The two chased each other in the sky, going back and forth. Because the distance was too close, Feng Lengchan's earth-level blue arrows were always blocked by his thunder silver gun.
He thought to himself, why is this kid so familiar with Bai Hong Qing Feather Steps? He is like brown candy and can't shake it off. If it weren't for my strong spiritual power, I would have been defeated by his gun. Do I have to...
Use that trick?
Ji Jinghou was also frightened. If he hadn't practiced the Thunder Technique, there was no way he could have been his opponent with the Qingqiu Luoma Technique alone. From this point of view, the master's defeat was reasonable.
Normally, a duel between a gun and a bow would end quickly, with the two competing to see who was faster, but the battle in the air was very tense.
The two of them chased each other, and half a day passed.
Suddenly, Feng Lengchan stopped.
Ji Jinghou knew that this moment was coming, so he just listened to him.
"Boy, don't keep chasing me like this. I have an arrow. If you can catch it, I will lose."
Ji Jinghou was not polite and said calmly: "What I'm waiting for is your arrow."
"Okay, you're cool."
Feng Lengchan looked solemn and slowly opened his mouth, and he slowly pulled out a crystal arrow feather from his body.
"master."
"No! Master."
The disciples of the Shenyu Sect could not have imagined that this man would actually push their master to this point.
It turns out that after the disciples of the Shenyu Sect learn to bow, they will nurture a natal spiritual arrow in their bodies and will not use it unless necessary, because this natal arrow carries their own soul power and blood, and once it is damaged, it will cause great harm to themselves.
.
And Feng Lengchan gave birth to an ice arrow.
As soon as the ice arrow came out, the air around it shriveled and became cold. When the arrow feathers were placed behind the horn bow, it emitted a dazzling blue light. Gradually, half of the sky turned blue, and a half-circle of air shield was placed at the tip of the arrow.
appeared, making a slight sonic boom.
"Whether it's life or death, look at this arrow."
With one arrow drawn, Feng Lengchan seemed much older, his temples turning white at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his expression became even more ferocious.
"Boy, catch the arrow."
Instead of getting close, Ji Jinghou stepped back a hundred meters. He tightened his grip on the gun, and a trace of thunder swam out from his palm, and thunder exploded.
He glared angrily and shouted: "Shen Yumen, I will make you convinced that you have lost today."
A silver spear and a white horse, the spear comes out like a dragon, and the other half of the sky turns silver.
Blue arrows and silver guns, two air arcs collided fiercely in mid-air.
Sizzling————
The two huge energies remained stagnant for a while, and then exploded with a circle of spiritual power ripples.
Feng Lengchan's eyes darkened and he fell down weakly. He spoke with difficulty before falling into coma.
"Boy...you...win."
Ji Jinghou was also shaken and took a few steps back, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, but he still stood up holding his heart.
The disciples of the White Horse Hall below heard excited shouts, including a lot of crying.
Ji Yaduan had been standing there, already in tears.
Seeing the disciples of the Shenyu Sect receding like a tide, Ji Jinghou did not stop him. He spent time with Huahe day and night, and it was inevitable that his body would be stained with the fragrance of Buddha. If he could avoid killing people, he would not kill them.
Turning around, Ji Jinghou forced out a smile. He himself didn't realize that this expression was exactly the same as that of the man in seclusion. Perhaps it was because he was grateful to him at this time.
"master."
Ji Jinghou's master voice is no different from his previous voice. It was the same before and it is still the same now.
Ji Yaduan touched the corners of his eyes with his sleeves and said, "Hey, he has nothing to be embarrassed about. After all, he has already died once."
After settling the injured disciples, Ji Yaduan took him to a secret room.
There was a broken gun lying on the long desk in front of the secret room. Ji Jinghou recognized this object at a glance.
"Thunder Gun?"
"Yes, that's it."
This gun was broken by Hun Xiaotian's grandfather with a punch on Qiwu Mountain, and now it was recovered by him.
"Is it because of this that the Shenyu Sect is so eager to take action?"
"Yeah! Exactly."
"No wonder that's the case."
Ji Yaduan grabbed the two broken spears in his hands and said with emotion: "In the past, our ancestors used this spear to open up a thousand-year glory of the spear gate. Now the spear gate is in the same situation as it."
, cut into two pieces, this is really God’s will!”
When he said this, Ji Jinghou also felt that it was somewhat similar.
Ji Yaduan put the two broken spears together and raised them above his head, and said with a solemn expression: "Jinghou, I will teach you this spear now, and you have to recast it."
Of course Ji Jinghou knew that he had another meaning. The thunder spear was the inheritance token of the head of the Jing Lei Sect. He hurriedly said: "Master, no."
Ji Ya was startled for a moment, feeling a little sad in her heart.
"Jinghou, are you still blaming me?"
"Master, no, no matter who was the leader back then, they would have made the same decision. If I still hated you, I would not come back today."
"Then...why don't you accept the gun?"
Ji Jinghou's performance today is fully qualified for the position of leader, and even the unification of the gun sect is a matter of course. If it were him, without the support of Thunder Jue, he would be criticized by others. Such a perfect successor,
Where else to look for it? That's why he was so eager to let Ji Jinghou take over as the leader.
Ji Jinghou said: "I can go back to Senior Sister Qin for help with the Thunder Spear. It shouldn't be difficult. It's not the right time to take over as the leader."
"Senior Sister Qin? Are you the Qin from Binggu?"
"It's her."
The short buds of the season are pleasing to the eye.
"It would be great if we could ask Bing Gu to help."
Seeing that he showed no resistance, he safely put the spear back to its place.
"What about the timing you mentioned?"
Ji Jinghou's statement is actually a deliberate refusal, not wanting to take over as the head of the White Horse Hall. Compared with the boring preaching and teaching, the first seat of the White Horse Peak is much more enjoyable, unrestrained and free, and there are so many things that can fit together in the Twelve Finger Sword Mountain
Senior brother. The key is that there is another person in Nanhai, so he opened his mouth and said:
"First, the disciple still wants to practice for a few more years. Second, the disciple still has favors to repay and cannot leave Nanhai for the time being."
"Favor?"
"That's right, it's a favor to teach disciples the Thunder Technique."
"Oh!" Ji Yaduan suddenly became very interested. He wanted to ask about the Thunder Jue several times, but he never had the chance to speak.
Ji Jinghou briefly told Hun Xiaotian how he understood the Thunder Technique in the Blood Demon Cave and how he imparted it to him selflessly.
After hearing this, Ji Yaduan was astonished. He had a photographic memory and realized the true secret. There are such strange people in this world! No wonder he can cause such a big storm in the world, thinking that his apprentice has already competed with the best generation of young talents in the world.
Jun became a senior brother, and I felt happy for him from the bottom of my heart.
"You must repay such a great kindness, and you must do your best to repay it. It seems that I made the most correct decision by letting you go to the South China Sea to practice. Without meeting him, the Thunder Technique may have been lost."
Ji Jinghou nodded in agreement.
Ji Yaduan is also a mature man. After all he has said, he is still reluctant to part with Nanhai. What is the conflict between returning favors and becoming the leader? But he can understand, after all, young people still like to be with young people.
He suddenly slapped the chair and said: "Let's do it! You take over as the leader first, and unify the gun sect in your name first. I will be your acting leader and help you take care of the affairs of the sect. If you want to stay in Nanhai, you can stay in Nanhai."
, come back if you want to."
"this……"
Ji Jinghou thought about it, and it was not impossible as long as he was not allowed to return to the White Horse Hall, but it would be a bit unfair to him as a master. After all, it was not etiquette.
Ji Yaduan said again: "Jinglei Hall exists in name only. Those families are helpless at this time. Unifying the gun sect is the most urgent matter. If you really don't want to be the leader, wait until this matter is stabilized before returning the money."
That’s me, as for other things, don’t think too much about it.”
Ji Jinghou felt that what his master said was reasonable, so he nodded in agreement and went back to the White Horse Hall. He actually straightened the position of the head and was able to become a hands-off shopkeeper. This made Ji Jinghou feel a little worried about gains and losses.
…
night
The Shenyu Forest was filled with depression. The cooked duck not only flew away, but also jumped up and pecked itself. The most important thing was that the duck's wings were hard, so it would inevitably turn into an eagle and peck out its eyes in the future.
It was a starry sky, but it started to rain, drizzle, continuous drizzle.
Feng Lengchan's natal spiritual arrow was destroyed, and his power was reduced by seven or eight levels. Not long after he woke up, he suddenly jumped up from the bed, pushed away the disciples who came to see him, and shouted: "Go quickly, go quickly..."
A zombie was suspended in the sky above this mountain forest. Under the moonlight and on the earth, all living creatures in this area were as silent as cicadas. The drizzle could not penetrate the transparent spiritual shield around him, and the black figure slowly sank. When he fell,
At that moment, the light of the sword flashed, and the drizzle turned into a rain of blood.
The god of death descends and screams across the land.
Of the more than a hundred disciples of the Shenyu Sect, only a few escaped. The rest were all missing their heads, including Feng Lengchan, who returned from serious injuries. This chapter has been completed!