.

The rest of the cultivators waved their magic weapons numbly as if they hadn't seen the death of their companions, launching a new round of offensive.

The Chunyang Sword kept slashing across the air, its fierce aura was covered by the smell of fresh blood, and the thick sword was dyed bright red.

There was blood splattered on his cheeks, Lou Lingfeng seemed to have never heard of it, he mechanically swung the Chunyang sword, beheading all the cultivators who rushed towards him under the sword.

The strength under the rage is as irresistible as a flood. None of the more than a dozen ordinary Wanmu Sect disciples can stop Lou Lingfeng from killing, but under the order of Immortal Muyang, they can't even protect themselves. However, he could only rush up and attack again and again in vain.

Without the power to resist, the lives of more than a dozen immortal cultivators passed away one by one.The blood spurted from the burst blood vessels of those immortal cultivators scattered in mid-air, splashing on Lou Lingfeng's body, face, and hair, dyeing his white clothes red, like wearing a suit stained with countless grievances. The bloody coat is average.

After beheading the last person, the corpses of more than a dozen immortal cultivators were scattered on the ground. Lou Lingfeng stood in the middle of the corpses, his frosty expression was in great contrast to his blood-stained blood coat.

Lou Lingfeng moved his head slowly, his eyes scanned the corpse, and a cold smile was drawn on his lips, he proudly

Standing there, the whole body's breath is cold, like Shura crawling out of the abyss of hell.

Immortal Muyang saw all the disciples of his sect die tragically, but he smiled treacherously: "You did well, Lou Lingfeng."

During the period of being entangled by these dozen or so disciples, his true energy must have been consumed a lot, but he took advantage of this opportunity to recover a lot, Immortal Muyang secretly said, just because you are only at the golden core stage Even with the Chunyang sword in hand, the little doll is still doomed!

Lou Lingfeng's black eyes moved, and the blood in them gradually faded away.Holding the sword in his hand, he walked slowly towards Immortal Muyang step by step.

Immortal Muyang didn't panic either, with a smile on his face, he looked confident.His gaze was locked on the ancient divine sword held in the hands of the person who walked over, and his gaze was filled with endless greed.

"You are very confident." Lou Lingfeng uttered a word lightly, and stood still in front of Immortal Muyang.

His whole body was splattered with blood, and the aura on Lou Lingfeng's body could not help but gradually become decadent, making him look like a survivor who crawled out of the pile of corpses not long ago.

"When you are about to die, you still..." Immortal Muyang said arrogantly, but only halfway through the words, his eyes widened in horror.

Knife up and down.

Immortal Muyang, with a face full of disbelief, watched helplessly as his head, which had been separated from his body, fell little by little, his eyes gliding over his chest, legs and feet, and finally jumped a few times on the ground, silently into the boundless darkness.

Immortal Muyang didn't understand why his life was lost in the hands of an immortal cultivator who only had the golden core stage.

The blood sprayed out was like a powerful water column, gushing out all at once, and stained Lou Lingfeng's expressionless cheek.

Immortal Muyang's body lost everything it supported, and his voice gradually faded away. With the blood gushing out continuously, the headless body stopped moving and fell sideways on the ground.

Lou Lingfeng stopped looking at Immortal Muyang, turned around and searched in mid-air, and only after his sight touched Ling Yi, a gleam of expression appeared in his dark pupils.

Ling Yi was still struggling on the ground at this time, he felt that his whole body was immersed in the abyss of pain, and every part of his body was suffering from the most severe Ling Chi all the time.

His voice was already hoarse, and his lips parted subconsciously, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Ling Yi." The familiar voice came to his ears, slightly awakening his long-lost sanity.

Looking up with difficulty, Ling Yi's brown pupils dilated slightly, reflecting a figure covered in blood.

"Don't worry, draw the extreme yin energy out of the dantian." Suppressing the trembling in his voice, Lou Lingfeng tried his best to calm down his voice: "I know you can do it."

At that time, he was suddenly swallowed by the endless Ling Chi, Ling Yi couldn't lift his limbs and bones, and he forgot to resist and resist in the erosion of pain.

Biting his lower lip tightly, Ling Yi lay in mid-air, his hair was disheveled, and his forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

He forcibly extracted a sliver of his sanity, probed it into his dantian, and slowly guided the extreme yin force out according to the method Lou Lingfeng said, allowing it to flow in the meridians little by little.

While resisting the pain, reassuring words kept coming from his ears.

"Do not worry."

"slower."

"Don't hurt yourself."

While talking, Lou Lingfeng's words changed, and his voice became depressed.

"sorry."

"I shouldn't have let you come here alone."

"Sorry, I didn't protect you well."

The gentle extreme yin force warms and nourishes the meridians, like a light breeze blowing across the water, Ling Yi feels the pain in his body is continuously relieving, and can't help but separate his mind to think about the voice in his ear.

What are you talking about.What sorry.It was me who was too stupid and self-righteous, overconfident and unguarded.

You don't have to apologize to me.

But his dry throat has long been hoarse, and he can't make any sound.

The figure reflected in the pupils showed a trace of sadness, the man's eyes were half downcast, his body was covered with blood stains, it seemed that people felt a little pity for him.

Strength gradually poured into his body, Ling Yi wanted to comfort him, he scratched in mid-air with his right hand, his five fingers were bent, but his white and slender fingers didn't grab anything.

Ling Yi stretched out his hand, felt his fingers become a little more flexible, and then groped in the direction of Lou Lingfeng, but he was blocked on the way, and he couldn't go any further.

It is the gap between different spaces.

Put your hand on the invisible membrane wall, and spread your palm as a silent invitation.

Lou Lingfeng raised his eyes slightly, and the focus of his sight was on Ling Yi's hand, showing a slightly bitter silent smile, and also sent his own hand over.

He couldn't touch the temperature of the opponent's palm, but the two hands overlapped.

The staggering in space made it impossible for the two to intertwine their fingers, but it was enough if they could be stacked together.

Although we can't touch them, our hearts are tightly bound together.