Chapter 12: Magic Poison Resurreation

With the angry wind and sword, Chen Rufeng's body collapsed softly, and the feeling of suffocation blocked his chest, making it impossible for him to breathe normally. He can only rely on the angry sword to keep his body from falling. Once he is separated from the angry sword, his feet can't stand.

Zeyu is not much better than him. The strong counter-defeating force just made him suffer a lot of hidden losses and exhaust all his combat power. The two sides could no longer fight, so they had to declare a draw.

Ze Kangyun and five sword guards rushed to the ring one after another and helped them up each.

"Yuer, you have no room to take action!" Ze Kunyun blamed Zeyu in his ear, "If it hadn't been for Master Chen's sufficient experience, I'm afraid that the sword just now would..."

"It's none of his business," Chen Rufeng suddenly said loudly. He could see the reproach on Ze Lingyun's face and even opened his mouth to mention Zeyu's defense. Even Zeyu couldn't help casting a doubtful look at him.

"It's all because of my loss of mind. Even under the tragic death of the sword, I have no complaints." Chen Rufeng said, but when he said this, a sharp pain gushed out of his chest like a poisonous snake biting, drilling through his skin and skin and grinding his bones into pieces.

"Ah..." Chen Rufeng exclaimed in pain and pushed away the three swordsmen who supported him. He rolled on the ground as if he were tortured by an invisible devil, which was terrible and miserable.

Zeyu looked at what he thought was caused by his sword, and his face turned white. He stared at Chen Rufeng, who was rolling painfully on the ground in panic, and wanted to help him, but he dared not. The two swordsmen who supported him had run over, and the five swordsmensmen worked together to restrain Chen Rufeng's loss of control.

The strong black magic suddenly emanated, shaking away the five sword guards who came forward. Ouyang Luoxi and Liang Yongshi even spit out a mouthful of blood, and the rest were injured and unable to move.

Chen Rufeng roared at the sky and covered his head with his hands. Even he couldn't control his hands and feet. The magic rushed around in his body and stabbed his skin, making him suffer all the time. He had to burst out the uncontrolled magic to relieve his pain, but he would eventually hurt others.

He wanted to stop himself and beat himself on the head with his fist. The red beads of the two eyes are constantly flashing, and they are now faint.

Seeing this, Ze Kunyun stepped out a few steps, holding the flashing white light in one hand and pointing to Chen Rufeng in the other. * It turned into a bead-shaped air mass, flew around Chen Rufeng, and circled around him. There are as many as ten of these air beads, which have turned into the shape of a sword under the guidance of Ze Kunyun's single finger.

The ten lightsabers turned dazzlingly, and the speed became faster and faster. Chen Rufeng gradually recovered from madness to calm under the influence of this * sword. He stared at these spinning * swords and was attracted attention.

"Break the evil lightsaber! Go!" Ten light swords flew into the sky and gathered into a circle and fell to Chen Rufeng. Chen Rufeng looked at the ten air swords and was at a loss like a confused child.

When the sword arrived, a circle of black gas burst everywhere, and Chen Rufeng's protective magic spirit was cut off layer by layer. Fortunately, his mind was absorbed by this light, otherwise he would resist and cause huge fluctuations and implicate others.

Ten * swords caught Chen Rufeng, and the looming red light in his eyes completely faded, returning to his dark pupils. He also returned to a weak state when he had stood up, and his body fell to the ground. The angry wind sword was inserted next to him and helplessly watching the master lose. Consciousness.

"Has his poison...attacked again? And this time, he was almost indulged by the magic in his heart. Didn't Yuan Sirou's good water have any effect on the relief of the magic in his body? Ze Kunyun's hand expected a wave of the sky, and ten * swords rose and turned into light fragments.

The surrounding disciples of Qianjianmen were shocked by this sudden change. First, Zeyu almost killed Chen Rufeng with a sword, and then Chen Rufeng suddenly counterattacked into a draw. In the blink of an eye, Chen Rufeng went crazy again and injured five sword guards. Later, Ze Kunyun subdued Chen Rufeng.

No one reacted at all. What happened? Everyone looked at each other in con's face. People who could say a few heavy words were in the ring, and suddenly the surroundings became chaotic.

"Gu Hong, Yuer, please help maintain order." Ze Kunyun turned his head and said to the two people that they were the only trusted people Ze Kunyun had left. He went to help the five swordsmen one by one, and the three who were not injured meditated by themselves. As for Ouyang Luoxi and Liang Yongshi, Ze Kangyun personally healed their wounds on the spot.

Ze Yu and Ye Guhong took the order and began to raise their voices and shout at the Qianjianmen, asking them to calm down and obey the arrangement.

This "sword test" of Qianjianmen ended in such a chaotic environment.

When Chen Rufeng opened his eyelids, he found himself lying on the familiar mattress. He sat up and subconsciously looked at the bed opposite, but the bed was neat and there was no sign that anyone had slept.

A burst of red pain jumped along his head to the top of his head, making him have to cover his forehead and fall back to **, but the pain did not hum.

He only faintly heard the sound of footsteps and barely looked at it with a little bit of consciousness. Ling Xiaoyu trotted in and saw Chen Rufeng's eyes looking at him with wide open. He quickly turned around and jumped and cheered: "Master, wake up!" He didn't notice the bitterness on Chen Rufeng's face at all.

Hu Jiuwei hurried in and gathered to the bedside, and the pain on Chen Rufeng gradually subsided. He sat up and leaned against the wall, but his mind was still not clear. He could barely spit out a few words from his mouth: "What happened?"

Before Hu Jiuwei waited for anyone to speak, Ling Xiaoyu had already said first: "Wow! Master, can you forget that you have done such a powerful thing yourself? You injured their swordsman at Qianjianmen and fought with Ze Kunyun's son. In the end, you suddenly fell into a coma. It was Ze Kunyun who sent you back!"

Chen Rufeng shook his head. His memory only stopped after taking over Zeyu's "broken mountains and rivers", and the rest could not be remembered at all. At this time, Hu Jiu hurriedly followed Ling Xiaoyu's words and said, "Master, Master Ze said that he would not investigate this matter, so that you can recover from your illness at ease. He also asked you to pay attention to the fact that the poison in your body has not been removed, and it may occur at any time, and even the magic is difficult to control, hurting the innocent. Please pay attention to this in the future.

"What? Magic is difficult to control?" Ling Xiaoyu quickly changed her face and looked at Chen Rufeng like a grinning tiger. She took a big step back and left Chen Rufeng far away, sticking to the door behind her so that she could run away at any time.

"What are you afraid of?" Chen Rufeng's consciousness was more than half awake, and his cold eyebrows swept over Ling Xiaoyu and brought him over with one hand.

"You apologized to Ze Gengyun for me, saying that it was because I had a knot in my heart, so I gave the magic a chance for a while, and at the same time triggered the magic poison. I still want to thank him for me, okay?" The last four words Chen Rufeng deliberately accented and shouted out to Ling Xiaoyu.

Ling Xiaoyu looked at him timidly and stepped back half a step to make sure that Chen Rufeng was not a murderous demon, and then he nods respectfully.

After everything was told, Chen Rufeng's sleep came to the moonlit night. The high moon jade plate is almost close to the roof of the Tianfeng Gang, which is particularly bright and white.

Chen Rufeng threw away the quilt, put on his shoes, walked to the window, and looked at the moon.

"Shh..." A sound attracted Chen Rufeng's attention. Chen Rufeng stretched out his head to the window, but saw a red dress leaning against the wall and winking at him. Chen Rufeng jumped out of the window in surprise and joy, pulled her up, and the two flew to the roof together.

Remembering the last time when the two were on the roof, Meizun suddenly attacked. Both of them had lingering lingering heart. Although the opportunity for her to come again was negligible, they were still careful and raised their vigilance.

"I heard about you at Qianjianmen, so I immediately came to see you. What are the details?" Perce asked anxiously. The two sat on the tile, and a cool and cold night wind blew by, but once again, there was no too much cold to hit them.

Chen Rufeng sighed and told a series of things to Pei Xinqing.

"I don't know why, when I took over Zeyu's sword, I suddenly remembered Jiang Shengtian inexplicably." Chen Rufeng looked up at the stars melancholy, and his eyes were full of sadness.

"What's wrong with you and Jiang Shengtian?"

Chen Rufeng swept away the quietly uninhabited Tianfeng Gang under his feet and told Pei Xinqing that there was a conflict with Jiang Shengtian.

Suddenly, Chen Rufeng buried his head in the arms of Perce.

"Qing'er, I'm very tired." Chen Rufeng closed his eyes, revealing countless pressures on his shoulders, which made him breathless.

pi Xinqing brushed his rough cheek with his heartache and put his face on his forehead, as if to listen carefully to the sadness in his heart.

"I can't get used to it. A brother who has been with me for many years suddenly left like this." Chen Rufeng said slowly that all he saw was darkness, and all he could hear was the sound of breathing with Pei Xinqing. It seems that only such a world can fully express his sorrows.

"Even if the battle that belongs to me continues to win, what's the point of me without that person sharing with me? I thought that with years of iron-like feelings, we were two brothers who could not be separated. Unexpectedly, in the end, it was because..." Chen Rufeng couldn't say any more. Pei Xinqing stroked him like comforting a child, showing endless tenderness.

He wanted to cry, but his man's nature made him unable to shed tears.