This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

    The front yard of Folding Sword Villa soon became a mess.

    It was the sword formation that Fengci had just taught them today.

    Feng Ci knows very well that these are just procrastination.

    But he didn't care.

    But Pei Qianyue gently pushed him away.

    Fengci raised her eyebrows: "Don't you?"

    "No." Pei Qianyue's voice became much calmer, he smiled lightly, and whispered: "Master wants to coax me, you should show some sincerity."

     Feng Ci was a little confused by his accusation: "Why am I not sincere enough?"

    "Fake." Pei Qianyue said, "I don't want it."

    In this case, Pei Qianyue has a stubbornness that makes Fengci always difficult to understand.

    In terms of wind words, the body is just a body, and changing the body is like changing a piece of clothing.

    Pei Qianyue obviously cares a lot more than him.

    Careful that even if he changes back to his original appearance, he is reluctant to be too intimate.

    I don't know where the obsession came from.

    "Don't count."

    But Pei Qianyue held her back again.

    Fang's fingers moved up along Fengci's arm, groped for the back of Fengci's neck, and leaned slightly: "But it seems that if you don't do anything, it will be a bit of a loss."

    He said, bowing his head slightly.

    Put a kiss at the end of Feng Ci's eyes.

    A tiny mole that is very light in color, not close or even at all is printed on it.

    There was a sudden roar in the sky above the two of them, as if thunder exploded, and someone was forcibly breaking through the sword formation. The sky was cloudy and cloudy, and the light and shadow generated by the collision of spiritual power were dazzling.

    Under the sky, in this unknown corner, two young people embraced each other quietly.

    He couldn't help shrinking, and Pei Qianyue let him go.

    "Wait for the master to find his body." Pei Qianyue raised his hand and gently rubbed his mole, and said in a low voice, "Everything I want, I will get it back."

    ***

    The front mountain of Folding Sword Villa, all the brothers are waiting in line.

    The brothers Xiao Chengxuan and Xiao Chenghuan stood side by side in the middle of the crowd, holding their breaths and looking at the mountain gate.

    Today, with the help of Feng Ci, a total of 32 defensive barriers were set up from the foot of the Zhejian Villa to the mountain gate, and even every entry and exit passage. As the last sword formation just fell, Folding Sword Villa was almost wrapped like an iron barrel.

    Splendid rays of light exploded in the sky, Xiao Chenghuan looked anxious: "Brother, can this sword formation really hold up?"

    Can it hold up?

    How long will it last?

    Xiao Chengxuan also asked Fengci this question.

    Feng Ci's answer at the time was that if he came to break the formation, with the strength of Folding Sword Villa, at most he could stop him for a single stick of incense.

      Immediately someone helped him aside, and at the same time, another younger brother drew a sword tactic to make up for what he lacked.

    This is the problem.

    It's not that Feng Ci's sword formation is not strong enough, but the people who maintain the sword formation are too weak.

    There are generally no strong defensive formations in the cultivation world today, such as sword formations, talisman formations, spell formations, and weapon formations.

    The strongest among them is the sword formation created by the ancestor Qianqiu.

    Different from other defensive formations, the sword formation requires the concerted efforts of everyone. Once the essentials are obtained, even a lowly cultivator can create a powerful sword formation.

    This is the only way the weak wins the strong.

    "It's just consuming." A voice came from behind everyone.

    Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue finally arrived late.

    He walked over to the two brothers and looked up at the sky. So far, the real culprit behind the scenes has not been revealed, but just from the light of spiritual power hitting the sword formation, we can see how strong Fang Xiuwei is.

    Such a strong cultivation base cannot be stopped by just relying on the defensive formation.

    Feng Ci's intention was never to shut Fang out.

    All these defenders have a purpose.

    Consumption.

    Use the power of the entire Folding Sword Villa, at all costs, to exhaust the strength of the party.

    Spiritual power slammed into the barrier of the sword array, like a thunderous sound, deafening. But just under this violent sound, everyone present suddenly heard an extremely slight crisp sound.

    Xiao Chengxuan's pupils tightened suddenly, and shouted: "Take it down! Take it down!"

    But he was a step slower.

      Xiao Chengxuan hurried forward two steps, grabbed the younger brother who was closest to him, but was knocked flying by the huge impact, and fell to the ground ruthlessly, choking out a mouthful of blood.

    Xiao Chengxuan saw a figure coming from the sky in the distance.

    A person.

    Break the thirty-two defenses they carefully arranged, and even injured half of the brothers of Broken Sword Villa.

    There is one person in Fang.

    Who is this? !

    A never-before-seen cold fear emerged from the bottom of my heart, Xiao Chengxuan couldn't even see who was coming, and he could see Fang's white robes flying in the wind.

    Like a **** coming into the world.

    Invisible fear descended on Folding Sword Villa. In this dead silence, only one person stepped forward.

    The words of the wind were as heavy as water, and quickly slapped the nine stone pillars in the front yard, and made a mark with both hands on the chest: "Rise, form!"

    Nine stone pillars suddenly rose from the ground.

    The nine-turn mechanism has been improved by wind words, and its power is far greater than before. The cage spun rapidly, and nine types of attacks were sent out together towards the center, and the light instantly completely engulfed Dao's figure.

    Done?

    When his voice fell, a stone pillar suddenly exploded, and the cage was torn open by a slit.

    The knot in Feng Ci's hand changed.

    He recited the mantra silently, and the remaining stone pillars quickly gathered from all directions towards the center, tightly holding Fang's limbs.

    Then, the stone pillars lit up with blazing fire, and the figure in the middle fell rapidly from the air.

    Boom—

    The gravel splashed and the ground shook.

      Feng Ci stared ahead, but when the hustle and bustle dissipated, a figure stood straight on the ruins in front of the mountain gate.

    The man was flaming with flames, and the black smoke of the flames shot straight into the sky, burning him beyond recognition, and he couldn't even find a single piece of intact skin.

    He raised his head in the flames, his eyes far away.

    The eyes were still terribly bright.

    Feng Ci had a very strange feeling in her heart.

    Next, people.

    He stepped forward, and where he stepped, there were black blood marks on the ground. But as he stepped forward, the flames on his body faded quietly, the rotten flesh fell, and new skin and hair were regenerated.

    The plain white immortal robe wraps the young man's quickly repaired body, and the slender hair is spread out and hangs to the ground. The young man stood not far in front of Feng Ci and looked at him calmly.

    The eyes are quiet and unparalleled.

    It is the original appearance of Fengci.

    ***

    Feng Ci really couldn't stand the strange feeling of Zhang's face, and withdrew his eyes to look at Pei Qianyue.

    "Is this what you said was stolen?" Feng Ci said angrily, "Cheat."

    Pei Qian Yue's lips seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything.

    Feng Ci noticed that his expression became extremely pale.

    "You don't have to ask him." The young man said, even his voice was exactly the same as Fengci's original voice, "I can stand here, he is very helpful."

    The young man's eyes fell on Pei Qianyue, and he said softly, "Xiao Hei, you did a great job."

    "...Shut up." Pei Qianyue said coldly.

    Feng Ci frowned slightly.

    "But you shouldn't be my enemy." There was a trace of regret in the young man's eyes, "You know, this is the destiny."

    When the voice fell, Pei Qianyue suddenly swelled with Ling Lie sword intent.

    Since the reunion with Pei Qianyue, Feng Ci has always joked that his family is naive and stingy, and loves to get angry with him if they disagree. But this time, what he felt from Pei Qianyue was not the usual petty anger, but complete anger.

    "Pei Qianyue." Feng Ci whispered, but got no response.

    The slender sword body let out a weng cry because of the master's anger, Ling Ran's sword intent was overwhelming the others around him.

    "...Yes—!" Feng Ci heard someone behind him exclaim in a low voice.

    Even if they don't know what Pei Qianyue looks like, but they know the history of the city lord of Langfeng, and they know that the handle was made by the ancestor Qianqiu and passed on to his younger brother, and passed down by each city lord of Langfeng from generation to generation With sword.

    —Lonely Shadow.

    Pei Qianyue clenched the Guying Sword tightly, his body swept forward, and the slender blade cut through the void, unstoppable.

    The young man had no weapons in his hands, he raised his wide sleeves, and he took Ling Ran's chilling sword with his palm.

    Tear—

    The plain white fairy robe was smashed by the sword energy, and the swirl of spiritual power generated by the collision stirred in this messy courtyard. Every sword that Pei Qianyue made contained extremely terrifying killing intent. The young man could not defend and was forced to retreat step by step.

    The clothes are flying, the hair is flying, the young man looks at Pei Qianyue, his eyes are still soft, even with a little praise: "Compared with three hundred years ago, your cultivation has improved a lot. ."

    “…you, shut up, shut up.”

    Pei Qianyue's expression was tense, and his voice almost squeezed out of his teeth.

    The young man wanted to say something, but his face suddenly changed.

    In the air, a pure sword qi suddenly came from the side, the young man stepped back in a hurry, a strand of hair was cut by the sword qi and fell gently to the ground.

    Pei Qianyue was also affected by this sword energy, he shook his body, and was firmly supported from behind.

    "What are you rushing for." Feng Ci grabbed Pei Qianyue's sleeve with one hand, and hung the other hand down, holding a long sword with a faint golden light in his hand.

    He snorted softly: "Leave me aside and fight him, what do you think of me as the master?"

    The anger on Pei Qianyue calmed down in an instant.

    He whispered, "Master..."

    Wind: "Hmm."

    Pei Qianyue stretched her brows and called out in a low voice, "Master."

    Feng Ci's eyes showed a smile: "Well, I'm here."

    He is here, not someone else, and there is something in front of him that I don't know what it is.

    Fengci tilted her head slightly, and whispered in Pei Qianyue's ear: "After the situation here is resolved, if you don't explain it to me, I will definitely take care of you."

    Pei Qianyue: "Okay."

    Wind Ci looked up at the young man not far away.

    The young man received his sword just now, and a deep wound was drawn from his shoulder to his arm, and blood spurted out, staining most of his robes red.

    He pressed the wound, blood was splattered on the side of his face, and his facial features were shockingly beautiful: "You shouldn't stop me."

    Feng Ci looked at him coldly: "Why don't I stop the person who bullied me in front of me."

    The young man slowly straightened his body, the wound that was deeply visible to the bone was quickly repaired, the damaged robe was restored, and soon, even the blood stained on his robe disappeared completely.

    Fengci frowned: "What the **** are you...?"

    His body has no self-healing ability, no matter how high his cultivation base is, no matter how long he lives, he is just a mere mortal.

    This is it.

    No consciousness, no breath, just an empty shell that can live.

    "You shouldn't stop me."

    Youth is a word.

    "Because of..."

    The young man raised his hand, his palms surging, and in the void, a slender sword that was exactly the same as Feng Ci's hand appeared.

    He pulled out his long sword inch by inch, and the surging sword intent surging all over his body shot straight into the sky like a whirlpool.

    The young man stood in the center of the whirlpool, and his eyes were coldly reflected by the sharp sword.

    He looked at Feng Ci from a distance and said calmly, "I am you."