Chapter 20 Counterattack

Yan Ji saw Xuanyuan's fragrant Mou Tongli, shining as soft as water, and it was so dim and lost its delicate brilliance. He felt the delicate body in his arms, and gradually lost the support of strength. It became soft and seemed to have lost his life.

Looking at the pale face of the beautiful woman in her arms, what she remembered was an unforgettable past.

At this moment, it seems that three years ago, on the night when the Demon Sect attacked Bagong Mountain, he and his senior sister were seriously injured. When they escaped down the mountain, they also hugged each other so tightly, and they also felt that the delicate body in his arms gradually softened and lost that warm smile.

The moonlight actually feels a little cold, adding desolation to everything.

In the moonlight, the two hugged and fell into the endless darkness below, like a kite that suddenly broke the line in the sky, and could only land helplessly.

Once, he could only be a bystander and could not change anything.

Whenever he recalls that moment, he can't help but blame himself and hate himself.

He hates it! I hate why I didn't have the ability to change!

He often asks himself, what have you been doing before? Are you ignorant and fearless all day? Do you only know how to eat and sleep and play with that "enemy"? I still want to stay with my "enemy" for a lifetime...

Before, you have never really made up your mind to get the ability to survive and protect everything you have.

In the past, you were so stupid that you ignored the people around you that you really deserve to care about.

Like a toad in warm water, I don't know how pathetic I am until the last moment!

I don't know why, Yan Ji looked at the woman in her arms and unexpectedly coincided with her senior sister. It seemed that she was the senior sister and returned to the night three years ago.

Who is she?

It doesn't matter, but the important thing is that you can't shrink anymore!

What's wrong with the pain?

The sharp light in Yan Ji's eyes flashed, and quickly stretched out his hand and held Xuanyuanxiang tightly in his arms. His feet were gently tiptoed, and his body turned straight up, and the wind flew up and floated into the sky.

At this time, there were already a few lights flashing in the rear. It seems that the pursuers of the Holy Dragon Sect have arrived.

Yan Ji looked down and found that there was a semicircular black spot clearly on a large watery lake below. According to his experience of walking at night: "white stone, black mud, light water depression", guessing that there is an island below.

Yan Ji did not hesitate, immediately turned down, climbed onto the island, and then laid Xuanyuanxiang on the grass on the island.

At the same time, four rays of light also fell on the island, a few feet behind Yan Ji. The light flashed for a while, and four people appeared, and Fu Yue was also among them.

"Hang!"

Yan Ji's face was cold, and he got up and turned to the four pursuers of the Holy Dragon Sect, drawing their swords to meet each other.

The rainbow comes out of the sheath!

A crisp buzzing sound, like a phoenix, echoed far away. The clear dark blue aperture burst out brilliantly in the dark night. In an instant, any color lost its brilliance, as if the sky and the earth had become mysterious blue, integrated with the amazing rainbow, a mysterious blue.

The lush branches and leaves on the island were pushed by the blue light, as if blown by the strong wind, and fell out together, making a loud noise. The trunk shook a few times, but was uprooted and flew to the lake at the end of the island.

Several large stones on the grass were also pushed and rolled by the huge airflow and fell into the water together.

Yan Ji shouted softly and sacrificed his sword. The cold face has a faint look of pain, but it does not affect the sacrifice of the sword in his hand.

Xuanqing's light suddenly flashed, but the rainbow came out. The situation, like a blue lightning, swept up the momentum of the mountain and cracked the ground and flew away to the four people.

The rainbow is like lightning, flying the target, and Yan Ji's figure is like a ghost. It flies tightly behind the Jinghong Fairy Sword. It seems to be chasing the flying sword, but in fact, it follows it and protects the flying sword. It is the second type of "Cangyun Six Swords" - like a shadow.

The flying sword passed by in an instant and penetrated the heart of a holy dragon disciple like lightning. At this time, Yan Ji followed the flying sword and reached out to point out half a foot away from the hilt of the Jinghong sword. However, when he saw Jinghong, he immediately turned the sword, circled in mid-air and rotated and flew.

Xuanqing's light flashed twice, and two disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect fell down, showing a small blood stain on their throats.

In the blink of an eye, three companions were removed. Fu Yue was shocked. For the first time, he saw this method of killing the enemy by manipulating the flying sword. The speed was extremely fast, and the swordman could follow the flying sword and attack the target as he wanted.

"Hundred Moon Flying Sword!" Fu Yue opened his mouth in shock and trembled with these four words.

Although he has never seen such a method of operating the flying sword, he has heard of the famous unique skill of the famous Sanqing Guan Hefanglu, which is the same as the second type of Cangyun Six Swords.

Yan Ji's teacher Guangyi created the Cangyun Six Swords. He never used it in front of outsiders, nor did he encourage his disciples to use it at will. He only used it as a means to save his life, so the six swords of Cangyun were not famous in the world. Therefore, Fu Yue mistakenly regarded this "like a shadow" as a "hundred moon flying sword".

But when it comes to the specific source of these two sword tips, it is "like a shadow" in the front and the "hundred moon flying sword" in the back. In the past, He Fanglu once saw his senior Guang perform a "like shadow accompany" and deeply felt the exquisiteness of this sword trick. After more than 100 months of meditation, he finally realized its shape and created the "hundred moon flying sword" and became famous all over the world.

Yan Ji defeated the three enemies in one fell swoop, but suddenly stopped. He half squatted on the ground and stood with his sword. The bean-sized sweat on his forehead rolled down like raindrops. It seemed that it was a "centrifugal spell" attack, and the pain made him unable to kill the enemy with the sword.

Fu Yue was there for a long time and did not dare to act. Although he saw Yan Ji squatting on the ground and sweating like rain and showing pain, due to the strange power of Yan Ji's sword formula just now, he did not dare to do it again. He did not know the "centrifugal spell" in Yan Ji's body and guessed that the boy was either a recurrence of the old injury or deliberately cheating.

Based on the common sense of "not tired of deception", Fu Yue can only watch from the sidelines and prepare for defense, but refuses to do it for a long time.

When Yan Ji squatted there and moaned, he saw three holy dragon disciples on the island, but there was another disciple who was not as suspicious as Fu Yue. He thought that the boy was seriously injured and could not take action. He immediately sacrificed the red flying sword in his hand and attacked Yan Ji.

His face was almost full of confidence and pride, thinking that he would succeed, and then carried the boy's head back to receive the reward.

Yan Ji gritted his teeth and stood up, and the green light was strong again in the night, expelling the darkness of the whole island and clearly shining the grass and trees on the island.

The short-lived idea of the disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect who attacked with a sword has been shattered.

The rainbow made a crisp buzz, and the green light flashed. The flying sword had pierced the holy dragon disciple who attacked Yan Ji. At the same time, behind Yan Ji, there was another disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect, who seized the opportunity to sacrifice the magic weapon to attack his vest.

After following the flying sword, Yan Ji held Jinghong in the palm of his hand and took this style of "like a shadow". In an instant, his body turned into a green light and retreated back to the disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect behind him.

The green light flashed, and the sword fell. The disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect had fallen to the ground, and his whole head had left his neck.

Yan Ji made the third "streamlight line" of Cangyun Six Swords quite popular, which is just right with the previous moves. In this way, Yan Ji's experience in actual combat against the enemy has gradually become rich, and her adaptability has been improved.

"Look at the sword!" A crisp woman's shout suddenly sounded. Xuanyuanxiang stood up at some point, sacrificed a yellow flying sword, and quickly stabbed at Yan Ji.

The yellow light flashed, and the yellow flying sword brushed Yan Ji's ear, brushing his temples and hair fluttering, stabbing the Holy Dragon disciple who attacked him behind Yan Ji.

"Don't thank me!" Xuanyuanxiang smiled and was in high spirits, as if the previous injury did not lead her to fainting, but as if she deliberately cheated and attacked her opponent unexpectedly.

Fu Yue watched Yan Ji perform the "streaming line" and immediately subconsciously thought of Yanshan's Zhenshan stunt "Thunder Sword". These two swords are famous for their speed and are very similar.

Fu Yue was suspicious by nature. Seeing that Yan Ji could suddenly get up and kill the enemy again, Xuanyuanxiang also deliberately pretended to be injured. He thought that if the two people joined hands, he really had no chance of winning. In addition, Fu Yue had been defeated by Chen Jichang, the head of Yanshan, and experienced the feeling that his life became extremely fragile in the blink of an eye. He had a lingering fear in his heart, and he did not dare to stay any more. He turned into a black light and flew away.

Yan Ji was in extreme pain. He only felt that his whole body was scorched by fire and delayed by a knife. He could no longer stand it. Jinghong fell off his hand, lay on the ground and moaned low, rolled all over the ground, and blood spewed out of his mouth.

Xuanyuanxiang was on one side, and she also persisted bitterly and spit blood. It turned out that she was not pretending to be injured. The injury on her body was real. The so-called spirit and her face was also pretended to be.

Xuanyuanxiang slowly walked to Yan Ji's side. Seeing him groan in pain, his eyes showed a look of great pain. He put his hands on his shoulder and said warmly, "It hurts. I'll rub your hole!" With that, he held Yan Ji's shoulder with one hand and massage Yan Ji with the other hand.

However, Yan Ji was so painful that he had no feeling for the massage and still moaned. Xuanyuanxiang saw that it had no effect. Under his anxiety, tears flowed out. He held Yan Ji tightly in his arms and said astringently, "I know it hurts, but I can't help you. Don't shout, okay? I feel worse."

Yan Ji didn't hear her words clearly at all. She only felt dizzy and tinnitus, and her body seemed to explode. She broke away from Xuanyuan's arms and moaned and rolled on the ground.

Xuanyuanxiang cried silently, hesitated for a long time, and finally knocked on Yan Ji's head, making him faint. Only in this way can he not feel pain, and at the same time, his heart is much better.

Xuanyuanxiang held the fainted Yan Ji in his arms, gently stroked his beautiful cheek, and his soft eyes stayed on his face. For a long time, he whispered, "Are you Luo Feng?"

She looked at Yan Ji's cheek for a moment, sighed and shook her head and said, "Even if you are Luo Feng, what can you do... I..."

Xuanyuanxiang muttered to himself, and suddenly noticed that there were footsteps behind him. Looking back, he saw two old men walking towards him. One was dressed in gray, medium-sized and white, looking like he was fifty or sixty years old, with wrinkles on his face and dry as bones; the other was wearing a moon-white robe, with a figure. He is short and fat, probably because there is too much meat on his face, so he can't see wrinkles. His beard is also white, but he is bald, and the top of his head is bright, reflecting the moonlight, as if he can still shine.