Chapter 20 Death

"You have to be careful!"

At the critical moment, Yan Ji did not forget to look at Yang Huanyu beside him and raised his voice to remind the girl. It can be seen that in his subconscious, he still regarded this weak-looking girl as the weak woman who would faint when she saw blood a year ago.

But to his surprise, Yang Huanyu's pretty face did not show much panic. Some were just a little melancholy and depressed. Obviously, she was sad about what Yan Ji said she wanted to leave.

However, when she saw Yan Ji turn his head to care about her, a faint smile immediately appeared on her beautiful face, and nodded slightly to Yan Ji, responding to Yan Ji.

Yan Ji stood in front of him, pushed by the wind brought up by countless skeleton skulls, and slowly retreated. For a moment, his whole body was blown up by the strong wind and flew backwards.

However, after all, he has been practicing Taoism for many years and has accumulated a lot of experience with the enemy. In the face of the big enemy, he is not panicked. When he flew in mid-air, the rainbow fairy sword in his hand suddenly danced wildly, and his sword spirit was like a rainstorm, and he rushed away against countless skeleton skulls.

"Boom..."

There was a loud noise, and the dark blue sword spirit collided with the dark red skull, and only the roar was continuous and sparks were everywhere. The sharp blue sword spirit intersects the skeleton, suddenly breaking those skull magic weapons, passing through the skull and flying into the darkness behind the skull.

In the unknown place in the dark, there were waves of painful groans and a panicked dialogue:

"Do you see it clearly? That seems to be the third-ranking rainbow on the top ten sword list. No wonder it can break our 'poisonous head'.

"Yes, the two small golden words 'Rainbow' are still shining.

“......”

At the same time, after the skulls burst, they emitted a thicker green poisonous fog, spreading everywhere, and drowning the figures of Yan Ji and Yang Huanyu in the fog in the blink of an eye.

In the darkness, there was another proud laugh: "Humph! What can a little boy in Taiqing Palace do if he has a magic sword? I see how you turned into blood in the poisonous smoke!"

The green smoke keeps spreading away, and everywhere it goes is like a purgatory on earth, and the destructive power is extremely horrible. Seeing this, the disciples of the Hell Gate hidden in the darkness relaxed their expression, and some of them even came out of the darkness and were exposed to the light. They all looked at how painfully a man and a woman moaned and looked at their bodies turned into blood after being attacked by poisonous smoke.

However, after waiting for a long time, they did not hear any painful moans. Gradually, they found that something was wrong. Even if the two people were bad, they would not be poisoned to death without saying a word.

When they were worried, the sound finally came, but it was not the sound of moaning, but the rapid sound of the sword from the green poisonous smoke, as crisp as the sound of a phoenix. Those disciples of Hell Gate were unprepared and were shocked by the strong sword gas, which made them with pain in their ears and tinnitus.

Immediately after that, countless Xuanqing Qi swords flew out of the smoke. After a shout of "swords and horizontal" in the smoke, Xuanqing Qi swords swarmed like ten thousand arrows and rushed to every hell gate disciple in the dark and bright places.

They have not yet realized that the man and a woman were attacked in the poisonous fog and were safe. The Xuanqing Qi Sword has penetrated their bodies, and the flesh and blood is blurred.

At this time, the momentum on the other side of Hell's Gate has not diminished. On the contrary, the battle was a little bigger, and no less than 40 or 50 people surged out in the dark, aiming at Yan Ji in the poisonous smoke and raising their magic weapons one after another, intending to attack him alone.

"Dingling..."

Before they took action, there was a crisp sound of bells in the smoke. Obviously, there was only one sound, but when they heard it, it was a continuous sound.

In the green smoke, several solemn golden rays of light spread out, and the light became stronger and stronger. In a moment, it had covered the poisonous fog, and between heaven and earth, it was golden yellow.

In shock, Yan Ji looked not far away. It was Yang Huanyu who stood in the golden light, and a golden bell circled around her body, protecting her from the poisonous fog.

The golden light from the bell shone on the disciples of Hell Gate, as if with magic, making them all staring wide and motionless there. Then, the golden light flashed, like a long whale absorbing water, all in the small golden bell.

When the golden light was taken back, it seemed that even their souls were taken away, but those people closed their eyes and fell down without any movement.

"It's all about the 'dementor bell'. The little boy in the Taiqing Palace claims to be a famous school, and he didn't expect to use this evil thing."

In the dark, the disciples of Hell Gate were shocked and no longer dared to take action. They stopped in the dark and did not move. After waiting for a while, he felt that he could not let the two people go for nothing, so he only hid in the dark and sacrificed a magic weapon to Yang Huanyu.

"Break!"

Yang Huanyu stood in the wind, her clothes were windless, and her beauty contained heroic posture. She changed her delicate and infinite look, and her eyes were murderous and became a little strange.

She quickly threw a dark flute into the air, which was exactly the flute she had taken out and planned to play for Yan Ji. The flute turned a few times in the air, and the flute was immediately black and black, and a black vortex rotated in mid-air, bringing a powerful whirlwind and putting all the magic weapons made by the disciples of Hell into the whirlpool.

Then, the bloody dragon depicted on the flute gradually lit up, and the blood-red light shone out with black gas. With the offering of Yang Huanyu's formula, a dragon roared and echoed between heaven and earth for a long time.

A vision emerged in the jungle, and in an instant, a strong wind suddenly rose and the dust flew.

The light depicting the blood-colored dragon on the flute gradually became stronger, reflecting the sky and the earth into a bloody color. A moment later, a bloody dragon flew out of the flute, rotated a few times in the air, and rushed in the direction of the magic weapon of the disciples of Hell Gate flying in the dark.

Yan Ji looked at the beautiful girl who showed her power and was stunned. She couldn't believe that the woman in front of her was the weak girl who would faint when she saw the blood a year ago.

Nowadays, her change is really great and unbelievable.

Seeing her murder, Yan Ji almost couldn't recognize her. She thought that she had spent a lot of effort to kill several Hell Gate disciples with the sword, and the girl only shook the bell, threw down the flute, and smoothed nearly a hundred Hell Gate disciples.

Between these two people, who is protecting whom?

He was stunned and came back to his senses after a long time. He looked at the girl and asked, "You... you are so powerful. Why didn't you say it earlier? If I had known, I wouldn't have spent this time sending you here to find your parents. No matter how many enemies you meet, you can deal with them casually.

Yang Huanyu took back the magic weapon, and the indifference on his face immediately dissipated. In a happy appearance, he jumped to Yan Ji and asked Yan Ji, "Brother, do you mean... you were so worried about me that you sent me here?"

As she said this, she smiled even more and said to herself, "I knew my brother wouldn't hate me!"

Yan Ji looked at her, thought for a moment, and said, "Actually, I mean... can you go back by yourself? I made a big mistake and now I have to go back early."

Yang Huanyu's smiling face sank down, with a trace of anger between her eyebrows. She took Yan Ji's arm and said, "No, I just won't let you go back."

Yan Ji looked at her slightly angry expression, hesitated for a moment, and frowned, "If I insist on going back, do you also want to knock me out with your flute?"

Hearing what he said, Yang Huanyu immediately shook his head. The small anger between his eyebrows also disappeared, and he changed back to a gentle look and said to Yan Ji, "No, I won't do anything to my brother. Even if my brother hates me very much, I won't."

Yan Ji was silent for a moment and was about to look up to say something to her. Unexpectedly, at this time, those disciples of the Hell Gate began to sacrifice magic weapons to attack the two of them. The light and shadow of the treasure in the dark roared and hit them like lightning. This time, there are more magic weapons than before, hundreds of them, and there are many people around. It seems that most of the masters of Hell Gate have been attracted.

Although this, Yan Ji was still not panicked. He immediately put the Jinghong Fairy Sword on his chest and made a light wall to protect his body. Yang Huanyu was not busy talking to him at this moment. Her eyes were cold, sacrificing a "dementor bell" flying above her head. A golden light curtain instantly emitted from the dementor bell, intertwined with the blue sword light of the rainbow, forming an indestructible shield covering the two people to block those for them. A colorful strange magic weapon.

"Boom!"

Hundreds of rays of light hit their protective circle mercilessly. The power made Yan Ji only feel sore and numb, as if he had lost consciousness, and his mind had been "buzzing", and his whole body seemed to explode, which was indescribably uncomfortable.

Although there was a trace of warm blood flowing through the corners of his mouth, he was still holding on and never gave up. Soon after, he felt a delicate body leaning against his back and slowly sliding down from his back.

He immediately turned around and found that Yang Huanyu was in a semi-coma state at this moment. Her delicate body lay softly on his back and was unable to stand up. His mouth kept spitting out red blood and dyed the skirt on her chest.

In fact, Yang Huanyu's practice time is only more than a year, and her foundation is too weak. Although she has a strong and domineering magic weapon to control the enemy and can kill dozens of people in an instant, her self-defense skills are much worse, which is not as good as Yan Ji's accumulation of many years, not to mention Yan Ji's pure power to protect herself. , she is bound to fall down before Yan Ji.