Several rays of blue sword energy hit the sword light formed by Tingchan. Although the strong force did not break the protection, it knocked Shen Yifei back several steps.
The powerful force of the counter-shock caused Qi and blood to surge in Shen Yifei's chest, and he had to use the Qichan Heart Technique to count his breaths to calm it down.
In fact, Leng Biefu had already restrained his three-point Yuan Gong after Sword Demon withdrew from the battle circle. Otherwise, Shen Yifei would not have been able to take this move so easily, and would have suffered at least some minor injuries.
The atmosphere in the venue was strange at this time.
Shen Yifei looked at the old ghost angrily, while the sword ghost leaned against the tree with his sword on his shoulder and plucked his ear with his left hand, smiling playfully.
Leng Biefu knew in his heart that with the ability of the other two, there was no need to be sneaky about an unknown temple. In addition, he felt from Shen Yifei's sword moves that it was not something that someone with evil intentions could have. Yes, seeing this scene, he planned to put away his sword and stop.
At this time, seeing that the two people in the field were trying to stop, the old ghost was not happy. He raised his hand and attacked Leng Biefu with ghost energy, and said with a smile: "Keep going, old ghost, I haven't seen enough yet."
Hearing this, Shen Yifei cursed loudly, "Old ghost, you don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, do you?"
Shen Yifei felt extremely aggrieved at this moment. It was you who picked this problem, but now I am being beaten here.
Leng Biefu, who was on the side, understood what the old ghost meant, and thought to himself: It's interesting, let me test the sword.
He waved his sword to drive away the ghost energy and chuckled, "That's all, let's just make a good relationship."
"Attention!"
With a soft drink, Leng Biefu raised his hand and swung his sword. The sword light filled the sword body. He followed the Taoist footwork and was in front of Shen Yifei in an instant.
In a hurry, Shen Yifei responded forcefully, but he showed signs of panic after losing the protection of the old ghost.
Seeing this, Leng Biefu frowned secretly and slowed down his offensive by three points. Unexpectedly, Shen Yifei still couldn't keep up with the rhythm. The old ghost looked at him and shook his head.
"Sasasa, this kid wouldn't know how to fight if he had another person. It seems that we have to find opportunities for him to practice more in the future. There are quite a few suitable people in Tianjiang." Outside the battle, the old ghost muttered to himself.
With such an expression, Leng Biefu thought in his mind, "This person's foundation is not bad, but his experience is so shallow. Could it be that he has never been in the world before? How can someone who has been stained by the world be able to practice such pure sword moves?"
With this thought in mind, Lengbiefu slowed down his offensive by another three points.
Someone released the sea, and now Shen Yifei can adapt. Leng Biefu's sword skills are completely different from those of Lao Gui. Lao Gui's sword is domineering and treacherous, while Leng Biefu's sword is clear, upright and cold, with a sense of aura in his sword style. The meaning of poetry and painting.
After the adjustment, Shen Yifei used his only swordsmanship to fight back and forth with the opponent, and Leng Biefu also gradually let go of his own restrictions.
After becoming familiar with Leng Biefu's sword realm, Shen Yifei's swordsmanship became more proficient and his actual combat experience also improved.
When the battle reached its peak, Leng Biefu had already unleashed 80% of his strength.
Feeling that it was almost done, Leng Biefu distanced himself and said solemnly: "This move will let you feel the impermanence of the moon."
"The soul of the buried moon, the soul of the withered pine, the solemn light, the conquering moon, the ghost hero."
The long sword rotated and rose, carrying a cold light, and the surrounding air condensed.
The ultimate move of Songyue Twelve Fu appears for the first time.
Shen Yifei did not dare to be careless. He spread his hands and listened to the cicadas floating in the air, and the seven cicadas appeared again.
"The five qi control the spirit, use the sword and the shape, expand the universe, break the void and shatter the spirit."
"Tianchan·Five Yun Duan Shen."
With a loud drink, the sword energy spread across a radius of ten miles.
In an instant, the grass and trees were cut off, the earth cracked, and the old ghost watching the battle also waved a ghost energy to resist the impact.
"The Five Elements Sword is not bad."
"Hahaha, so happy."
"Sasasa, wonderful."
After the ultimate move, the three of them looked at each other and smiled, letting go of their grudges.
"My name is Shen Yifei, and his name is Sword Ghost. What do you call me?"
Adhering to the principle that people have many friends and many paths in the world, after the war, Shen Yifei took the initiative to introduce himself to Leng Biefu and the two of them became closer to each other.
The swordsman nodded and whispered: "Leng Farewell Fu."
Looking at the other party's reaction, Shen Yifei secretly judged in his mind that he seemed to be the same type as Shanlong, who didn't talk much.
The sword ghost asked carelessly: "Shicai, why did you suddenly attack the two of us?"
Leng Biefu said frankly: "I have no ill intentions. I just heard from a distance that you were looking for Liubai Temple. I was a little worried, so I planned to stop them and ask."
Shen Yifei smiled and explained: "My friend, you have nothing to worry about. There is a monk and nun in Liubai Temple who are my good friends and confidants. The two of us are here just to visit on behalf of our friends."
"I was the one who was abrupt." Hearing this, Leng Biefu bowed slightly, with an apologetic look on his face.
"Where, since everyone is going to Liubai Temple, why not come together?"
Shen Yifei extended an invitation to Leng Biefu, and then the three of them went to Liubai Temple together.
It didn't take long for the three of them to arrive in front of Liubai Temple. A small temple was surrounded by stone bricks. The red paint on the door frame was mixed with peeling spots and the flat plaster in front of the door, telling that although this temple was old, it was still beautiful. There isn't much incense.
"You go first, we are not in a hurry." Shen Yifei raised his hand in a gesture of invitation.
Leng Biefu didn't show any pretense and just opened the door and walked in.
While waiting, Sword Demon leaned against the wall in boredom, kicking the dust under his feet, and made an appointment for a cup of tea before Leng Biefu came out.
Leng Biefu, who came out of Liubai Temple, seemed to have let go of his heavy heart, and his face became much more relaxed, "I still have something to do, so please go ahead!"
Shen Yifei nodded and entered Liubai Temple after nodding goodbye.
The courtyard in the temple is not big, and there are several landscape trees with lush foliage. A monk is cleaning the fallen leaves and said to himself: "There are people visiting Liubai Temple one after another today."
Seeing someone else coming, the monk and nun put down their brooms and looked at the two of them, "Are the two benefactors coming to Liubai Temple to meditate, to worship Buddha, or to answer questions?"
Shen Yifei smiled and tried to look friendly, "No, I am here to visit a friend on behalf of him."
"There is only one poor nun in Liubai Temple. I'm afraid the donor has found the wrong place." The monk and nun put their hands together and replied to the two of them.
Shen Yifei bowed and returned the greeting: "You're right, it's you who's visiting, Ling Xi Zhi Xia."
"Lingxi Zhixia is dead, and the poor nun has no relatives or friends in this world." When the monk and nun heard this name, her face was dull. After experiencing a series of things, she felt even more uneasy at this time.
Hearing this, Shen Yifei quickly said: "What about Shanlong Yinxiu?"
Hearing this name, Lingxi Zhixia's heart trembled. After being silent for a while, he slowly said: "Whether it's people or love, they are all inner demons that can't be desired. Please come back."
When he heard the other party seeing off his guests, Sword Demon pulled Shen Yifei aside and asked in a low voice: "Can you do it? If not, I'll just tie him up."
"Don't make trouble, it's up to me." Pushing the sword ghost away, Shen Yifei turned around and asked, "Shanlong is indeed a bit dull, but is Master really so heartless?"
Without waiting for Lingxi Zhixia's answer, Shen Yifei asked one after another: "Can't you even call me a good friend after many years of friendship?"
After saying that, Shen Yifei pulled the sword ghost and turned around and walked out the door, "Liubai Temple, Liubie Temple, within three days, Shanlong Yinxiu will come to visit in person. At that time, it is up to the girl to decide whether to stay or not."
Shen Yifei knew that such a heartless person couldn't talk too much to him. As long as he was still a human being, he couldn't be carefree. He could use people or things to leave a seed in the other person's heart, and then it would all depend on his actions.
"Girl." It had been a long time since anyone had called her that. Lingxi Zhixia looked at the two people leaving with a complicated expression.