Chapter 29jue bie

The wind and rain are zigzily, and the sky and the earth are vicissitudes.

Yan Ji flew in the rain curtain, and saw his right hand raised gently. Taiyi's breath seemed to explode, and it scattered from around his body. The strong airflow stirred up the wind and rain, and it was a solemn killing.

The colorful fairy sword flew into the roaring Taiyi Qingguang, hesitated to enter the sea, and the fairy sword submerged by Taiyi Qingguang. Its own light suddenly faded. After Taiyi Qingqi forcibly injected the sword into the fairy sword, it has completely escaped from the control of the original owner of the fairy sword and became Yan Ji's protection. Magic weapon

Seeing this scene, Shangguan Yu was shocked. He didn't expect that the true power in Yan Ji's body had been so strong. After a few times of luck, he easily took other people's fairy swords for his own use.

Although Shangguanyu was surprised, he was still a person who had experienced the scene. Of course, he would not be afraid of the war. He only saw the "Ziwu Seven Star Sword" in his hand waved quickly, and the white sword light scattered, reflecting the clear light of Taiyi in mid-air. The two rays of light were equal momentum and competing with each other.

Yan Ji was in mid-air, and the strong wind suddenly raised under his feet, carrying him to fly high. His right hand pinched the formula at the same time. Under his control, more than ten flying swords flashed out the brilliant Taiyi clear light. They roared in the rain curtain for a while and arranged word by word. The tips of the ten flying swords pointed to the same direction and flew towards Shangguan Yu. Stab it.

At the same time, Shangguan Yu crossed the chest of the sword and gently pressed his left hand on the back of the sword, trying to carry the true formula of "one gas and three clear" handed down by He Fanglu, the elder of the sword in the Taiqing Palace. The strong spiritual power was continuously poured into the seven-star sword of the meridian. The white sword sky soared more than ten times and turned into thousands of white air swords. Like ten thousand arrows, it swarmed up against the ten flying swords.

"Boom!"

With the roar of an airflow confrontation in the sky, the sword light scattered flowers in the air and was dazzling, almost illuminating the whole stress temple.

In the battle, the sword light and airflow rushed rampant, roaring and flying, and the power was so strong that it fell on the roof of the house and destroyed half of the house. All the people below are careful to dodge so as not to be injured by the sword.

In the whole battle scene, there are only two people left, Shangguan Yu and Yan Ji. Other Taiqing Palace disciples who lost their fairy swords did not intervene, because they have never seen the fighting methods of such a grand scene, and they also know their own Taoism. They all know themselves and dare not intervene.

The rain, with the fighting between the two people in the air, seems to have also increased, and the wind is louder and wilder, washing the ground more unscrupulously.

After the lightning flashed, the two slowly fell to the ground. As the fairy light dissipated, they could see their figures clearly. Shangguan Yu stood in the rain with a sword and stood for a moment. Suddenly, there was a shaking and he couldn't support it. He could only stab the ground with his sword and hold the sword to barely stand. There was still a trace of red blood from the corners of his mouth, but it was soon washed away by the rain.

Yan Ji was opposite Shangguan Yu and held Yang Huanyu in one hand. Although she seemed to be able to stand on her own, her face did not look uncomfortable. It seemed that she had not get any advantage from Shangguan Yu.

Yang Huanyu lay in his arms and felt that everything had settled down. Then he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the teenager holding her. His eyes were foggy and he could not distinguish the teenager's face.

She slowly stretched out her white jade-like hand and tried to wipe away the raindrops on his face. However, when she touched his face, she felt that the raindrops were warm and a little sticky. She put her hand in front of her and was so scared that she couldn't speak, because those were all his blood.

At this time, she suddenly realized something and couldn't help bursting into tears. She sobbed and blamed herself, "It turned out that it was my fault. If I hadn't come here, you wouldn't have been hurt."

Yan Ji glanced at her, with a burst of warmth in her eyes. She shook her gently, and then looked up at the people of the Taiqing Palace. Those people were looked at by Yan Ji's eyes as if they were extremely afraid and subconsciously dared not look at him. Some people even stepped back a few steps for fear that Yan Ji would rush up to kill them.

Yan Ji saw that they didn't mean to stop him. Shangguan Yu was also seriously injured and couldn't take action. At present, he was about to fly away with Yang Huanyu. Unexpectedly, at this time, a cold scold suddenly came from behind him: "What are you doing?"

Yan Ji quickly looked back and saw that the man in the rain was his senior sister Liang Xiangling. She was also soaked all over. She was dressed in a snow-white dress, like a flower that had never been knocked down in the rain. She swaying in the wind and rain and slowly walked towards Yan Ji.

Facing Liang Xiangling, Yan Ji always had the intention of retreating, his eyes flashed slightly, and he dared not look at Liang Xiangling.

Far away, Liang Xiangling stopped, looked around the same door, and found several fairy swords falling on the ground and the injured Shangguan Yu. Thinking of the fear and shrinking expressions of Yan Ji, Liang Xiangling quickly guessed what had happened here.

She looked at Yan Ji, frowned slightly, had no expression on her face, and asked coldly, "What are you doing? Did she come to get you out? Then are you going to put it in these gates that stop you and leave with her?

Yan Ji was misunderstood by the senior sister, and there was an indescribable distress in her heart. She was silent for a moment and gently shook her head and said, "No, I'm just doing something you think is 'wrong'. She is not a murderous demon at all. I just want to send her out of here, because there are people here who want to kill her."

"Has the rain flowed into your head?" Liang Xiangling angrily scolded Yan Ji, and his voice was like cutting ice and snow: "Don't you want to stay in Taiqing Palace? Just say that you should leave. No one will pull you and let you stay here!"

Yan Ji listened, but his heart was like a knife. He was silent for a long time, still insisted on his decision and said to Liang Xiangling, "Senior sister, I will not deny any of the rules I have committed tonight. I will definitely admit my mistake to the head and master. But now I have to leave. Until tomorrow, I will return to the teacher's door to be punished.

After saying that, Yan Ji looked at Liang Xiangling's cold and beautiful face, and his heart was blocked by a sour heat and could no longer speak. He hesitated for a long time before turning around and taking a step forward.

"Hide!" Liang Xiangling's figure flashed and appeared behind Yan Ji. He only felt a cold air passing behind him, and a cold fairy sword had stood on his shoulder, and the cold air rushed to him.

"Have you ever thought about what kind of reputation the master will lose after you leave? Master, he hasn't done anything, just because you bastard apprentice, he will be scolded for being disciplined!"

Only then did Yan Ji realize this matter and found that it was quite serious. She was stunned and speechless, and the firmness in her heart began to hesitate again.

At this time, the white cold air of the "Ice Cold Light Sword" slowly spread away in the air, intersects with the falling raindrops, turning into ice cones and falling to the ground.

Yan Ji is really strong and will not be hurt by the cold air. However, Yang Huanyu in his arms can't resist the cold air. She only feels cold, and the cold air penetrates into the bones. The pain makes her twitch all over, her mouth makes a low moan, and her hands around Yan Ji's waist are tighter.

At this time, Yan Ji didn't realize that she was attacked by cold air. Thinking that it was caused by the pain, she immediately asked her, "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Huanyu said "um" a few times, and finally spit out three words in vague words: "Brother...cold..."

Yan Ji woke up and looked at Liang Xiangling stunned for a moment. Finally, he took Yang Huanyu and stepped back a few steps and left the cold air of the cold light sword.

Liang Xiangling's sword tip still pointed to Yan Ji and said coldly, "Although you claim that I am a senior sister, and you used to be very obedient. However, now you are no longer the obedient stupid boy... I can't control what you can't persuade you, so I can only stop you from leaving with a sword like others. I will teach you a good lesson."

Hearing that the senior sister wanted to do it, the inexplicable sadness in his heart began to sublimate again. He did not take action against his senior sister anyway. Even if he was killed by the senior sister, he did not want to do it with the senior sister.

At this time, a figure flashed over the stress temple, and the colorful magic weapons lit up, expelling the night, just like day.

"The leader and other three factions are coming. You'd better get out of here quickly

, never come back! Otherwise, I will kill you once!" Liang Xiangling's low and rapid voice sounded in his ear.

Yan Ji was stunned for a moment, and then felt that the senior sister still cared about him all the time, but he was in danger of the senior sister all the time and did not understand the difficulties of the senior sister. He took a deep look at the senior sister's face and engraved the beautiful face in his heart.

In the end, he still held Yang Huanyu and left in front of Liang Xiangling.

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Three days later, a downpour had already stopped. At noon, the sun was in the sky, and the cicadas were singing. The weather was very hot. Only when the breeze gently brushed, people felt a little cool.

In the past three days, the disciples of the four major sects living in the Chongyin Temple have also taken a good rest. At present, they are gathering to rush to Hengshan to try their best to prevent the demon religion from getting the divine fire.

In the accompanying team, Liang Xiangling was also there, holding the cold light sword in his hand.

Since the rainy night three days ago, Yan Ji has never appeared again. I don't know where he has gone.

Hengshan peaks, beautiful mountains, cliffs like flying, Zhu Rongfeng towering clouds, straight into the sky, hiding the face of the peaks above the clouds.

At the top of Zhurong Peak, more than half of the Holy Dragon Sect gathered, and a team of 7,000 people were vastly arranged at the top of the peak, with great momentum. All the elders and masters of the Holy Dragon Sect are absent, and even the Holy King Youao, who has not appeared for a long time, appeared in the team. It seems that they are bound to get the divine fire.