refuse to be a teacher

At that time, Xue Lan felt that Yan Jue might collapse on the spot.

The Fengaisu sword is the only proof that Qin is still alive.

Qin Huan was obsessed with wandering all his life, and he preferred to go alone from beginning to end, so he had no wife or children around him, and there were only two apprentices under his sect.

The two apprentices have very different personalities, although one is righteous and awe-inspiring, and the other is destructive and deviant.But without exception, they have always treated their master with care and respect, respect and love.

Now that the Feng Aisu sword was burnt to a puddle of ashes in an instant by a fire, Xue Lanyin could imagine what kind of mood Yan Jue was in at the moment.

However, he couldn't wait for Yan Jue to really collapse, and the fire in the room didn't even show any sign of weakening, so he heard Cheng Bi's voice outside, and suddenly shouted inside: "Uncle...uncle!"

Cheng Bi rolled in almost all the way while leaning on the wall. The black smoke billowed in the inner room, which soon made his throat hoarse and weak: "Master, the situation outside seems... a bit strange!"

Yan Jue didn't say a word, but hurriedly lowered his head to pick up the debris that fell from the wooden sword.Xue Lan heard it clearly, so she hurriedly turned around and said, "What's the matter... what's the matter?"

Before the words were finished, half of the wooden beam above the head suddenly fell, and there was an earth-shattering roar in an instant.Cheng Bi stepped back with his back against the carved window, choked on thick smoke, and coughed until his whole body trembled.

Before he could say a word, the door, which was as fragile as thin paper, had been forcibly broken open from the outside, and a large number of ferocious figures rushed in, encircling the chaotic inner room in a short time .

Because Xue Lan's eyes froze, she immediately supported Yan Jue and retreated a distance.When he raised his eyes again, he saw more than a dozen people in front of him, almost everyone had a knife in their hands, and the fierce blade was all the more dazzling on the edge of the endless fire.

——If it is just ordinary people with ordinary identities, it is impossible to produce a large number of knives for private fighting in a short period of time.

Xue Lanyin's head was spinning rapidly.But before he could utter all these thoughts, Yan Jue had gradually regained his composure, and said to him suddenly: "Don't guess, it's someone from Zhufengmen."

"...Wen Pianhong?"

"Mostly."

Yan Jue stretched out his hand and tore off the thick coat soaked in snow water above his head, and then carefully incorporated the broken fragments of the Feng Aisu sword into it bit by bit, wrapping it tightly and tightly.

Xue Lan rarely saw Yan Jue so flustered and lost his composure.This time, I'm afraid it's really sad.

To Yan Jue, the Feng Ai Su sword is the relic of his teacher's death.Back then, even if he took his own life as the final gamble, he still wanted to save Qin Huan's incomplete soul—now he tried his best to rediscover his soul in June, relying on the broken sword in front of him as a support.

But according to the current situation, they didn't even have time to take any remedial measures. A new round of huge storm that was closer to destruction had already rushed towards them with great fanfare amidst the darkness.

There is no need to think about it at all, the local "common people" who broke into Changxingju and caused trouble this time, at least half of them are chess pieces and tools sent by Zhufengmen to the southeast area, which are widely used.

The way they pretend to be mobs is very simple—it is nothing more than killing people and stealing their skins. When the rest of the people fail to pay attention, they wantonly spread rumors that can cause panic and even anger among the people.

Therefore, it is easy to push Chang Xingju to the highest point where everyone despises and criticizes.By this time, the primary goal that he Wen Pianhong needed to achieve was accomplished quickly and effortlessly with the help of others.

Before the superior takes power, remove all hostile forces that may develop into obstacles in front of you.

His move is really brilliant.At the same time, Xue Lan's peaceful life, which had been recovered with great difficulty, was completely overwhelmed and smashed into a mess.

At that time, Cheng Bi was standing on the edge of the carved window, and there was no room for resistance.He had never practiced any spells for self-defense, so at the moment when the crowds swarmed over, he was like a little squirrel squirming in the corner, and it didn't take long before he was quickly rushed into the crowd. The shadows of swords, lights and swords on the road squeezed behind the densely packed crowd, and were finally annihilated by successive huge figures, gradually disappearing from sight.

There were so many and complicated people around, and Xue Lan kept trying to back up on the way because she stretched out her arms to hold Yan Hao.But the right room of the sword-suppressing platform was actually very narrow and crowded, the two of them quickly reached the wall, and there was no way out.

Yan Jue's current physical condition is not good.Leaving aside the loss of his cultivation base, the important thing is——at a critical moment, he couldn't even control the Ya Ling sword, which he never left in the past.

But if he can't use a sword, it doesn't mean that Xue Lanyin can't use it.The flames were spreading and flourishing, and at the same time, there was a soft clang and clang of the sword. Yan Jue turned his eyes slightly, and Xue Lanyin had pulled the Ya Ling sword out of its sheath with one hand—for a moment, the room was full of cold light. Now, the blade body is as silvery and dazzling as snow, and its momentum is like a rainbow, soaring into the sky, instantly illuminating the dark inner room to great brightness.

That is to say, with the help of this sudden slight sword light, Xue Lanyin finally saw a large group of ordinary "common people" dressed in commoners and holding long knives in front of him. What he said was nothing more than a sentence or two: "The master of Changxing is so sinful, death is not a pity!", "Death is not a pity!"

Numb and mechanical, veneer and lifeless.

If you look more closely, you can even find that between their limbs, mouths and noses, they faintly flow out one after another, which can be called an extremely familiar black-blue energy——

Without any explicit consciousness, it acts entirely by command and manipulation.

"Zhu Fengmen's illusion." Yan Jue reached out and pressed Xue Lanyin's wrist to signal him not to be too impulsive, "Don't point the sword randomly, it won't do anything at all."

Xue Lan looked down at him and wanted to say something, a sudden gust of wind came to his ears, but when he saw the dozen or so people who had just stood there silently, he waved his sleeves, and instantly dispersed into a fierce and invisible cloud of soul smoke.

——Zhu Fengmen's usual method of dementia, people have no entity, come and go without a trace, it is almost difficult for someone to grasp them firmly at once.

Xue Lan stabbed outwards quickly with a sharp sword, and really failed to cut half of the corners.

If it's just an ordinary mob holding a weapon... then it's easy to say, at worst, go up there with a sword and fight to the death.

But now this group of mobs has transformed into scattered monsters with indeterminate shapes and souls in Zhufengmen.Xue Lanyin can't do anything to them, but they can do whatever they want to him.

Now the fire soaring into the sky is showing an extreme trend of intensifying, and the green and black flowing soul, who is as violent as a beast in front of him, also raises his head to the sky and screams, brandishing his sharp minions in an instant, and rushing forward without warning And to!

Because Xue Lan's complexion was frozen, she subconsciously hugged Yan Baohu into her arms, and in the short moment when she raised her hand and swiped her sword, she suddenly heard a startling sound from behind, and the wandering soul seemed to be distracted for a moment, but Soon they quickly gathered and merged in the flames.

Yan Jue raised his eyelashes slightly, and saw that Cheng Bi was holding a wooden sword, struggling and trembling, raising his arms from behind Liuhun, as if he was not afraid at all, and was preparing to launch the next wave of unnecessary offensive.

Yan Jue cursed secretly, and suddenly shouted at him: "Stop!"

But it was too late.After all, Cheng Bi was young and energetic, and overestimated his strength. Before Yan Jue could finish his sentence, his thin-handled wooden sword, which had no deterrent effect at all, had already pushed out with all his strength with the sound of the piercing wind, facing Liuhun. At the back of the heart where the entangled black smoke is entangled, I tried to penetrate it completely with all my strength——

But he obviously didn't know that ordinary attacks would not cause any actual trauma to the formless body's illusion of wandering souls.

With a sudden blow from the wooden sword, it pierced deep into the loose energy of the soul body, and a series of angry howls similar to roars were instantly startled.

There are black and green soul smoke flying everywhere, and they transform into dozens of illusory human figures in a flash.They each held a long knife, and turned around one after another, facing the direction where Cheng Bi was, and consciously launched a counterattack that could be called swift and fierce!

Xue Lan yelled in a hurry, but the noise around her was even worse. His warning was nothing but a useless struggle.In desperation, he drew out the Ya Ling sword in his hand, and was about to move forward to stop the wandering soul's path, when Yan Jue let out a muffled groan, and the robe wrapped tightly around Feng Aisu sword in his arms glowed white, and suddenly a burst of fire burned human temperature.

"...Or jade?!" Xue Lan said in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Yan Jue didn't answer, his arms loosened, as if he couldn't bear the weight, he leaned back slightly.Then there was a glaring light on his chest, and Xue Lan almost had to cover his face with his hands to forcefully open his burning eyes.

——And at the same time when Feng Aisu's sword accidentally fell to the ground, an invisible cold current was like frost and snow falling, instantly covering the billowing fire that filled the room until it was so dark and smoky.

It was not as powerful as Yi Shangxian's, and it could even be said to be a weak and illusory kind of tiny force.It came from the sword of Fontesu, without making any noticeable noise along the way, just like this, it spread in all directions silently, but it could extinguish the blazing flames in the sword-suppressing platform in the blink of an eye. every inch of flame.

Immediately afterwards, the frost and snow particles, like infinitely growing vines, quickly condensed into a shell just before Liuhun desperately stretched out his minions, freezing the black green soul smoke that was flying through the sky until it was frozen!

The temperature in the house plummeted, and even the broken carved windows in the corners were covered with a layer of frost.The three of them were extremely cold, and even between the thick black temple hair, it was inevitable that there would be a series of tiny frost stains.

Yan Jue raised his eyes impressively.

As if feeling something about the situation in front of him, he squeezed his thin lips tightly, and it took a long time for him to squeeze out a familiar yet unfamiliar address from his choked throat——

"...Master."