Wind and Rain - Chapter 91

At the moment when the two black shadows appeared in the sky, Cheng Xuexiang took advantage of the opponent’s attention, stabbed the disciples of Wuji Villa with a sword, and snatched out the elders of the Lianshan clan who were dying.

Two black shadows loomed over the fierce wind. Suddenly, someone shouted loudly, stomped on the floor bricks, and rushed out to meet the two shadows. In response to his cry, there were five or six other men behind him.

Jun Shuying took a closer look, the man in front had a long beard and a tall stature, and at first glance he was practicing martial arts from a foreigner. The physique that should have been very healthy appeared a little vain, and his complexion was extremely haggard. Even if he used all his strength to sprint, he still couldn’t hide his sternness.

This person, Jun Shuying, actually recognized that he was the chief **** of a well-known **** agency, and had had some contacts with Chu Feiyang. Chu Feiyang had to deal with the affairs of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, so it was inevitable that there would be some food, drink, and dinner. This person was actually someone who had drunk at the same table.

This man could be called a man of justice at that time, but he was still defeated by the pain and suffering of medicine. At this moment, he has become a lackey under the saint’s seat, just doing his best for a few poor bones.

There is not only one person like him. On the contrary, in the chaos of Wuji Mountain Villa, how many people with sanctimonious attitudes and zealous blood on weekdays fell down violently.

Jun Shuying didn’t sigh or sigh, but at that moment, Chu Feiyang’s pale face suddenly passed in front of him.

He was weakened by the poison, but he had eyes as tough as a rock.

Everyone in the world is unreliable, but he alone cannot be shaken.

Jun Shuying put his ten long fingers together, and some silver needles appeared between them. With a flick of the wrist, the fingertips stretched out, and a few rays of light flew out from the white fingers.

Wherever the light went, there was no blood, but it was like an inch of murderous intent that was torn apart.

All this in an instant.

The few men who were about to go forward to resist and grab the headgong instantly turned into cold corpses, and they couldn’t even drag the two shadows for a while. If other people want to grab the power, they have to weigh the importance of it.

The shadow passed over the corpse unabated, and appeared on the side of the wooden platform in the blink of an eye. Their goal was obviously to save the two Lianshan clan elders on stage.

“Jun Shuying! You can’t even think about it!” The aunt suddenly scolded coldly. She flew around and threw away the flowery coat on her body, hiding her hands under the large sleeves of the robe, holding a dexterous and sharp sword in one hand.

She slashed forward with her double swords, and actually drew out two moon-like cold lights, which were able to block Jun Shuying and Qinglang from the outside.

“Where’s Chu Feiyang?! Isn’t he the bright and above-mentioned hero of Chu?!” The aunt sneered through gritted teeth, “Why is he here like a tortoise at this time!”

“You don’t deserve his name!” Jun Shuying said coldly.

There was a twist on the saint’s face, but she suddenly put on a disdainful expression, and swung a pair of two-handed swords like a gust of wind and showers, and the offensive was about to be fierce.

Her martial arts are not enough to fight against both Qinglang and Jun Shuying at the same time, but the inexplicable poison in the blood of the aunt’s bones makes people feel jealous.

Qinglang and Jun Shuying wanted to avoid contact with her, so she was blocked by her for a while, unable to approach the two unconscious elders.

Cheng Xuexiang took the rescued Lianshan clan elder back to the disciples of the Wulin League, and ordered the two disciples to guard the elder closely to prevent them from being attacked by the chaos.

The figure flew lightly, and every movement could affect his heart. Cheng Xuexiang clenched the shadow blade in his hand, but in the end he just stood still and did not step forward.

The saint girl just danced her swords and fought against Qinglang and Jun Shuying endlessly.

Qinglang and Jun Shuying saw her intention early in the morning. She just wanted to drag, waiting for the unprepared Wuji Villa disciples and martial arts practitioners to react, and put the most favorable formation to form a pincer attack on the two.

There are so many people in Wuji Mountain Villa, once they are besieged, even if the two of them have great skills, it is not easy to escape from this siege, and it is even more impossible to save this Lianshan clan elder.

Seeing that the encirclement was getting smaller and smaller, Qinglang gritted his teeth, took off his shirt abruptly, put his head around Saint Aunt, and then wrapped around her body, restraining her sword-wielding hands through the clothes, using both hands to force her down. Throw it into the crowd of Wuji Villa.

“Shuying, hurry up!” Qinglang shouted loudly. Jun Shuying nodded slightly to him, and the two of them grabbed an elder of the Lianshan clan and wanted to turn back and run towards the courtyard wall.

“Dare to hurt my sister, where are you fleeing?!” A young girl’s angry voice suddenly sounded again. Qinglang and Jun Shuying were already in the air, but suddenly they saw pieces of white veil floating in front of them, and several figures. Wrapped in a veil, Yingyingchaochuo couldn’t see clearly.

The interior of the courtyard was agitated by internal forces, and there were winds of indeterminate directions everywhere. With the oncoming light wind, both Qinglang and Jun Shuying felt a tingling on their faces, and there was a slight pungent odor in their noses.

“Poisonous!” Qinglang and Jun Shuying looked at each other, knowing that the white veil in front of them was unusual, and they didn’t know what strange poison was attached to it.

The two chose to avoid danger in unison, kicked over a few shrimp soldiers and crab generals blocking the way from midair, cleared an open space in the encirclement, and stepped back to the ground.

As soon as the two returned to the ground, the disciples of Wuji Villa and the rebellious martial arts people in the courtyard were like maggots attached to their bones. They immediately turned their blades and surrounded them.

Qinglang and Jun Shuying retreated again and again, but could never find an effective breakthrough. Everyone was afraid of their high martial arts skills. Although Yu’er angrily drove everyone forward to attack, there was never the first person who dared to stand up and test the sword.

There are two half-dead elders in their hands. It seems that they can kill them with a little more strength. Hundreds of people on the ground are surrounded by knives and swords, and there are poisonous white veils and veils in the air. The man in white, for a while, Qinglang and Jun Shuying couldn’t find an effective way to break through this predicament.

The saint was supported by Yu’er and stood behind the crowd, looking coldly at the two men in the circle.

When Qinglang subdued her just now, although he didn’t dare to hurt her with a sharp blade and make her bleed, he had a lot of strength in his hand, and it was unavoidable to hurt his muscles and bones. Saint Aunt clutched her left rib and felt the tearing pain, but there was no sign of it on her face.

She looked at Jun Shuying with piercing eyes, her flame-like gaze carried a scorching high temperature, as if she had to poke two holes in Jun Shuying’s body before she could stop.

That is the sight of jealousy, and it can only be jealous. Jealousy and pain.

Why jealous, why hate, but it seems far from clear.

“Catch them alive!” The saint aunt gritted her teeth and ordered.

As soon as she finished speaking, a voice like a dragon’s roar suddenly resounded through the night sky. Like an ancient holy beast’s deep howl, it penetrated the chaotic night in this courtyard and penetrated everyone’s eardrums.

Then the voice turned into a tangible net, falling from the sky, trapping everyone in the yard.

The coercion at that moment is indescribable in any words, and only those who are in the scene can perceive it. At that moment, it was placed on the top of everyone’s head, so that people couldn’t lift their heads, and even the courage to raise the blade in self-defense seemed to be lost.

Qinglang looked up and said with a low smile: “Brother Chu is here again. This is the peerless inner strength of that Donglong Pavilion?! Sure enough – extraordinary.”

Jun Shuying also looked up, and the white veil was densely covered in midair, and no other figures could be seen. However, there was only worry in his eyes.

The internal power of Donglong Pavilion is too high, and even Chu Feiyang can’t use it at will when he is healthy, otherwise there will be consequences, no one can tell. What’s more, with his current weak state, he has released almost all of the internal power of the East Dragon Pavilion and used this sword to “tie the dragon”.

On the one hand, Jun Shuying hated him for being so reckless, but on the other hand, he couldn’t help but be amazed by this peerless swordsmanship.

There is no sword, no tricks, but first there is that invisible and colorless coercive force, which completely suppresses people’s fighting spirit and fearlessness.

At the moment when the sound of sword roaring and dragon roar sounded, the saint aunt shook her body unsteadily. Fortunately, Yu’er held her back and did not fall down, but the internal injury caused by the blue wolf was even more serious.

Saint Aunt clenched her teeth and swallowed the blood that had reached her throat again, her throat was full of fishy sweetness.

At this moment, she couldn’t vomit blood, and couldn’t show any signs of weakness.

“Master Chu, Chu Feiyang, you are finally here.” The saint sneered.

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Originally, there would be two updates today, but today there are too many things, and there are too many three-dimensional things, and I have to discuss the book cover with the painter.