Hearing Xiao Wei's call, Xue Jue first came back to his senses. He directly threw the phoenix pattern coin out and resisted the red feather sword. A strong flash of light flashed, and the idol was shocked back by the force on the coin.

Shen Zhifeng was even more surprised, he didn't expect Xue Jue's strength to be able to compete with Peng Yu Shangshen.

After the coin spun in the air, it returned to Xue Jue's hand again, and he looked away in embarrassment, trying not to make eye contact with Shen Zhifeng.

The idol was stunned by this power, and temporarily stopped in place to look at Xue Jue.

Xiao Wei took the opportunity to pull Shen Zhifeng, hating iron and steel: "God, can you not be distracted when you fight?"

"But he'......" Shen Zhifeng was halfway through his speech, thinking that the two of them had fallen together, his face turned red again. Her hands were still in a posture of protecting her chest, and there was a hint of fear in her eyes.

Xiao Wei rolled her eyes and said, "Your posture is as if Xue Daochang has done something to you, and people don't take it seriously at all, right?" As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Xue Jue, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching.

Xue Jue's whole face was as red as the sunset, one hand was on his chin, and his eyes were in a daze, as if he had not recovered from what had just happened.

"No!" Xiao Yui was completely defeated by the performance of the two people.

One is a ruthless immortal, and the other is a Taoist priest who has broken his desires, and he has such a strong reaction because of a hug?

The idol didn't figure out anything to stay away, and turned around and swung his sword at Xue Jue. Xue Jue felt the murderous aura, and lifted the jade short sword to take the sword. The idol continued to press down on the sword hard, and Xue Jue gritted his teeth and insisted on resisting.

Shen Zhifeng couldn't be shy, ran to the wall and continued to draw his sword. She had used all her strength, and the sword remained unmoving.

The power of the idol condensed again, and the sword fell. Xue Jue hurriedly dodged, and the long sword smashed beside Xue Jue. A corner of his blue robe had been cut off, and a scar had been cut on his arm. Blood oozed out, staining the robes red.

Shen Zhifeng felt a heartache and shouted to pull out the long sword in the wall.

She is just a mortal, and she doesn't have the courage to think about saving the world, at least she can protect the people she cares about!

Thinking like this, her feet slid a little, and the Akabane sword was pulled straight out of the wall. She flew out with her sword and headed straight for the idol.

Shen Zhifeng threw out the wind spirit rune to catch his body in the air, and then manipulated the wind to turn into a long dragon, carrying himself towards the idol attack.

The powerful spiritual power on the Red Feather Sword was released, as if it was about to concentrate all the power in Shen Zhifeng's body. The idol hurriedly raised its long sword to resist, and the two swords collided together, releasing a strong light.

The entire Taoist temple shook, and a large piece of tiles on the roof fell in large pieces.

"God, you take it easy, in case you break the Taoist temple, we don't have the money to repair it!" Xiao Wei couldn't help but remind.

At this moment, a crisp sound of "crackling" came, and the red feather sword in the idol's hand completely broke apart, scattering all over the ground. It took two steps back and fell to one knee clutching its chest.

Shen Zhifeng fell to the ground flutteringly, and sat on the ground with a stumble under his feet, and all the strength around his body disappeared. She looked at the shattered stone statue of the Akabane Sword, and then glanced at the Akabane Sword in her hand that shone with cold light, and a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

She looked up and saw the idol looking at her with a hint of relief, and instantly a trace of nausea welled up in her heart.

The idol stood up from the ground tremblingly, and Shen Zhifeng immediately became vigilant. As if he hadn't noticed it at all, the idol slowly walked back to the altar and sat down. Its face gradually returned to its original form of compassion, and it turned back into an ordinary stone statue. The saber at its waist dissipated into smoke, and its clothes changed into ordinary robes.

Shen Zhifeng frowned suspiciously, although the statue had not changed, the overall feeling was slightly different from Peng Yu.

Xiao Wei walked over with his hands behind his back, and after bowing to the idol twice, he sighed: "The only one who can defeat the god of Pengyu is you." ”

This sentence sounded a little awkward, and Shen Zhifeng didn't react for a long time.

Xue Jue raised his head and looked at the new statue in a slight daze, he glanced at Shen Zhifeng behind him, and thought for a while.

Shen Zhifeng's strength recovered slightly, and after retracting the Red Feather Sword from his waist, he hugged his fists at Xue Jue and said, "Thank you Daoist Xue for saving me a few times." ”

Xue Jue's eyes were still looking at the idol, and he said indifferently: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just worried that my necklace will be broken." ”

"......" Shen Zhifeng was choked up, and his eyes rolled and he shot back, "Then I have to wear it for a while longer, who doesn't want free protection." ”

The green tendons on Xue Jue's forehead twitched, and after squeezing the jade short sword, he turned around and said, "I'll leave first if there's nothing to do." ”

"Wait!" Shen Zhifeng grabbed Xue Jue's wrist, "You still have to help me tidy up the Taoist Temple, I can't handle it alone." ”

She is now more and more proficient in physical contact with Xue Jue, and the two have only known each other for more than a year, but they seem to have known each other for a long time.

Xue Jue also seemed to be used to Shen Zhifeng pulling him, and sometimes he was even slightly happy. He was afraid of his own mood, and tried to run away several times, but his body did not listen to him.

He clenched his fists, pulled his wrist out of Shen Zhifeng's hand directly, and said word by word: "Don't touch me in the future, I don't like to touch others." ”

Shen Zhifeng felt that he was always inexplicable, but he lost his temper. She grabbed Xue Jue's wrist again, held her head high and said, "I'm going to touch you, or you're going to hit me?"

"You ......" Xue Jue's face turned blue with anger.

Xiao Wei pinched her eyebrows, and always felt that the style of painting between two people would become abnormal. She walked over and said, "Daoist Xue, the two of us can't handle it, why don't you stay and help?"

Xue Jue lowered his head and stared at Shen Zhifeng's hand dissatisfiedly, and said coldly: "I didn't destroy this place, why should I help?"

"But you're also involved in the battle!" Shen Zhifeng was vexatious, and pointed with his other hand to the debris and dust scattered around the room, "If you hadn't fought with the idols, would these things have fallen?"

Xue Jue's eyes narrowed, and Shen Zhifeng was in a stalemate with him who didn't know him at all. After a long while, Xue Jue sighed as if he had been defeated, and reluctantly spit out two words: "Okay." ”

Shen Zhifeng seemed to have won a victory, and proudly pulled his arm to the fragments of the Red Feather Sword Stone Statue scattered all over the place, and said, "Then please ask Daoist Xue to start cleaning from here." ”

Xue Jue rolled his eyes, summoned a puppet with a spirit rune, and commanded it to pick up a broom and start sweeping.

Shen Zhifeng narrowed his eyes, and when he was happy, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance of flowers coming from behind the statue.