Wind and Rain

Chu Feiyang held the sword in one hand and the other behind him, and suddenly appeared in the air outside the courtyard wall.

The few feet of white gauze that was blocking Qinglang and Jun Shuying's path above the courtyard immediately moved, and surrounded by Chu Feiyang under the guidance of a few men in white.

"That white gauze is poisonous, be careful with Feiyang!" Jun Shuying couldn't help shouting loudly.

Chu Feiyang knew very well that Wuji Villa was very poisonous, so naturally he didn't dare to care about it, and he wasn't ready to directly touch the strange white gauze formation.

The tip of the sword turned, and a sword wind swept forward, and the invisible sharp blade whizzed away towards the endless white veil that was encircling it. Chu Feiyang took advantage of this reaction and took another shot back.

With this retreat, he retreated into the woods. When his strength was exhausted, Chu Feiyang did not wait for the soles of his feet to land, but just pointed the steel sword a little at the tree, the flexible sword body bent like a crescent moon, and bounced out again.

At this time, the piece of white gauze had been torn open by Jianfeng, and Chu Feiyang rotated several times in mid-air, changing directions several times, carefully avoiding the touch of those gauze.

The man in white who manipulated the white gauze suddenly began to change his footwork, and surrounded Chu Feiyang, who had passed through several layers of white gauze, in the center, and quickly gathered towards the center where Chu Feiyang was.

This time, it was truly unavoidable, surrounded by a graceful veil with poisonous poison, and only a few figures were looming behind the veil.

Chu Feiyang pursed his pale lips. He didn't want to kill the killer, because he was now surrounded by the internal power of Donglong Pavilion. Once he let go, he was not sure he could control it.

It's just that at the moment, these people who have made an inch do not give him a chance to forgive.

What's even worse is that, I don't know if it is because of Donglong Pavilion's internal force in the body, Chu Feiyang obviously feels that he can't keep calm and indifferent, just the pressing step by step of these men in white provokes a trace of uncontrollable in his heart. of hostility.

But this is clearly not the time to worry about it. Chu Feiyang narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't need to look at it with the naked eye, just based on the breath of those people, he knew how many people in white were approaching him, and the position of each person was clearly visible.

The internal force slowly poured into the sword body through the palm of the hand, and the full internal force forced the sword blade Weng Weng to tremble, as if it was about to explode.

Like the limbs extending from the body, it can be controlled freely between release and retraction. This sense of control has surpassed the internal force that is perceived through daily practice. It is a higher level.

Chu Feiyang felt a strange sense of satisfaction and pride in his heart.

This kind of emotion seems to be more able to stimulate each other with the internal force of Donglong Pavilion. Everything was in a flash, and Chu Feiyang couldn't think about it. As soon as his mind moved, dozens of sharp sword winds could not wait to fly out from the blade.

There were only a few short and painful screams, and there were several loud bangs, and the man in white fell heavily with white gauze and red blood all over the sky.

The sky above the courtyard opened up instantly. The place where the man in white fell will inevitably overwhelm some people.

There were several screams one after another, whether it was stimulated by death, or was infected with the poison on the white gauze. But at this time, no one has time to take care of them.

Chu Feiyang landed from mid-air and landed in front of Jun Shuying.

Jun Shuying threw the elder he rescued to Qinglang and ran behind Chu Feiyang.

"Flying!" Jun Shuying called out.

Chu Feiyang turned to look at him.

When he met that look, Jun Shuying's heart suddenly shuddered, and the worries and complaints in his original cavity cooled down instantly, as if he was in a world of ice and snow.

What kind of eyes are those? ! With indifference, with strangeness, with blood-devouring and cruelty.

That was definitely not the usual Chu Feiyang.

"You!" Jun Shuying couldn't help raising the hilt of the sword and slammed it on Chu Feiyang's shoulder.

This time, Chu Feiyang woke up. He blinked, the things in his eyes receded like a tide, and his black eyes returned to their usual gentleness and amiability.

"Shuying, why are you hitting me?" Chu Feiyang whispered, raising his hand and rubbing his aching shoulder.

But now is not the time for small talk, Chu Feiyang and Jun Shuying retreated to Qinglang together.

The saint pushed away Yu'er's support. Only in the moment just now, she secretly used her internal breath to recover for a while, and the internal injury in her body was temporarily controlled.

Yu'er looked at the people in white who fell on the slate, the blood stained their clothes and the slate below them red. Yu'er bit her thin lower lip, and there seemed to be grief in her eyes, but she didn't make a sound.

The saint took two steps forward and looked straight at Chu Feiyang.

She didn't speak, Chu Feiyang could only say first: "Sage, you have taken everything back, so why do you want to kill again. These elders have no threat to you at all, so why should you kill them all? Lianshan people are kind-hearted by nature. , how can you bear it?"

When the saint heard the words, she suddenly smiled. There was no trace of irony in that smile. It seemed to be a really happy smile.

"Chu Feiyang, do you know?! I've always wondered why you can speak these sane words so sincerely, as if your heart is so pure and compassionate." The saint looked at Chu Feiyang and said: "But after hearing it a lot, it seems that I really believe it."

"Pity the heavens and others, and pity yourself. If you can understand, it's not too late to turn back now." Chu Feiyang said calmly.

The saint suddenly raised her head and laughed like crazy.

"Killing evil?! Going back?! I've been killing people since I can remember. It's as common as eating and sleeping. I want to drink blood, I want to drink poison. I turned out to be a sinner! My path is only a fog, and Chu Daxia taught me how to turn back?!"

Jun Shuying pulled Chu Feiyang's sleeve and put it on it: "Don't pay attention to this saint, we are just here to save people, it's important to get out and leave as soon as possible."

Chu Feiyang had already broken the poisonous gauze formation that could block the way for the three of them, and it was much easier to break out of the encirclement now. What Jun Shuying is most worried about is nothing else, but the inner strength of Donglong Pavilion on Chu Feiyang. The look in his eyes just now made him linger in fear. When Chu Feiyang was on Qilin Island, it was enough for Chu Feiyang to be crazy, and he definitely didn't want to do it again.

Chu Feiyang felt exceptionally good at this moment, too good to be abnormal. It seems that all the weakness and discomfort since the poisoning have been driven away, and the whole body is filled with fresh energy, and even the eyes and ears are a hundred times clearer than usual.

It's just that he knew in his heart that this was abnormal, and he didn't know what the consequences would be if he continued. No matter what the **** the saint is going to do, now is not the time to stay with her.

Chu Feiyang looked at Cheng Xuexiang across the crowd, and then nodded to Jun Shuying and Qinglang: "Let's go!"