()..om At this time, a gentle sigh came from the woods behind her. The woman quickly turned around and saw a scene that made her feel like a ray of light on her back. Le Xiang was holding a cold scimitar on his neck.
, behind him stood a stern soldier, with no warmth on his face, like a sculpture. Ice @ Fire! Chinese.
"I'm holding you back again." Le Xiang said with a bitter smile.
"Don't worry, I will rescue you." Jiang Xueqin said firmly.
Le Xiang pointed to the knife on his neck and said: "Go away, don't forget to burn a few sticks of incense for me every year in the future." His words did not mean that he was about to die at all, but on the contrary, he meant that he was about to die.
A funny meaning.
"Don't say stupid things." Jiang Xueqin taught Le Xiang like he was teaching his younger brother, while at the same time he was alert to the movements around him, waiting for an opportunity to rescue him.
Lexiang closed his eyes, sighed, and said: "I have too many shortcomings. I am too lazy. I am just a little clever. I always feel that there is still time for some things, so I put them off and don't want to do them.
It seems like I may never be able to do that in my life. But I am not a person who is afraid of death. Please leave quickly, I am serious." There was a hint of brightness in his eyes.
Jiang Xueqin slowly approached Lexiang. The woman's voice was cold, like ice in the twelfth lunar month of winter. "You still have a lot of time, so there's no need to be in such a hurry. I'll be right away." The distance between her and Lexiang shortened from ten feet to five.
Zhang, such a short distance is almost the distance that a monk must hit. In other words, if Jiang Xueqin takes a forceful shot, it is very likely to hit the opponent, and vice versa, but she does not stop.
Jiang Xueqin's left foot stepped on a leaf, and the thick dead branches made a tooth-itching sound. At this moment, a flaming spear thrust out, a red light burst out, and several large trees hugging each other were blocked.
Cutting off, a raging flame ignited in an instant. Jiang Xueqin didn't expect that the other party had already understood her every move. Someone had set a trap for a long time, and Le Xiang was just a bait.
Thousands of green sword threads quickly condensed into a long sword, and the autumn-like sword blade reflected the surrounding flames and spear shadows. The two blades collided with each other, and a black energy condensed in the air.
The small ball was only the size of a fingernail before one breath. After one breath, it became the size of a head. After another breath, it exploded. The shock wave shattered countless dead branches and leaves, and instantly opened up a five-foot-wide void in the jungle as dense as a spider web.
empty space of things.
Jiang Xueqin was already floating in the air at this time. Although she was vulnerable to attacks at this height, her vision was better and it was easier to find the two people caught by the other party. However, the other party seemed to disappear from the woods in an instant, and the surrounding fog gradually surged.
Starting up, she tried to release her consciousness, but she couldn't feel any sign of anyone.
Jiang Xueqin felt pain in her heart. Seeing her classmates being slaughtered, she was helpless like a piece of wood or a stubborn stone. This feeling of powerlessness has been lingering in her heart for twenty years, appearing in every nightmare where she breaks out in cold sweats.
, I didn’t expect it to appear in reality again today.
"Where are you? Come to me and let my friend go." The woman shouted weakly, with a hint of tearing in her voice. She used a lot of strength.
At this moment, eight warriors in black armor appeared around the newly opened clearing, holding various weapons in their hands. They stood quietly in the middle of the clearing. Han Feng and Le Xiang were both old.
Standing honestly in front of them, he didn't seem to be hurt.
The woman turned into a ball of blue mist and came to the ground. She kept a distance from the eight powerful black-armored guards. She put her left hand behind her back to form a decisive spell. She stepped lightly, gathering strength and prepared to use those from
With the power of obsession, all the efforts are accomplished in one battle.
"Jiang Xueqin, right?" A weathered voice sounded, reminding the woman of some things.
"Who are you?" the woman asked carefully, looking around.
A figure of a man in black armor appeared in the woods. This face was so familiar, yet so unfamiliar, that the woman's delicate body was shocked, "Are you Chen Yunsheng...Uncle?" She still did not forget the perverted seniority of the other person.
When Le Xiang heard Chen Yunsheng's voice, he jumped up already. He didn't care about the knife clamped on his neck. He turned around and shouted at Chen Yunsheng: "Brother Chen, what are you doing? It's taken you so long.
If he disappears, will he just come up as a sap and give us a slap in the face first?"
Chen Yunsheng said with some embarrassment: "This is purely a misunderstanding. After so many years, you are okay." Although he said this to Le Xiang, the "you" refers to Jiang Xueqin. After all, when the two were in the Tianqiong Sect,
They have overlapped with each other for a period of time, and they can be considered acquaintances.
Before Jiang Xueqin could answer, three more people walked out of the woods, one man and two women. They were Xue Li, Bai Murong and Fang Minglan. It turned out that Chen Yunsheng got the message from Xuan Yinzi and came to the west of the city to rescue Yu Chixue at night. Along the way.
The Canglan Guards naturally entered a state of combat readiness, and happened to meet Jiang Xueqin and the others. Since the Canglan Guards were in front, the two sides couldn't help but take action. By the time Chen Yunsheng arrived, Jiang Xueqin was almost driven crazy.
It would be no big deal for her to have one Canglan Guard, but there were eight of them. They were both capable of attacking and defending together. Even if the Nascent Soul cultivator encountered them, they would be defeated, let alone Jiang Xueqin. The woman saw Chen Yunsheng behind him.
Several of them are familiar faces. Although some of them have only met a few times, they are friends from the same sect after all. Moreover, the Tianqiong Sect has been destroyed, so being from the same sect at this time is even more precious.
Thinking of twenty years of hard work, the woman finally saw her classmate. She felt happy and sad at times, with tears in her eyes. She staggered to Chen Yunsheng, raised her bare hand, clenched it into a fist, and hit Chen Yunsheng hard.
In his heart, he yelled angrily: "I haven't seen you for so many years, and this is how you welcome your fellow disciples, uncle? How disappointing Xue Qin is."
Chen Yunsheng trembled when she knocked him. He felt a little guilty about the misunderstanding just now. He thought it would be nice to see his classmates. As for the knock, what did it matter? He hummed and said nothing.
Xue Li and Fang Minglan also had the same thoughts. Both of them had met Jiang Xueqin before. At this time, their hearts were filled with joy. They both wanted to say a few words, but when they saw the other person's eyes weeping, they didn't know how to speak. They were dumbfounded for a moment.
, stood stunned on the spot.
"Why do you have to hit him? This is just a misunderstanding." Bai Murong said coldly and coldly from the side. In her eyes, there is no Tianxuan Sect, no Tianqiong Sect, and no hatred for Sitian Pavilion. There is only Chen Yunsheng.
His hatred is her hatred, and his love is her joy. Seeing someone touching Chen Yun, the woman will naturally feel unhappy.
A touch of warm sunshine is especially precious in the cold winter.
At this moment, a figure ran past Canglan Guard, fell to his knees, knelt down and crawled a few steps forward. Han Feng's face was filled with tears, and he kowtowed three times in front of Chen Yunsheng and raised his head.
With tears in his eyes, he said, "Master, I really want to kill my disciple."
Chen Yunsheng was stunned and took a closer look at Han Feng's face. He had an ordinary face, clean and refreshing, without any worldly sorrow. His face looked like he was only about twenty years old, and his face was fair and beardless.
, Duan was free and easy. Looking at the top of the opponent's head, the spiritual energy was mottled and not very pure. Although the foundation had been successfully established, the foundation was not very solid. It seemed that the foundation was forcibly built by taking medicine.
After watching for a long time, Chen Yunsheng blurted out, "Are you Han Feng?" In his heart, there was always a hidden worry, that is, Han Feng, the great disciple he had accepted, had no choice but to keep Han Feng in Lao Han because of the war that year.
Zhuang practiced on his own. He knew that Han Feng's qualifications were very poor, but he couldn't bring him with him to teach him day and night. He felt very guilty. But when he saw that Han Feng could actually build a foundation and stand in front of him alive, he was surprised and happy.
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Han Feng's heart was also full of excitement. According to his thoughts, his master, whom he had only met once, might have died in the chaotic war that year, and the possibility of surviving was very slim. But there was always a little hope in his heart, as if
With the luster of fireflies, I hope that Chen Yunsheng can survive that catastrophe, and that the master and apprentice will meet one day. But the hope is ultimately slim. I only dream about it when I dream. I didn’t expect that life will be ups and downs. Master
The two apprentices finally met, although the meeting was a bit awkward.
"I am Han Feng, I am Han Feng, I am the Han Feng of the old Hanzhuang!" Han Feng choked up excitedly.
Chen Yunsheng helped him up, looked him up and down, and praised: "With your qualifications, you can build a foundation. It seems that you have experienced a lot in these years."
Han Feng's face was full of excitement and he started to introduce his experiences over the years. Le Xiang listened and rolled his eyes. He was a sensible person and knew that Chen Yunsheng must have something urgent to do during his trip. Unexpectedly, Han Feng became
He kept chattering, and finally Le Xiang couldn't bear it and kicked Han Feng in the butt, saying: "Listen to your master, please save yourself first."
Han Feng woke up from a dream, stared at Chen Yunsheng and said, "I hope Master will give me some advice."
Although Chen Yunsheng was anxious, the master and apprentice couldn't bear to interrupt when they saw each other. At this time, Han Feng finally stopped. He couldn't help but let out a long breath and hurriedly said: "A brother was captured by the people of Sitian Pavilion. He is here
In the underground palace hundreds of feet underground, we will find a place to have a good talk after I rescue him."
Han Feng was slightly startled when he heard this, and hurriedly said: "Master Rong, this place is a burial place for people. I guessed that there were monks' tombs underground, so Brother Le and I came here to dig for treasures."
When Chen Yunsheng heard what his eldest disciple was doing, he frowned slightly. Grave robbing was indeed not a glorious thing. Even in the spiritual world, it was a shameful activity.
"How deep have you dug?" Chen Yunsheng asked casually.
"Thirty-five feet." Han Feng answered honestly.
"Have you noticed anything unusual?"
"This place is poisonous. I wonder if this is abnormal?" Han Feng frowned and said.