Junior Disciple C

Chapter 123

"That's it!" Fang Yang also noticed the man downstairs, and he exclaimed while lying on the window.

Feng Ye stretched out his hand to block Fang Yang, then turned his head and told Fang Yang, "Stay here."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Fang Yang to respond, he turned over and fell out of the window.

The third floor of the inn was about five or six meters above the ground. After landing, Feng Ye slightly bent his knees to relieve the momentum of his fall. Then he straightened up and looked at Ling Yun who was not far away.

Under the gloomy sky, the two looked at each other in the torrential rain.

Both sides did not speak, because dialogue is no longer necessary, and the thoughts and purposes of both parties have been clearly stated in the previous dialogue.

One is an evil ghost trying to avenge the world, and the other is a person who kills ghosts and punishes evil.

They must be enemies.

When the enemy meets, naturally, there is no other choice but to fight.

The rain curtain is like an enchantment, separating the outside and the inside of the house.There were no pedestrians wandering on the street, and they all hid in the nearby shops to avoid the rain. Therefore, the two men standing outside the house against the heavy rain and looking at each other in the rain were particularly eye-catching.

Countless pairs of eyes gathered here, and the innkeeper secretly looked out from behind the counter. The tense atmosphere between the two seemed to be about to fight, but he was not too scared. No matter how powerful it is, where can it go?

The rest of the people had similar thoughts, so no one ran away, but they all watched with curiosity and gossip.

The rain wet the clothes of both sides, and the raindrops flowed down the hair to the face, but both sides seemed to be like statues, motionless.

Fang Yang looked at Ling Yun nervously, the former head of Ling Xiao Sword Sect, although Ling Yun lost back, but it was without spiritual power.

Moreover, Brother Waste Chai was also seriously injured, with a sword wound on his shoulder and chest.Although the wound medicine Cao Zirui gave was very effective in healing the wound, and the wound had scabbed over, but it hadn't really healed after all.

Now facing Ling Yun again, no matter how you look at it, Brother Fei Chai is at a greater disadvantage.

Fang Yang finished watching Ling Yun, and then looked at Feng Ye, who was standing in the rain empty-handed, not even a sword.Fang Yang thought for a while, then simply took off his saber and threw it towards Feng Ye downstairs.

Fang Yang didn't make a sound, but Feng Ye reached out to catch the sword in a very tacit understanding. He directly drew the sword, threw the scabbard casually, and then crossed the sword sideways.

Ling Yun's gaze came to the sword in Feng Ye's hand, the raindrops slid along the sword body, condensed into water streams and flowed down from the sword tip.

Ling Yun opened his right hand slightly, and black mist emerged from his cuff, gathering into the shape of a sword's edge.The raindrops fell on it, and it seemed to be swallowed up, disappearing without a trace.

The onlookers couldn't help discussing in a low voice, they more or less realized that these two were not ordinary people from the rivers and lakes, but like legendary monks with great supernatural powers.

But still no one ran away. They didn't feel that the fight would affect them, and the rest of them didn't run away. Even if some people had a little fear, they stayed on the sidelines together in a herd mentality.

The torrential rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the atmosphere became more and more tense with the rain.

Those whispered discussions gradually disappeared, and everyone was infected by the tense atmosphere, and they dared not breathe out.

Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed among the clouds, making everyone dizzy.

Before they regained their vision, they heard a crisp "clank" and a dull "bang".

The sound of thunder resounded across the sky, and among the onlookers nearby was a woman holding a baby. The sleeping baby was awakened by the thunder, and cried loudly in the woman's arms.

The cries were ear-piercing and disturbing, but no one turned their attention to the baby. Everyone's eyes were focused on the two intertwined shadows in the rain.

The thunderstorm was not the end, the thunderstorm was just beginning.

The purple lights dancing among the clouds were reflected on Feng Ye's sword, flying in the air with his dancing.And the other sword is as black as ink, no matter how dazzling the thunder light is, it can't reflect any light on it.

Black shadows and light and shadows are entangled, and the sound of swords colliding is covered under the dull thunder.

Although ordinary people don't understand martial arts, they know that these two are masters when they look at their speed so quickly that they can hardly be seen clearly.

The shopkeeper also opened his mouth wide in amazement, he didn't expect that the people who live here are so powerful, such skills must be extraordinary.

Fang Yang stepped on the stairs from the third floor to the first floor. He stood at the door of the inn, watching Feng Ye's fight with Ling Yun from the closest distance.

The rain curtain will interfere with people's sight, so these ordinary people have many details that they don't see clearly, but as a monk whose five senses are better than ordinary people, Fang Yang can see clearly.

Ling Yun didn't hold back anything this time. With the Lve Shadow Sword in his hand, the edge of the sword occasionally slashed across the ground, leaving deep sword marks on the masonry pavement.

In addition to the sharpness of the blade itself, it also has the blessing of sword energy.

As the No.1 in the world a hundred years ago, Ling Yun naturally cultivated sword energy a long time ago.

Xue Ren also cultivated the sword qi, but the sword qi also has different levels. The sword qi he used was just the black blades that were cut out when he swung the Lve Shadow Sword.

The momentum is enough to bluff, but Feng Ye crushed him with one hand.

But Ling Yun is different, his sword energy is not exposed, but very restrained, but the power contained in it is far from Xue Ren's comparison.

Similarly, even though he and Xue Ren both used Lve Ying, the power they exerted was very different.

Fang Yangguang watched from a distance, and could feel the terrifying sharpness of Ling Yun's sword.

However, Feng Ye blocked all the piercing sharpness, and what he held was not a magic weapon, not even a magical weapon, but an ordinary iron sword.

Normally speaking, an ordinary iron sword, not to mention carrying so many rounds under Lve Shadow Sword, would probably be broken as soon as it came face to face.

But the iron sword in Feng Ye's hand was intact, and it was becoming more and more courageous in the battle, with a faint tendency to crush Lve Ying.

This only shows that Feng Ye's sword energy is stronger than Ling Yun's.The sword energy envelops the sword body, allowing the iron sword to exert far beyond ordinary power, so he can use such an ordinary iron sword to fight Ling Yun.

And with such a powerful sword energy, it is absolutely impossible for Feng Ye's cultivation to only be at the third level of refining energy.

Although Fang Yang vaguely realized last night that Senior Brother Waste Chai was not as useless as he appeared on the surface, he did not expect Feng Ye to be so powerful.

His good-for-nothing senior brother... who the hell is he?Fang Yang thought in a daze.

While he was in a daze, the fighting in the rain continued.

Both sides have nothing else to do, only staring at the enemy in front of them. Compared with the previous time when they were full of distracting thoughts, this time the duel is more dangerous.

Their killing intent was awe-inspiring, and every strike was aimed at taking the opponent's life.

But while attacking fiercely, Feng Ye kept paying attention to his surroundings.

Only about a day and night had passed since the duel last night, but Ling Yun found him again.Presumably Ling Yun didn't come here for another defeat, so this time, the opponent must have something to rely on to win.

Therefore, Feng Ye didn't underestimate the opponent just because he had defeated the opponent before. He was extremely careful and guarded against possible sneak attacks at any time.

Since Ling Yun's appearance, the black snake has never been seen, so it must be lying in ambush somewhere.

Feng Ye thought well, when he swung Ling Yun's sword away again, he suddenly noticed a strange movement by his side.

The rain dripped along the arc of the eaves, and under the eaves, in the blind corner of the field of vision, the black mist had already unknowingly churned and gathered.

A ten-meter-long giant snake suddenly jumped out from under the eaves, and flew towards Feng Ye who was fighting Ling Yun.

Feng Ye had expected it a long time ago, so no matter how quickly the black snake attacked, Feng Ye had left room for himself to avoid it.

With a swirling step, while receiving Ling Yun's attack, he avoided the path of the black snake.

The black snake couldn't change direction in the air, so it could only slam into the air.

But Feng Ye suddenly focused his eyes, and he realized that although he dodged the attack, the Black Snake had more potential and would crash into the shop across the street.

It was a clothing store, and there were five or six customers sheltering from the rain, including the woman holding the crying baby.

These people hadn't realized the danger before, so they just stayed in place and watched.But now, after the appearance of the giant snake far beyond the knowledge of the world, they finally realized that something was wrong.

But under the sudden fright, they lost the ability to react, and everyone stood there dumbfounded, watching the black snake rushing towards him.

Such a big giant snake, even if he didn't do anything, just bumped into it in a daze, these people would be in danger.

Feng Ye's thoughts turned, he had already dodged the attack in time, but he suddenly dodged and returned to his original position, he raised his sword and faced the attacking black snake head-on.

Although the black snake was big, Feng Ye was confident in cutting it in half.

This is indeed the case, the ten-meter-long snake was split in the middle.

After finishing dealing with the Black Snake, Feng Ye was trying to block Ling Yun's subsequent attack.

But unexpectedly, Ling Yun didn't attack him again.Instead, he stood not far away and stopped all movements.

And, a triumphant smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Looking at this smile, Feng Ye's hairs suddenly stood on end, his instinct was warning him, he had a premonition of a fatal murderous intent.

He lowered his head abruptly, looking at the body of the snake that had just been cut in half under his feet.

The snake's body collapsed on the spot, turned into a black mist and gathered at Feng Ye's feet, and in the black mist, a human hand suddenly stretched out.

Densely packed, countless hands.

Feng Ye's pupils shrank, these are...

Wraith.

As soon as the answer came to his mind, he suddenly heard a sharp howl.This crying sounded not in the ear, but directly in the soul.

It was the same as the resentful spirit hidden in the burning sky bow.

They were also mortals who died when Jianmu collapsed a hundred years ago. A small part of the resentful spirits were sealed in the Burning Sky Bow, while the other part had always been in the hands of this monster.

But today, the monster released all these resentful spirits, and once they regained their freedom, these resentful spirits rushed to tell Feng Ye, the chief culprit of their death, about their tragic death and vent their unwillingness and resentment .

These hands protruding from the black mist were struggling to grab something, and some hands touched Feng Ye's ankle, and immediately grabbed it tightly, as if they were trying to drag him into the hell they were in.

Feng Ye had a severe headache, and the howling pierced his soul. The pain in his soul was far stronger than that in his body. His hand holding the sword trembled from the pain.

He knew that he could not hesitate at this moment, and that he must immediately get rid of the entanglement of these wraiths. He clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, wanting to split these wraiths directly.

However, his arm seemed to be entangled with something, and he couldn't exert any strength at all.Feng Ye turned his head and saw that the black snake with the thickness of his wrist climbed onto his body at some point. The snake's body wrapped around his right arm, and the snake's head lay on his neck.

The black snake spat out the snake letter, and the snake's eyes were full of joy that it was about to capture its prey.

With a "bang", the blade in his hand fell to the ground due to loss of strength in his right arm.

Without the threat of the sword's edge, the ghost hands that emerged from the ground became even more agitated. Their arms stretched out because of the desire to devour the enemy. They climbed up Feng Ye's calves, one on top of the other, and gradually stacked up to the waist.

Feng Ye was half-kneeled to the ground by the pulling force of these ghost hands. The souls of these resentful spirits were not that powerful, but they had absorbed the power of monsters, and there were thousands of them. Gathered together, they were as huge as the dark clouds in the sky.

It stands to reason that the power of the souls of the gods is as strong as their divine powers, the more powerful the gods, the stronger the power of the souls, no matter how strong the ghosts are, it is almost impossible to infect the souls.

If it was Hao Chen who was attacked by the wraith, he could easily get rid of it.If the power of the soul is expressed by the size of an object, then Hao Chen's soul is not much smaller than his body, it is as huge as a mountain.No matter how many these wraiths are, they are nothing more than gnats shaking a tree.

Although Feng Ye is using a mortal body, his soul is his own. As a god as powerful as Kunpeng, he shouldn't be controlled by these wraiths.

But unfortunately...

With his eyes closed, he stared directly at these embodied wraiths in his consciousness.

The souls of these resentful spirits were extremely filthy, and black mist permeated them, covering the sky and the sun in Feng Ye's sea of ​​consciousness, like black clouds overwhelming the city.

However, Feng Ye's soul was spotless, and there was a faint brilliance in his soul, but this light was so tiny under the huge and endless black clouds, like a small boat in the sea.

Thousands of distorted faces in the sea of ​​consciousness were entangled together, and countless ghostly hands reached out to his soul.

His spirit was as weak as a candle that would be extinguished when it was blown out, flickering under the black cloud of resentful spirits, his frailty was worse than that of ordinary people.

It would be fine if he was prepared, but in such a sudden situation, he was suddenly surrounded by these wraiths, and when he was attacked directly to the soul, Feng Ye was almost powerless to fight back.

The resentful spirits clinging to his soul tore at his soul with hands and feet. His body was covered with hard scales, invulnerable to weapons, guns, water and fire, but his soul had no protection, and was even more fragile than ordinary people.

The pain of the soul being torn apart was thousands of times greater than that of the body. Feng Ye was in so much pain that every nerve ending was trembling, but he still gritted his teeth and opened his right hand, trying to pull out the real Excalibur Lve Ying.

This is his last chance.

But how could the Black Snake make Feng Ye happy? He set up such a murderous situation because he had calculated the weakness of Feng Ye's soul. The snake wrapped around Feng Ye's right hand became more and more forceful. Feng Ye tried to clenched his fingers tightly, but in the end... ..

The ghost's hands went up more and more, while tightly binding his hands, biting every part of his soul.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the overwhelming vengeful spirits wrapped him up, as if he was stuck in a swamp, tens of thousands of hands pulled him down, he had nowhere to exert strength, nowhere to break free, he could only be swallowed up in vain.

The faintly glowing soul disappeared into the darkness, and only the cries of joy and sorrow and the pain of being torn apart remained in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Outside the Sea of ​​Consciousness, sharp screams suddenly sounded around Feng Ye, and the crowd of onlookers finally came to their senses. They first saw the giant snake, and then saw the ghost emerging from the black mist. hand, screaming again and again, terrified.

They fled while screaming, disregarding the still pouring rain, and the sound of chaotic footsteps rang together.

"Hehe." A man's deep laughter suddenly sounded amidst the chaos.

A wisp of black mist condensed in front of Feng Ye, turning into a human being.

"Senior brother!" Fang Yang screamed, he realized that Feng Ye's situation was not good, and was about to run over to help.

However, this shadow slowly forming from the black mist made him froze in place in shock.

"Ying Long..." Fang Yang muttered in disbelief looking at the familiar face.

Perhaps hearing his voice, this man who looked exactly like Ying Long raised his head and gave him a faint look.

With just one glance, Fang Yang suddenly felt cold in his bones, as if he was being targeted by some cold and evil spirit.He couldn't help shivering.

At the same time as he felt the coldness, the alarm bells were ringing in his heart. He had experienced life and death several times. Although his reason hadn't realized the danger, his instinct had already issued an early warning.

Fang Yang lowered his head and glanced at his feet, and saw a thin wisp of black mist emerging from "Ying Long"'s feet, and was swimming towards him under the cover of the rain.

"Let's go!" Even though his whole body was clung to by ghost hands, Feng Ye struggled to break free for a moment in the agony of ghosts and souls. He used this only moment to shout to Fang Yang, and drove him to engrave it on the bamboo piece. A teleportation array just in case.

Fang Yang suddenly felt that the bamboo piece hanging around his neck was hot. He took it out and saw the pattern in motion.

He looked in Feng Ye's direction again, Ling Yun walked in front of Feng Ye, he put his sword across the neck of this half-kneeling man, just like what Feng Ye did to him last night.

Fang Yang's pupils shrank, and he saw Ling Yun's rising sword edge, and the trajectory of the sword edge was... Feng Ye's head.

Fang Yang immediately opened his legs, he couldn't control any danger, he wanted to rush over to stop him regardless, but he just took a step, the teleportation formation was activated at the same time, and the aura of the formation formed his body Obscured vision.

When I opened my eyes again, all the people and buildings in the market town disappeared, and there was a mountain forest that I had never set foot before.

He looked up at the sky, and the rain, which seemed endless just now, suddenly began to weaken, and then disappeared.

The rain stopped.

But there is still water flowing down Fang Yang's cheeks, the scene of Ling Yun swinging the sword keeps replaying in his mind, his good-for-nothing senior brother probably has...

Fang Yang fell down on the muddy grass and cried loudly.

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Added some content =. = It’s all in the second half, it’s recommended to rewatch.