"Oh? So what if I dare to appear in front of you?"
A cold snort full of coldness suddenly came from behind Sun Youfang.
His body immediately froze, and he could feel the cold murderous intent emanating from these words.
So without saying a word, Sun Youfang immediately poured his magic power into the magic weapon held in his palm, and in an instant, layers of brilliance spurted out from the seven-story tower.
When the radiance containing demonic energy covered his whole body, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately turned around and looked behind him.
A young man wearing brocade clothes and carrying a long sword at his waist stood a few feet behind Sun Youfang with a cold expression on his face.
His appearance was very ordinary, but there was a deep sparkle in his eyes. Just standing like that, his body exuded a murderous aura that was almost suffocating.
"Ready?"
The young man in brocade clothes raised his eyebrows, raised his head and said with a half-smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, a chill arose in Sun Youfang's heart, and a creepy feeling immediately enveloped his whole body.
However, before he could activate the magic weapon in his hand, he saw the young man in brocade clothes reaching for his waist, and immediately a cold light jumped into his eyes.
Whether it was Sun Youfang or Ji Yuan and others in the distance, there was only a bright sword light in their eyes at this time, as if the whole world was falling silent in an instant, and only this sword light would last forever.
clang!!!!!
A loud bang suddenly sounded, as if thousands of sunken bells were ringing at the same time. It made everyone present's ears hurt, and even their moods were shaken by the sound.
And under this terrifying sword light, even though Sun Youfang resisted with the magic weapon in his palm, he was still blown away by more than ten feet, and his feet dragged two long traces on the ground.
Even the brilliance released by the seven-story small tower on his body was trembling continuously under the light of the spatula, as if it was just a little short of collapsing and dispersing!
Everyone was shocked to see such a scene, and their eyes looking at the young man in brocade were filled with shock.
That is the body-protecting brilliance released by a magic weapon. Even if a second-level monk performs it with all his strength, it is impossible to cause any fluctuations in it!
"Hmph, it's just a borrowed magic weapon. While the original owner is still alive, it can only exert 30% of its power."
The young man in Jinyi said with a disdainful look: "On this basis, do you dare to ignore me, the swordsman of Mingjian Division?"
After hearing this, Ji Yuan and others realized that it was not that the magic weapon in Sun Youfang's hand was not strong, but that this magic weapon had another owner. Even if the magic weapon was voluntarily lent, the owner could only exert about 30% of its power at most.
That's all.
At the same time, everyone was even more shocked. They did not expect that the identity of the young man in Jinyi would be the sword holder of Mingjian Division!
No one is unfamiliar with this name, not to mention within the Dayu Dynasty, even among several surrounding countries, its reputation is still resounding.
Among the group of people, only Ji Yuan noticed the clues in advance, so he didn't show much surprise at this time.
However, before the other party appeared, he could not determine his identity. At first, he even thought it was Liu Hongsheng who had disappeared without a trace, or a certain expert who happened to pass by Qianyu City recently.
"Even if it is a borrowed magic weapon, it is more than enough to kill you."
Sun Youfang coughed lightly. Although murderous intent burst out in his eyes, his face could be seen to be a bit paler than before.
Obviously, even though he was protected by a magic weapon, he still suffered some serious internal injuries from the sword light just now.
After he said this, he lowered his head and glanced at the porcelain bowl in his hand. When he saw that most of the spiritual energy in it had gathered, a cruel look appeared on his face.
I saw him bite the tip of his tongue, and then spit out a mouthful of blood essence onto the seven-story small tower. But just for a moment, this magic weapon seemed to have released some kind of restriction, and demonic energy rolled out immediately.
In the midst of the demonic aura, hideous and terrifying faces appeared on the tower, and bursts of unpleasant and harsh screams were heard.
"town!"
Sun Youfang suddenly threw the small tower up. In a surge of demonic energy, the tower body, which was only a few inches in size, swayed and magnified ten times in the blink of an eye.
Amidst the shrill screams, the several-foot-long seven-story demon tower exuded strong demonic aura, roaring and suppressing the young man in brocade clothes.
However, when this person saw this, he remained unhurried and even looked a little uninterested.
When he raised the horizontal sword in his hand, half of his face was reflected on the bright blade, and then it suddenly flew through the air, creating a bright and dazzling sword light.
Just a loud noise was heard. Under the sharp edge of the sword, the billowing demonic energy was split into two. The brilliance flowing on it also collapsed immediately. Countless wails and screams disappeared, as if there was only one sword left in the world.
Ming.
Rumble!!!
The entire seven-story magic tower, which was several feet high, actually made a cry-like sound under the light of the sword, and then suddenly flew backwards, smashing into a large number of shops and houses more than ten feet away!
Almost at the same time, Sun Youfang's face suddenly turned as pale as a sheet of paper as if he was struck by lightning, and his aura and the mana in his body became extremely chaotic.
It wasn't until he spurted out several mouthfuls of blood that he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the abnormalities on his body gradually calmed down.
"That's it?"
The young man in brocade clothes smiled disdainfully, and with his wave of his hand, another blade of light shot out, slashing at Sun Youfang, who was more than ten feet away.
Seeing this scene, Sun Youfang had a solemn look on his face, but he still had some confidence. He kept retreating and at the same time made several seals with one hand.
However, in the next breath, his face suddenly changed, and dense cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He couldn't help but glance at the seven-story magic tower, which was mostly covered by ruins.
He looked at the magic weapon he relied on in disbelief, wondering why the connection between them had inexplicably ceased to exist!
But this was obviously not the time to delve deeper. Without the magic weapon to rely on, Sun Youfang's face suddenly lost confidence. Looking at the sword that was almost about to fall, he could only bite the bullet and push forward.
Countless demonic energy surged out of his body, condensing into round shields under the pull of magic power.
Then Sun Youfang gave a low shout, and the center of his eyebrows suddenly bloomed with light, and a small black hammer emerged from it.
At this moment, the bright sword light smashed into dozens of circular shields condensed by demonic energy, and then struck hard on the body of the small black hammer.
Click!
There was a crisp sound, and soon you could see that the small hammer was already covered with cracks.
In just a blink of an eye, the magic weapon that Sun Youfang's life and soul depended on suddenly collapsed under the light of the sword, turning into a large number of fragments and shooting out in all directions.
Sun Youfang's vision suddenly went dark, and he almost fainted. Countless indescribable pains erupted directly in the depths of his soul.
But he still endured the pain and used his last bit of strength to throw the porcelain bowl in his left hand in front of him.
With a 'ding' sound, the white porcelain bowl suddenly flew into the air, pulling the spiritual energy from all directions to fluctuate violently. In addition to the lake-like spiritual energy inside the mouth of the bowl, there was also a bright sword light flashing.
Bang!!!
After Sun Youfang threw the porcelain bowl, he completely fainted. He fell heavily to the ground, and beads of blood came out from under his skin.
In just the blink of an eye, this person's body was covered in the smell of blood, and his aura became vague, as if it would be completely cut off at any time.
The young man in golden clothes walked slowly over, glanced at Sun Youfang on the ground, and then waved the horizontal sword in his hand, but this time there was no flash of light from the sword, only a cold light flashed away.
When he turned around and walked away for more than ten steps, a line of blood spurted from Sun Youfang's neck. When he looked again, he could see that a head had been separated from the body.
Even in the reaction of everyone, not only was all the vitality in this person's body cut off, but even his three souls and seven souls seemed to be completely destroyed by that one, and there was no possibility of reincarnation.
Seeing such a scene, Ji Yuan and others were secretly frightened. The opponent was the knife wielder of Mingjian Division. Not only was he powerful, he was also decisive and ruthless in his attacks.
If they didn't know the cause and effect, as well as the identity of the two people, and just looked at the result, everyone would even think that he was the demonic person.
However, only by being so decisive and ruthless can he be called the sharpest sword of the Dayu Dynasty. His reputation alone can shock the world of martial arts and spiritual practice in several countries.
"Amitabha!"
Hui Xin clasped her hands together and recited a Buddhist chant in a low voice.
The next moment, Ji Yuan, who was familiar with his temperament, secretly sighed in his heart that something was wrong, and then reached out to stop him, but unfortunately it was still a step too late.
I saw that Huixin had taken a few steps forward, staring at the young man in brocade clothes who was walking with a knife, and asked with confusion in his eyes: "Since the donor has such a level of cultivation and is in Qianyu City, why didn't he wait in time?
It would be good to take action, even if it saves a few more people!"
After the words fell, Ji Yuan called out "Yuanbao" in his heart, and then a gap opened in the purple palace between his eyebrows.
Whenever there is a slight crisis, he will use all his strength to release the white jade flying sword and let it carry the sword energy lake in Zifu out.
The young man in jinyi stopped and glanced at Ji Yuan with a thoughtful look. He seemed to have sensed something, and the murderous look in his brows was much lessened.
After a moment, he turned to look at Huixin, with a little doubt in his eyes.
Bang!!!
The young man in Jinyi suddenly turned into an afterimage and appeared in front of Hui Xin in an instant. Immediately, he hit his lower abdomen with a knee. The forceful force directly caused his body to fly into the air, and then hit the ground heavily.
The other party stepped on his vest with the soles of his feet, and there was still some confusion in his eyes, but it didn't stop him from tightening his strength and twisting it a few times with his toes.
Seeing this scene, everyone stepped forward together, their energy and mana surging from their bodies, as if they would attack in groups if the opponent dared to act rashly.
"Stay back, everyone!"
But at this moment, Ji Yuan shouted loudly, stopping everyone's thoughts.
Under the gazes of doubtful eyes, he slowly shook his head and didn't explain much. He just looked at Hui Xin, who was stepped on the ground, with an unexplainable complex look in his eyes.
"First of all, I am the sword holder of the Mingjian Department of the Dayu Dynasty, and you are just a little monk, so you have no right to question me."
"Secondly, you are not able to save all the victims. That is because you are incompetent. Don't put the blame on me."
"Finally, my name is Xu Lin. I am in the middle stage of the Muscle and Bone Realm. I am the second-class swordsman of Mingjian Division in Luoxia County. If you feel dissatisfied, you can come to me at any time."
The young man in Jinyi named Xu Lin spoke slowly, his tone and demeanor were extremely arrogant, as if he didn't care about the world.
It's just that his words were not so much addressed to Hui Xin at his feet as to Ji Yuan who was a dozen steps away.
Hearing this, Ji Yuan nodded lightly towards the other party with gratitude in his eyes.
The reason why he allowed Xu Lin to do this was not because he was not worried about Huixin's safety, but because he was sure that the other party would not kill people or damage the foundation of Huixin, so he wanted to take this opportunity to let this ignorant monk be able to
Eat, live and learn some lessons.
Otherwise, if they are allowed to speak thousands of words, even if Huixin will listen to them, they will still act like this when something happens.
This behavior is almost instinctive and is a concept established since childhood. It will never be changed easily without a heavy blow.
"You should thank your friends."
Xu Lin shook his head, stepped hard on the monk who was missing a muscle, then slowly turned around and walked towards the porcelain bowl ten feet away, still absorbing the pure spiritual energy around it.
As he walked, he laughed at himself: "If I had such a friend who cared about me, I would really wake up laughing in my dreams!"
Everyone was silent, looking away from Xu Lin, and then looked at Hui Xin who was lying on the ground with a hint of unbearability.
At this time, Ji Yuan, supported by his senior brother Guo Tao, slowly walked to his side. He leaned on his long sword and squatted down with some difficulty.
Looking at Hui Xin with tears on his face, he also had a thousand words in his heart, but in the end, the countless advice and consolation just turned into a sigh.
To this friend who had been playing with him since he was a child, he only had Buddhism in his heart. He had already said everything that needed to be said, and he had done nothing less than what needed to be done.
"does it worth?"
Hui Xin looked at the soil in front of him blankly, and suddenly asked a question in a choked voice.
"Remember when I was seven years old, I climbed over the wall and sneaked into the backyard of Baiyun Temple?"
Ji Yuan thought for a while and said: "At that time I saw a young man, with pure eyes as if he were sitting cross-legged Buddha."
"Let me tell you a secret. I have never mentioned it to anyone."
"I used to be filled with resentment in my heart. I didn't understand why others had parents and even brothers and sisters, but I had nothing."
"In addition to Master loving me and loving me, among the nine senior brothers, only the fifth senior brother is really good to me. The other senior brothers even wish for me to disappear."
"How do you think a seven-year-old child can sneak out from under the noses of a group of adults?"
"Because I am Master's close disciple, because Master said when I was very young that the Xuantian Temple in the future would be handed over to me."
"So they hoped that I would get lost and never be found again, so that they could get back what 'rightfully belongs to them.'"
"Every time I sneak out of the Taoist temple and see those children of the same age, the resentment and malice in my heart are like overgrown weeds. I wish they would have an accident and that it would be best if their families were destroyed."
"It wasn't until I met you and saw the Buddha sitting cross-legged in your eyes that I realized how pitiful and pathetic I was."
"Master Wuhai and Shen Lang often said that all this is thanks to me taking care of you, otherwise you would have been beaten up long ago given your temperament."
"But I am the only one who knows that if it weren't for you, I would have developed inner demons, and would have walked down a crooked path, and I might have been killed by a passing knight one day."
Ji Yuan said a lot in one breath. Although there were still many words left unfinished, he did not say any more.
He stood up silently, and with Guo Tao's support, slowly walked towards Xu Lin in the distance.
As soon as he took seven or eight steps, he suddenly said: "There are some things that no matter how much others say, it is useless. I will not talk about these things again in the future. I hope you can figure it out for yourself."
As he finished speaking, Ji Yuan couldn't help but laugh at himself. He was also a 'nosy'. He obviously worried about it once or twice, but he couldn't help but repeat it several times.
That is to say, this monk lacks the strength. If it were anyone else, he would no longer even be a friend.
Some things either you think are good for the other person, or they are truly good for him.
sorry……
When Ji Yuan's footsteps gradually moved away, Huixin whispered to herself, and then fainted.
A vague evil spirit quietly blended into his state of mind at this moment. This chapter has been completed!