The breeze passed through the bamboo forest, and the slender and sharp bamboo leaves fell, like a rain of swords.

In an open field, the two stood facing each other, guarding each other.

The woman was dressed in a black military uniform, and her hair was tied up high, swaying gently in the breeze. Her entire arm was red with blood, and she leaned against the bamboo, trying to straighten up.

The man was wearing a white brocade robe, his face was handsome, but he was full of evil spirits, and his blood-red eyes looked very weird.

"You have been eroded by Yin Qi", Fang Xile's eyes flickered: "How long can you maintain this state?"

The wealthy merchant he met in the ancient temple only handed over part of his soul, and he was not a real ghost contractor, at most he was a slave of the ghost, and the ghoul he used had weak yin qi, so there was almost no yin qi on his body.

And Song Yucheng, his contract ghost thing is more powerful, and he is the possession type, which has a great influence on him.

Although after contracting with ghosts, there will be a certain resistance to yin qi, but after a long time, the physical body will still be eroded, unless it is a realm higher than the ghost thing, or there is a way to remove yin qi.

Song Yucheng's eyes only turned red at first, but now on his fingers, sharp black nails have grown, and he is transforming into the direction of ghosts little by little, and he may eventually become ghosts and lose himself.

After all, no one can perfectly harness the ability of ghosts.

"Haha," Song Yucheng stroked his palms and laughed, after being possessed, he was much more sincere: "I can't hold on for long, but aren't you the same? Can you still lift your arms and swing a knife?"

A large amount of blood gushed out from the wounds on the shoulders and arms, flowing down the arms and onto the hands, and the entire right hand was slippery and sticky.

However, Fang Xile didn't seem to care, and was still in the mood to chat.

"I still have a question, the Song family is already the largest family in Hongqing County, why did they still sign a contract with ghosts?"

"Revenge, of course!"

Song Yucheng's face was distorted, and he said viciously.

"We are from the Song family in Zhongzhou, just because of the failure of the competition for the patriarch, our group was squeezed out of the Song family, so they didn't let us go, killed my grandfather, forced us to leave the rich Zhongzhou, and came to this poor land of mountains and rivers, sooner or later we will go back to take revenge!"

"You... Born in Midstate?"

"No," Song Yucheng's tone was a little lost, and then he became excited: "Father said that we will go back." ”

"That's... Have you met your grandfather?"

“... Nope"

Fang Xile chuckled, looking at him with a hint of pity in his eyes: "In other words, you haven't seen your grandfather and haven't been to Zhongzhou, but you think that returning to Zhongzhou to take revenge is your life goal?"

Song Yucheng raised his head, and his blood-red eyes stared at her viciously: "Look at me like this again, and I will gouge out your eyes." ”

"Then why did you kill the county commander and the master of the Yu Gate?"

"Of course it's because they're in the way. ”

Song Yucheng giggled, the blood in his eyes became more and more vivid, and two long teeth grew out of his mouth.

The surrounding bamboo forest has also changed, no longer verdant green, but gray old green, looking crooked, like a beast with teeth and claws.

It's not just a distortion of vision, it's an illusion.

"Okay! You've got too many questions, so let me send you on your way!"

Song Yucheng stood in place, holding his hands emptyly, and a large cloud of yin qi gathered into his palm, forming a ball.

Fang Xile stood still and didn't move, and even closed his eyes slightly.

"Haha, have you given up resistance?

Song Yucheng waved his hand, and the yin qi mass crossed an arc and slammed into Fang Xile's abdomen.

"Bump—"

Suddenly, she flew out like a kite with a broken string and slammed into the ground.

"Poof—"

Fang Xile spurted out a mouthful of blood and lay on the ground panting.

"Sister!"

The steamed bun screamed, and he was about to run this way, but fortunately, Zhang Chao quickly held him down.

"Miss Fang!"

Zhang Chao exclaimed with an anxious face.

Fang Xile opened his eyes and shook his head at him.

Zhang Chao's complexion changed several times, but in the end, he still came according to patience, staring at the battlefield with a gloomy expression, pressing his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to support immediately when the situation was not right.

"Tsk, that's embarrassing!"

Song Yucheng said regretful words in his mouth, but a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he approached step by step.

At this time—

The yin qi that overflowed around was suddenly absorbed by an invisible vortex and surged towards Fang Xile.

Song Yucheng's expression changed, just a moment, he actually felt that the ghost thing in his body was afraid, and even the yin qi in his body was out of control.

"What's going on?"

The yin qi around him visibly decreased with the naked eye, and the strange-shaped bamboo became emerald green and straight again, and he directly withdrew from the state of ghost possession, and his pupils returned to black.

And the momentum on Fang Xile's body became stronger and stronger, with her as the center, the oppressive force of the three layers of the cyclone spread out in all directions.

Song Yucheng, who was facing her, felt it most clearly, and Zhang Chao in the distance also straightened up, and his mouth grew unconsciously.

"Breaking through?"

"Breakthrough on the spot!"

That's right, it's a breakthrough in battle, a word that all warriors have heard and yearned for. But like epiphany, they only hear their voices and don't see their people, and today, these two things happened to one person at the same time!

Genius, this is the real genius!

Song Yucheng was shocked in his heart, and his face showed bitterness.

If he had such a talent, the Song family probably wouldn't need to take risks and contract ghosts, as long as he waited for him to become a grandmaster, he would be able to return to Zhongzhou and the Song family with dignity.

Just as he was about to break through the fourth layer of the cyclone, the breath that had been climbing stopped.

Fang Xile opened his eyes, secretly regretting that he was almost able to be promoted to the fourth layer of the cyclone.

But that's fine, being promoted to two levels at once is too eye-catching, and it may cause trouble.

When the strength is weak, it is better to keep a low profile.

Even exercises that can restrain yin qi will be coveted.

If she knew, as long as the yin qi was sufficient, her cultivation speed would be ten times that of an ordinary martial artist, I am afraid that the grandmaster would have to pull down her face and snatch it.

"Whew"

Fang Xile let out a sigh of relief, got up slowly, took out a small pill and took it, under the effect of the pill, the blood from the wound finally stopped.

Her eyes fell on Song Yucheng, and Song Yucheng's face changed.

"Miss Fang, listen to me... It's all a misunderstanding..."

"Oh, what is the misunderstanding? Misunderstanding that you want to seize my exercises, or misunderstanding your contract ghosts?"

"I... I..."

Fang Xile took a step closer, and Song Yucheng took a step back.

"It's really cowardly, and I don't even have the courage to fight against ghosts. ”

A trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, but Song Yucheng quickly endured it, and said with a sincere face: "Miss Fang is a genius, Yucheng is ashamed and doesn't dare to fight with the girl." ”

Fang Xile laughed, hypocrisy!

She blasted out a palm, straight to his heart, although she had never practiced palm techniques, but the strength of the cyclone third-layer martial artist should not be underestimated.

If it is solid this time, it will either be dead or injured!

"Humph!"

Suddenly, a cold snort exploded behind him.

A crisis arose in Fang Xile's heart, and in a hurry, he didn't have time to fight back, so he could only turn his head away, avoid the vital point, and receive a blow to the shoulder.

A middle-aged man, standing next to Song Yucheng, looked at Fang Xile unkindly.

"Daddy!"

Song Yucheng was overjoyed and called.

"The head of the Song family, Song Youdao?"

She is now a third-layer Cyclone Martial Artist, and although she has been injured and her strength has been discounted, it is not just a person who can hurt her.

It can only be another fourth-layer powerhouse in Hongqing County - Song Youdao.

"It's the old man. ”

Song Youdao is actually not old, he is not yet forty years old, but his hair is half white, and he has a popular beard, but it can still be seen that he was a beautiful man when he was young.

"Dad, why are you here?"

Song Yucheng asked in a whisper beside him.

Song Youdao's face was not good: "Someone handed me a note that you are in danger." ”

Song Yucheng's pupils shrank, and his face was ashamed: "Dad, it's me who has caused you trouble!"

"Haha", a rough voice came, "Don't worry, boy, we want to leave, no one in the entire Hongqing County can stop us!"

"Third uncle, you're here too!"

Song Youwu's face was a little unnatural, but then he became angry: "I'm not afraid that your kid is in danger!"

Song Yucheng couldn't help but feel funny, he still didn't know the third uncle, he must have heard that there was a fight, and he had to come over, but his heart was warm.

"Yu Haobo, come out!"

A majestic, shirtless man jumped out with an iron sword in his hand.

The first time Fang Xile saw his weapon, this sword was very huge, it was like a door panel in his hand, and when he touched the ground, it smashed out of the pit, and it was estimated that it weighed five or six hundred catties.

Immediately afterwards, a series of figures appeared in the bamboo forest, all of them were disciples of the Iron Sword Sect, their cultivation was different, there were the first layer of the cyclone, and there were also the second layer, and the first person was Ji Yong.

"Do it!"

Yu Haobo shouted, and the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect formed a circle, close to the ellipse, and walked in a clockwise direction with strange steps.

"Sword Formation!"

Song Youdao's face became solemn.

This sword array is composed of low-level cyclone martial artists, and it can't do much damage to him, but it is more than enough to prevent him from escaping, Yu Haobo is determined to kill him!

On the other side, Song Youwu was just about to move, and a young martial artist walked out, with a deep scar on his face, which divided his entire face into two halves, looking quite terrifying.

"Song Youwu, your opponent is me!"

"Ge Teng!", Song Youwu's eyes widened: "You are still alive!"

Song Yucheng took advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was not on him, quietly withdrew from the battle circle, and returned to his family for help.

But he didn't see it, Fang Xile turned his head and showed a sneer.

......

Outside the gate of the Song family, there was a circle of officers and soldiers standing in black pressure.

They were dressed in black armor and full of murderous aura, and at first glance they were the elite of a hundred battles.

At the front, there was a man in black armor, his black armor was wrapped in a layer of silver, and a hundred characters were shown on his chest, which was the leader of this black armor army, centurion, Zhou Yongxian.

"Master Xie, are you sure that the Song family's contract ghost thing is disturbing the county seat?"