Naturally, she has no hobby of saving people who are cocooned and bound by themselves.

However, the contractual relationship between the Mingfeng Sword and Yan Kongling was forcibly erased, and the Heavenly Dao would naturally discover the special features of the Mingfeng Sword.

This heavenly punishment was pressed down, and it was also an instant thing for Ming Feng to be crushed into powder.

But this is what her old man left behind, and she is sure to protect it.

"What crazy are you talking about?" Li Yuhui sneered, and her tense expression relaxed.

If she was really scared just now, at this moment, she felt that Yan Fenghuan's lie was too inconsequential, and it was simply self-defeating.

In this whole world, no great monk comes to say that he dares to accept the punishment of heaven.

Besides, Yan Fenghuan has been sitting here from beginning to end, doing nothing.

Yan Fenghuan rubbed his left wrist, and the whole person looked lazy and lazy: "Crazy talk? ”

She snorted softly, and her cold voice fell on everyone's ears, giving people goosebumps for no reason.

Among the people present, probably only Li Yuhui's mother and son would feel that Yan Fenghuan was lying.

"Isn't it?" Li Yuhui sneered.

Yan Fenghuan didn't reply to her, but lowered his head and glanced at the Ming Feng on the ground.

Since the day he was born, Narukaze has a very high level of spirituality, which is one of the keys to his free choice.

As a four-grade peak spiritual weapon, it naturally has its own arrogance, and it was deceived by people with spells for no reason, and recognized the master in a daze, and its strength was greatly reduced.

And just now he was forced to cut off contact, and even almost destroyed under the punishment of heaven, which is the biggest insult to the spirit weapon.

After some tossing, the spirit sword had already bred anger.

If she hadn't been secretly suppressing and forcibly eliminating most of her anger, this rare spiritual weapon in the world would have been spiritually destroyed and become a murder weapon at this moment.

It's just that that last bit of anger needs to be dissipated willingly.

Even if you have the ability to talk about it, there is nothing you can do.

This knot is naturally on Li Yuhui's mother and son, and the heavenly punishment can be avoided, but there is no way to hide Mingfeng's backlash.

Li Yuhui saw that Yan Fenghuan had not spoken, and the smug color on the corner of her mouth became even stronger: "Miss Yan, if you really can't make up any nonsense, then let's calculate your account for destroying Mingfeng!" ”

Yan Fenghuan lowered his eyebrows slightly, moved his wrist slightly, and let go of the suppression of Ming Feng.

The roaring wind on the ground suddenly burst into the air with a great light!

The clear aura pierced through the dark red dirt and shook people's eyes.

Before everyone could react, Ming Feng autonomously reversed the tip of the sword in mid-air, and several sharp sword winds slashed away, heading straight for Yan Kongling and Li Yuhui's faces.

Yan Kongling reacted quickly, and his body flexibly dodged from the dense sword wind.

However, Li Yuhui was not so strong, the field formed by Mingfeng's sword qi made her spiritual power consume quickly, and after dodging the first path, her speed slowed down visibly.

At this time, Yan Kunling on the side barely gave birth to a few tree bars and pulled her back, allowing her to dodge the second sword qi that was about to cut her neck.

Yan Kongling is good at attacking but not good at defending, and the branches that are temporarily born are obviously not strong enough and not strong enough, and they are instantly crushed by the sword wind!

But this little time was enough for him to rush forward, only to see him gritting his teeth and swinging out a few spiritual power exercises to collide with the remaining few sword qi, making a piercing explosion.

Everything happened in an instant, Li Yuhui was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, and the speed of the wind in mid-air slashed across quickly, and a huge silver-white sword mark was scratched.

The majestic and grand sword qi was contained in it, as if all its power was condensed, and the lightning and flint traversed the entire arena.

With a thud, the Mingfeng Sword fell to the ground again, no longer moving, and the aura of the sword body also dimmed.

Everyone was slashed by the sword, but they were unscathed!

Only Yan Kongling spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the hand holding Li Yuhui's body hung down weakly in an instant, and then his whole person took a few steps back and fell to the ground fiercely.

His face was pale, his body trembled badly, and the next moment, he seemed to be unable to hold on, his body went soft, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Kong Ling!" Li Yuhui was shocked and hurried to pull him.

At the same time, the rust-like traces on Ming Feng's body quickly peeled off like a broken shell, spreading a layer of rust-like "ashes" on the ground, restoring its original silver-white appearance.

The debt was collected, and spirituality finally prevailed over anger.

However, it moved again, and the blade of the sword trembled in the direction of Yan Kunling, and it seemed that it wanted to rush that way.

Yan Fenghuan looked at it lightly, as if it had been fixed by something, it no longer trembled violently, and the movement disappeared.

Yan Kongling, who fell to the ground, couldn't help but shed blood, Li Yuhui's brain was buzzing, and she turned her head and shouted angrily: "Yan Fenghuan!" What did you do? ”

Her voice was extremely high-pitched, and her face was full of anger that she couldn't hide.

"Smack!" A strong wind slapped straight towards Li Yuhui's face, her whole person was slapped crookedly, and Yan Jing withdrew her hand expressionlessly.

The mother and son both collapsed on the ground.

After a while, Li Yuhui got up panting and spit out the blood foam in her mouth: "Patriarch, do you also want to come to the trick of bending?" ”

Yan Jing looked at her coldly, and wanted to give her two more palms, but suddenly heard Yan Fenghuan next to him chuckle: "Yan Jing, go and renew his life first." ”

When Yan Jing heard this, his spiritual sense probed Yan Kongling, but found that the latter's meridians were twisted at this time, and his aura collided, with more air coming out and less air in, as if he was dying.

His expression was awe-inspiring, and the strong wood spiritual power was injected into Yan Kongling's body, hanging him for a breath.

Li Yuhui didn't know that Yan Kongling's situation was so serious, otherwise where would she have the heart to hold accountable, and seeing that the situation was not right at this time, she quickly used her spiritual sense to probe and was stupid.

Yan Jing glanced at her obliquely, frowned and ignored it, and the spiritual power in his hand continued to flow towards Yan Kunling's body.

Li Yuhui looked at everything in front of her for a while, and just when everyone thought she had calmed down, her expression suddenly distorted, like a mad demon.

Turning his head, his eyes were crazy, as if he wanted to peel off Yan Fenghuan and cramp: "Yan! Meet! Happy! ”

The corners of Yan Fenghuan's mouth pulled up a little smile, and he sighed shallowly: "Here, here." ”

"You-" Li Yuhui leaned forward and slowly got up, her hair was messy, no longer the elegance of a noble lady, her hands were still stained with Yan Kunling's blood, and there were some blood marks on the ground.

Like a mother who has fallen into madness, several people around her frowned and made a defensive gesture.

However, Yan Fenghuan did not have a soft heart or vigilance, she just waved her hand to let the others step back, and then leisurely leaned back on the back of the chair, her body was defenseless and full of flaws, as if Li Yuhui could kill her as long as she rushed forward now.

However, Li Yuhui staggered forward two steps, and the spiritual power on her body was already working, but looking at Yan Fenghuan's eyes, she froze in place again, and the resentment and madness on her face gradually became unbearable.

Her breathing grew heavier, but she couldn't take a step, and her body trembled.

Yan Feng smiled: "You see, even if I gave you a chance, you didn't have the guts. ”

Or rather, her guts are not enough to be reasonable.

Li Yuhui is a person who wants more than a Yan Ling.

The two brothers and sisters on the side, with complicated expressions.

Li Yuhui gasped and stood there, her face was blue and white for a while, and she walked back to Yan Kongling in a trance, staring closely at Yan Jing's treatment while holding Yan Kunling's right hand, not knowing what she was thinking.

Yan Jing made a move, and soon, Yan Kongling's injury was no longer life-threatening, and he no longer wasted his spiritual power, and withdrew his strength with a cold face.

Li Yuhui looked at him in disbelief: "Why didn't you cure him?" ”

Yan Kongling's breath is still unstable at the moment, and it is obvious that there are still residual injuries that have not healed!

"Li Yuhui." Yan Jing's voice was cold, "I want to ask you, what did your good son do to the Ming Feng Sword to be so seriously injured?" ”

The repair power of the wood system is not a panacea, especially when repairing other people's injuries, the power consumed will increase exponentially.

After all, the power of repair is one of the most disobedient spells.

And injuries such as backlash are also one of the most reluctant to treat for wood monks.

Because the monk will not only face the rapid loss of power, but also face the problem of being implicated by the backlash.

The more advanced the regurgitation, the greater the probability of being implicated.

Yan Jing is not stupid, Yan Kongling is like this, it is obviously related to the sword mark that the Mingfeng Sword just swung out independently, and with the grade of Mingfeng, even if he called the seventh-level old monster in Beijing City, he was unwilling to provoke this kind of treatment.

"W-What?" Li Yuhui's expression suddenly became nervous, and she stammered, "What kind of backlash?" Patriarch, even if it's you, you can't spew blood and slander out of thin air, right? ”

"Hmph, if you can't cultivate, don't you have a brain?" Yan Jing said in a deep voice, "You are really stupid, you think that there is no one else present besides you who has not seen the backlash of Ming Feng?" ”

Li Yuhui replied strongly: "I don't know what kind of backlash injury, patriarch, this is obviously the hands and feet of this woman Yan Fenghuan!" ”

"Huh—you've wronged me." Yan Feng smiled and couldn't reach the bottom of his eyes, "But I'm really kind, so I'll remind you one more thing, don't try to erase the spell from his hand again." ”

Everyone's eyes subconsciously looked at Yan Kongling's right hand that was held tightly by Li Yuhui.

Li Yuhui turned sideways and blocked it with her sleeves: "What are you talking nonsense again?" ”

"Do you know why you couldn't erase that mark for so long?"

"It's you—" Li Yuhui's eyes widened suddenly, and she looked at Yan Fenghuan hatefully.

Yan Fenghuan nodded and smiled: "That's right, it's really me, it's easy, you don't have to be polite." ”

Li Yuhui couldn't go up and down in one breath, and her face turned the color of pig liver.

Yan Fenghuan continued: "You don't have to look at me like this, I am really doing good deeds, and that mark can hang his life now." ”

Yan Kongling has been deceiving and controlling Mingfeng with that mark, but when he turned his head at this moment, he became something hanging on his life, funny and ironic.

"Your Excellency? What does that mean? Yan Jing asked.