Volume 3 Chapter 27 The Dark Demon is severely injured
Wu Shuang reacted quickly. After hearing Yun Fei's cry, he suddenly stepped back. Not only did he avoid the assassin's attack, but he also released a cloud-breaking technique. The cloud-like magic attack instantly hit the assassin's body.
On the body, the opponent thought that his sneak attack would be successful, but unexpectedly, the righteous woman in front of him not only dodged the attack, but also shot at him. He didn't react for a while and was hit in the chest by Po Yun Jue.
The assassin's body flew away under the huge energy of Po Yun Jue. Wu Shuang's eyes flashed with murderous intention, and he quickly shot at the assassin who flew out. The sword shadows emitted from the Xiaguang Divine Sword,
The harsh attack landed on the assassin's chest. Immediately, the clothes in front of the assassin were stained red with blood. It could be seen from his painful expression that he could not survive.
This scene was also seen by the Dark Demon, and he was extremely angry. He wanted to help his subordinates after finishing Yun Fei, in order to kill all the righteous people. As long as the righteous people were killed, even if there were thousands of people in Pingyuan City,
Even with thousands of troops and horses, it can be easily removed. What he didn't expect was that it would end like this.
The Dark Demon's gaze shifted to Yun Fei again. Although the murderous aura on his body was not as strong as before, it was not much different. The flying disc in his hand trembled slightly, and a trace of blood slid down his shoulder and fell on his hand. He had resisted the surging wind just now.
At that time, it was obvious that he was seriously injured, but the injury was not serious and did not show on his face.
Yun Fei's figure flashed and came to the air ten feet away from the Dark Demon, and said in a solemn voice: "Do you still want to continue?" He had a smile on his face, as if he didn't consume much true energy at all when he used Wind and Cloud Surge.
Dark Demon glared at Yun Fei angrily and said with a sneer: "Yes, you are very powerful. If I meet you again next time, I will never give you a chance to take action." At this moment, he truly understood the reason why Yun Fei was so powerful.
Talking to him so much was just a matter of using the time spent talking to secretly gather magic.
There is no medicine for regret in the world. Dark Demon glanced at Yun Fei angrily, and then shouted loudly in the direction of the city gate: "Let's go." After saying that, his figure flashed and moved towards the south at an astonishing speed.
Disappeared in the sky in the blink of an eye.
The dark demon left, but the assassins on the city wall were not so lucky. Except for hundreds of people who successfully escaped, the rest all died in the hands of Yun Qi and others. Of course, Yun Fei and others did not kill too many assassins.
Most of them died in the hands of that Confucian master, which shows what level of cultivation the other party has reached.
This battle should not have ended like this. Dark Demon's idea was right, but he did not expect that Yun Fei, who looked weak, was actually the one who hurt him. After the assassin escaped, the soldiers of Pingyuan City who did not die suddenly cheered
Get up, throw down your weapons, and embrace each other.
Sun Jianbo's figure flashed and appeared on the city wall. Yun Qi and others also put away their magical weapons and landed beside him. Everyone was stained with blood, but no one was injured. In fact, the moral conduct of everyone was no better than those of the assassins.
How much, but the Confucian masters were present and Yunfei held back the dark demon again. In the end, the battle was completely one-sided.
The Confucian master suddenly appeared in front of everyone. There was not much energy fluctuation in the air, as if he appeared out of thin air. Yun Fei was horrified that the opponent's cultivation level had actually reached this level, and he still exuded a powerful aura during the battle.
, I didn’t feel anything at all at this moment, and he looked more like an elegant man.
Yun Fei can also control the true energy in his body, but he will never be able to feel it at all like this Confucian master. Yun Fei thought to himself: Maybe he can only do it if he has cultivated to a realm above Nascent Soul! He thought of it.
Here, I suddenly looked at the other party. The other party was wearing a white robe, with a straight waist, and a pair of deep eyes full of wisdom.
When the Confucian cultivator saw Yun Fei and others, he smiled slightly, imitating the appearance of Taoist cultivators, and cupped his hands and said, "You must be disciples from the Piaomiao Sect?" Although the Taoist spells were used by everyone, he couldn't be sure.
Sun Jianbo cupped his hands and replied: "Hello, senior, my junior's name is Sun Jianbo. These are my junior brothers and junior sisters."
The other party nodded and said: "My surname is Fu Mingbo, just call me by my name from now on."
Sun Jianbo quickly waved his hands and said: "How is this possible?"
Fu Bo smiled slightly and said: "What's wrong with this? Even if we are both practitioners and not from the same sect, seniority shouldn't matter!" After saying that, he looked at Yunfei, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then
He asked: "This brother's magic skills are quite strange. The sword in his hand must be the Fengyun Divine Sword that has been lost for many years!"
Seeing Fu Bo's polite appearance, Yunfei suddenly felt good in his heart and hurriedly cupped his hands and said: "Junior Yunfei, please..."
Fu Bo shook his head and interrupted Yunfei: "You don't need to call me senior, just call me Fu Bo."
"This..." Yunfei hesitated for a moment and then said: "Senior, how is this possible!" The other person had a beard and was silver-white. Judging from his age, he was at least sixty years old. This senior brother, regardless of
I couldn't scream at all. I took a breath of cold air in my heart. The other party's cultivation was so profound that he probably wouldn't be able to do it if he hadn't been there for hundreds of years.
Fu Bo could tell at a glance that Yun Fei was joking. He stroked the beard on his chin and said something that surprised everyone: "Do you think I am very old?"
Everyone was silent for a while and looked at Fu Bo in confusion. Yunfei moved his mouth a few times but never said what he was thinking. He thought to himself: Although he didn't know how old Fu Bo was, judging from his appearance, he looked very good.
Like an old man.
Since there was no expression on Yunfei's face, Fu Bo couldn't tell what he was thinking.
Seeing that no one answered, Fu Bo smiled slightly and said, "Maybe we Confucian practitioners are all dressed like this!"
Sun Jianbo nodded and said: "Senior said that the last time I participated in the Zhengdao competition, the Confucian masters who were the same age as me were also dressed like this."
Fu Bo nodded and said seriously: "Yes, although we practice Confucian magic, we can also increase our lifespan, but unlike you ascetics, our appearance is not restricted by age. As long as we practice to the Nascent Soul, we can always maintain the same appearance.
Despite my appearance, I am actually over a hundred years old, so..." At this point, he said with a smile: "You should call me Senior Brother!"
Everyone was relieved. Sun Jianbo was the oldest, but his Taoism was not much higher than that of Fu Bo. In the world of cultivation, those with higher Taoism are better. Senior brother Sun Jianbo also called him this. Everyone who is also a cultivator
Understand that the further you practice to the end, the harder it is to increase your true energy. To be able to cultivate the Four Books and Five Classics of Confucianism to this level in a hundred years is considered a rare genius.
The cold wind blew, bringing a bit of coolness, and a group of soldiers ran over from under the city wall. The leader was Wang Shun, followed by more than a dozen soldiers. Wang Shun's body was covered with blood, and the armor on his right arm was covered with blood.
A deep scratch was made, and it could be seen that he had suffered some injuries during the battle just now.
Wang Shun walked up to Fu Bo and said respectfully: "City Lord, you are finally back." His face was full of excitement, even a little excited.
Everyone was shocked again. Fu Bo turned out to be the lord of Pingyuan City, but where had he been these days?
Fu Bo looked around the city gate and said solemnly: "Wang Chengwei, clean up this place and report the number of dead to me tomorrow."
Wang Shun replied: "Yes, Lord City Lord."
Fu Bo nodded and said to Yun Fei and others: "Brothers, please follow me to the mansion to talk."
"Please." Sun Jianbo made a gesture of invitation and followed Fu Bo towards the city gate.
At this moment, only Wang Shun's voice was heard: "What are you doing here, why don't you protect the city lord." His voice was slightly angry, and there was a hint of pain in it. So many soldiers had died, and as a person who accompanied him day and night,
How could the city guard not feel uncomfortable in his heart?
After Fu Bo, who was walking at the front, heard this, he walked towards the city wall and said solemnly: "Let them clean up the battlefield here! Don't worry about me."
Wang Shun replied: "Yes, City Lord." He knew in his heart that the City Lord's cultivation was unfathomable, and with so many cultivators following him, even if an assassin attacked by surprise, it would not be easy to succeed.
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In less than a moment, they arrived at the center of Pingyuan City, where the residence of the city lord of Pingyuan City was located. Although Sun Jianbo had gone down the mountain many times to slay demons, he had never seen the city lord, let alone come to the city lord's mansion. He saw the tall mansion.
I secretly marveled that the area of the mansion was much larger than all the rooms where the Piaomiao Sect disciples lived.
I saw the three characters Pingyuan Prefecture written on the wooden tablet of the mansion. The characters were vigorous and powerful, with an air of elegance unique to Confucian practitioners. There were four soldiers standing in front of the door, two on each side. They were all wearing exquisite clothes.
They were wearing armor and had long swords hanging on their waists. Judging from their attire, they were not practitioners. They had practiced martial arts for a few years at most.
At this moment, an old man who looked like a housekeeper came up from the mansion and said respectfully: "City Lord, you are finally back." Having heard this sentence more than once, you can imagine that the City Lord was very nervous after going out.
It is hard to imagine that there is no city lord in the city. No wonder those demonic people would choose to attack Pingyuan City, which has an advantageous geographical location.
After all, Yun Fei and others are all ascetics and do not understand the affairs of the human world. Even Sun Jianbo, who has gone down the mountain many times, does not know the whole story, because there is no record of the internal affairs of Zhongxia City in the books in the Piao Miao Sect.
. However, after thinking about it, everyone understood that the lord of a city must be the only practitioner in the city, and his Taoism is profound.
Fu Bo nodded, held the steward's shoulder, and said with concern: "Thank you for your hard work, steward Liu. I know everything that happened in the city recently. As long as I am here, the demonic people will never be so rampant."
Butler Liu was moved in his heart and said in a condensed voice: "City Lord, you have just come back, please come to the lobby and rest!"