Although Feng Yue's tone was surprised, his eyes did not change at all, not even squinting or raising his eyebrows.
This young man has a vague sense of having experienced the splendid vicissitudes of the world.
The Shadow Guard is the one who sees it most clearly.
He had seen this kind of vicissitudes of life in another person.
Yang Wanli.
Could it be that Li Jinxing's lineage comes with such vicissitudes of life? Otherwise, why would he, a mere young man in his thirties, have such vicissitudes of life?
He was thinking about this problem, and it wasn't until a rainbow lit up in the distance that he realized the content of Feng Yue's words.
Xueyun Magic Sword is here?
He frowned, feeling that the situation was not good.
The realm of Xueyun Magic Sword was not as good as that of the Craftsman God Qi Luozhu, but he felt faintly afraid. This was an emotion he had never felt when facing Qi Luozhu.
As a disciple of the Xueyun Sect, I know very well that that sect may seem normal, but in fact it is all insane.
If Feng Yue only used Shanhe Che as a guarantee, he had no confidence that he would survive in Xue Wuhen's hands.
If Feng Yue was smart enough, he probably wouldn't be sure either.
Almost as soon as it came into sight, Changhong arrived here.
This description is not accurate either.
To be precise, Changhong stopped five directions away.
Feng Yue finally raised his eyebrows, finding this matter quite interesting.
Shanhe chess is named after rivers and mountains, with the honor of the five directions, and its full name is Wufang·Shanhe.
Xueyun's magic sword stayed outside the mountains and rivers, which meant that the plot of Feng Yue easily defeating the Medicine Saint and the Craftsman God could not happen again.
With his strength, he can slowly break through Shanheqi's defense. After all, the attack power of Feijian cannot be measured by ordinary levels.
To take a step back, even if he cannot break through Wufang Mountains and Rivers, this place is Yanbei after all, and the passage of time will be more beneficial to Xueyun Sword.
Thinking of this, Feng Yue sighed again.
"I have always been unable to figure out a question. You are Xueyun Sword after all. How could you suddenly come to such a desolate place? Even if you are traveling, Xu Hai is a better place. There are cults there, there is the Weeping Blood Sword, and there are
The Soul Capturing Bell, the Corpse Taming Bell..."
"Don't you know? My precious apprentice is in Yanbei Palace, and his father wants to force him into the world of mortals. I can't allow this to happen." Xue Wuhen replied lazily, and then looked at the two people lying on the ground.
The man and the person standing narrowed their eyes slightly, "This...did you do this?"
Feng Yue spread his hands, "Do you think I have this strength?"
Xue Wuhen said: "If you had this ability now, wouldn't you embarrass us old guys?"
Feng Yue chuckled and said, "Then what else do you ask?"
Xue Wuhen said: "Of course it won't work with your strength, but it might be possible with other things."
Feng Yue felt a little troubled.
Xue Wuhen continued: "There has been no news about Li Jinxing for hundreds of years. Is he planning to start a civil war among the human race just after he was born?"
Feng Yue said: "Sir, you don't have this idea. You know, you have always been kind and kind..."
Xue Wuhen interrupted him and cursed: "Fuck benevolence. If Li Jinxing can be called benevolent, then I will be a saint!"
Feng Yue smiled bitterly, "Why is it necessary for the magic sword?"
Xue Wuhen waved his hand, "Let me ask you, where is Li Jinxing now?"
Feng Yue said: "How can I know the teacher's whereabouts?"
Xue Wuhen snorted, "Don't want to say it? That doesn't matter. Anyway, when the time comes when Wufang Mountains and Rivers fall into the Sinking Sword Pond, Li Jinxing will appear on his own."
Feng Yue felt that the situation was even more troublesome.
He turned to look at the shadow guard and said, "Is it possible for you to take me out of here?"
From the time Xue Wuhen appeared until now, the shadow guard has been trying his best to weaken his sense of existence. He was afraid that Xue Wuhen would notice him, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. At this moment, he suddenly heard Feng Yue directly pointing the spearhead at him, and his whole body was filled with panic.
Shocked, I was so frightened that I couldn't even speak.
Only then did Xue Wuji notice the shadow guard, "Chen Yang, if you have the courage, you can pull out the sword."
It turns out that Shadow Guard’s real name is Chen Yang.
His face was uncertain, but finally he seemed to have made some kind of determination, and slowly pulled out the sword, pointing at the Xueyun Magic Sword from a distance.
A look of appreciation appeared in Feng Yue's eyes.
Xueyun Fajian raised his eyebrows, feeling that this guy had let him down a bit, so he decided to do something.
There was a crisp sword cry.
A snow-white sword appeared in front of Xue Wuhen.
With the appearance of the sword, the scene suddenly became colder for a few minutes.
White crystals fell from the sky.
The shadow guard roared angrily and drew his sword several times in front of him, outlining an airtight sword formation. The snowflakes were chopped into pieces before they fell into the sword formation and turned into curls of water vapor.
Xue is very famous in Xueyun Sect.
Not because the first word of Xueyun Sect is snow, but because the sword master Xue Qianzhang's Taoist sword... is snow.
The sky is covered with shadows and no moon can be seen, and the whole world is covered with snow.
The shadow guards didn't dare to let the light snow get close to them.
Xue Wuhen looked at the sword formation and pointed a finger.
The flying sword followed the finger pointing, and instantly crossed the five directions and arrived in front of the sword array.
It's like hitting a mirror with a hammer.
Or the porcelain bowl fell from the table to the floor.
A very clear voice sounded in the field.
The sword array broke in response.
At this moment, Shadow Guard and Feng Yue suddenly disappeared and reappeared on a boulder not far away in an instant.
The shadow guard's face was pale and he was breathing heavily.
Two fingers were broken on his right hand, and blood was pouring out.
Xue Wuhen's expression became darker. According to his estimation, even with the help of Shanhe Qi, Chen Yang would have to lose at least one hand.
Feng Yue's eyes became deeper. According to his opinion, with Shanhe Chess around, Chen Yang would not be injured anyway.
The result of this trial made neither of them satisfied, but in the final analysis, Xue Wuhen wanted to make more money.
Because he was sure that Shan He Qi's reversal speed could not match his flying sword.
So he decided to take action directly.
At this moment, he was suddenly startled.
Suddenly a person appeared in the field.
The man had white hair and was wearing a blue shirt that had been washed until it turned white. His sleeves were empty and fluttering in the wind. His other hand was hanging by his leg. He looked quite shabby.
Xue Wuhen's face became heavier and her tone of voice became higher, "Li Shouli?"