Yan Mo adjusted his breath slightly, snorted, jumped into Ren Zifei's arms, and the sword in his hand danced wildly, conjuring thousands of huge dragonflies, vibrating with transparent wings, and surrounding Ren Zifei.

Ren Zifei secretly screamed that it was not good, he couldn't cope with it, his body was already held by countless dragonflies, and when he was mentioned in midair, his limbs were tightly entangled by dragonflies, and he couldn't move.

I had to use my internal strength to shake the dragonfly down, which did play a little role, and my body felt a little slack, but before I could fight back with my sword, my body tightened again, and I was wrapped by countless dragonflies.

The attack power of a single dragonfly is not strong, but there are too many of them, and they are fearless of life and death, and it is really difficult to deal with them.

Yan Mo, who was standing on the ground, showed a fierce light in his eyes, the sword in his hand kept waving, and there were more and more dragonflies.

Ren Zifei, who was wrapped in dragonflies, could still see the human form at first, but gradually it was just a green ball, which grew bigger and bigger, kept spinning, and turned faster and faster, like a tornado, rolling up the sand and gravel on the ground, forming a cylinder, and rushing straight into the sky.

The surrounding trees swayed wildly, creaked and broken, and the stumps and leaves were swept up into the sky, and the sky was cloudy, and the sun was gone.

Ren Zifei was able to resist the internal strength at first, his hands and feet could move slightly, but slowly his physical strength was exhausted, and the range of movement of his hands and feet became smaller and smaller, and finally he couldn't move at all, and even his head and face were wrapped in dragonflies, and there was darkness in front of him.

He was like being embedded in a boulder, the pressure around his body was getting bigger and bigger, and he was dizzy, his mouth and nose couldn't breathe, his chest was uncomfortable, his blood vessels were almost bursting, and his consciousness was gradually dim.

When he was dying, he suddenly heard a voice like the tinkling of spring water ringing in his ears: "Little woodcutter, you can't die, I promise you that if you don't say it again, it will be indefinite, and you will come to see me alive!" ”

Ren Zifei suddenly perked up, the instinct to survive made him glow with huge energy, the real qi in his body swirled, and in his eagerness, he unintentionally used the peerless "Divine Dragon in the Sky" of Dragon Love Valley, and transformed into a white dragon, hovering around the periphery of a huge ball composed of countless dragonflies, sweeping those dragonflies down layer by layer.

Hearing a fluttering sound, the dragonflies turned into fragments and scattered, falling colorfully, the rolled up sand, grass and trees kept falling, and the sky was clear, revealing the blue sky and white clouds.

Ren Zifei finally got rid of it and fell to the ground, with anger and hatred in his heart, he shouted loudly, and used his mana to drive the white dragon to attack Yan Mo.

Yan Mo hurriedly raised his sword to parry, and with a burst of slashing, he cut the white dragon into several pieces, but after a while, the white dragon gathered into a whole again, hovering around Yan Mo's body, emitting a dazzling white light.

The dragon's head, tail, claws, and each piece of scale armor were extremely lethal, making Yan Mo overwhelmed.

But after all, Ren Zifei is a skill that he learned secretly, and he has no intention of using it, and he can't use it freely, it is more than enough to deal with those dragonflies, but it seems that it is not so easy to deal with Yan Mo, who has cultivated deeply.

Yan Mo looked at a vacancy, shot out a sword ray, stabbed Ren Zifei directly, Ren Zifei raised his sword to block, he had no spare strength to drive the white dragon, the white dragon dissipated, Yan Mo took the opportunity to attack, and more than a dozen sword rays stabbed towards Ren Zifei in a fan shape.

Fortunately, Ren Zifei flew fast, floated a few feet away, avoided Yan Mo's sword, and slashed down with a backhand, and a white light smashed into the top of Yan Mo's head from the air.

Yan Mo dodged to dodge, and with a bang, a boulder beside him was split in two.

Ren Zifei slashed several swords in a row, and the white light that was more than a foot wide disappeared one after another, sweeping down the nearby trees.

At this time, Yan Mo had completely lost the upper hand, because her sword was limited, but Ren Zifei's sword was infinite, if she couldn't get close to Ren Zifei, she couldn't help him.

She avoided the sword several times, flew to get close to Ren Zifei, or the flying sword attacked, but was stopped by Ren Zifei's sword.

Ren Zifei had just struggled back from the death line, and his mind was a little confused, completely treating the opponent in front of him as an enemy, and he was also desperate, either you die or I die.

He suddenly let out a loud shout, and a sword slashed down with the power of thunder, slashing at the top of Yan Mo's head in a dignified manner.

Yan Mo couldn't dodge, and flew the sword out casually, wanting to force Ren Zifei to intercept it, if he didn't intercept it, then he could only end up together.

At this moment, Yan Mo's body shook suddenly, and his sanity returned to normal.

Standing on the ground, she looked up at him in the air, and recognized him as Ren Zifei, the head of Magpie Mountain, and the leader of the righteous path.

Both of them are cultivators, and their thinking speed is beyond the reach of ordinary people, and at this moment, it is like standing still.

Ren Zifei clearly saw Yan Mo's eyes, what an incomprehensible look it was, there was sadness, despair, fear, remorse, unwillingness, hatred that went deep into the bone marrow, endless desolation and sorrow, and a kind of helplessness that made people feel sorry and distressed, like a child abandoned by adults, lost in the vast wilderness, unable to find his way home.

Ren Zifei couldn't bear to chop the sword down after all, just when the white light was about to touch the top of Yan Mo's head, he almost instinctively retracted the mana, and the white light dispersed, because he was stunned for a moment, the sword that Yan Mo flew out had already been stabbed, and his left shoulder hurt, and it had been pierced, and it had not reached the handle.

Hurriedly stabilized his body, fell to the ground flutteringly, pulled out the sword on his shoulder, pierced it on the ground, and sealed the wound with true qi.

Yan Mo ran over and asked uneasily, "How are you?" ”

Ren Zifei asked rhetorically: "Uncle Yan, tell me, what the hell is going on?" ”

Yan Mo looked guilty, but he didn't speak, he sat down against a big tree, picked up a branch casually, and drew something on the ground.

Ren Zifei was extremely tired, and he also sat down against a big tree, and said: "Even if I worship the gods and detriment to the dignity of the righteous path, I will not be guilty of death, you can explain to the head of the family, I will accept the punishment, why do you want to do this?" ”

Yan Mo was still silent.

The two sat for a long time, the sun was sinking in the west, and Yan Mo said, "You have already escaped, why did you come back to save me?" ”

Ren Zifei said: "Friendship of the same way, although I am useless, I dare not promise in front of the head of the family to ensure someone's safety, but I can't watch the people who come out together have any mistakes, I can still do what I can." ”

Yan Mo was even more ashamed, he had promised in front of Yuyan Zhenren with red lips and white teeth that he was willing to guarantee the safety of Ren Zifei with his life, but he didn't expect that the person who almost killed him was himself, where did this start?

After thinking about it, he asked again: "Why didn't you cut down the last sword?" ”

Ren Zifei breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I don't know why, I probably think that you don't deserve to die, it's me who deserves to die." ”

Yan Mo was silent for a long time, and said faintly: "I may have gone mad." ”

Ren Zifei was taken aback, he has practiced for five years, and he is no stranger to the word "going mad", but he only heard about it, but he didn't see it in person, and then he vaguely understood that he was going crazy when he went crazy, and said: "When you competed with the Lord of Lu Gu in Longai Valley, I heard him say that although your foundation is solid, your edge is too strong, and you are easily disturbed by demons, this is going mad, right?" ”

Yan Mo nodded and said, "Yes, it's me who is too eager to succeed and practice too fast, and I have been counterattacked." ”

sighed and muttered again, "But am I really fast?" I am still 108,000 miles away from my goal, and at this rate, when will I get revenge? ”

Ren Zifei said: "You're not fast? In the first competition, he won the first place. ”

Yan Mo said: "It's just the first among the disciples, it's still far from the first in the righteous path, and it's even worse than the first in the world, you have only practiced for five years, and you are still younger than me, but you are stronger than me, I am really useless." ”

Ren Zifei smiled bitterly, thinking, you almost killed me, and said that I was better than you, but I didn't say anything.

When night fell, Ren Zifei and Yan Mo returned to Gu's mansion, Gu Fang still didn't come back, Zhici and He Suowang saw the wound on Ren Zifei's left shoulder, and urgently asked the reason, Ren Zifei said: "I met two gangsters, and there was a little conflict because of the quarrel, so it doesn't get in the way." ”

Zhici and He Suowang were dumbfounded, the head of the dignified Magpie Mountain, the leader of the Seven Sects Alliance of the Righteous Path, was actually stabbed by two gangsters, which really made people laugh off their big teeth.

He looked at it and said, "Isn't there still Senior Sister Yan?" ”

Yan Mo glanced at the two of them and didn't explain.

The housekeeper Gu Fu ordered people to prepare a table of sumptuous wine and food, and after a few people ate it, Pu Chaoying came over and went back to their rooms to rest.

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After Li Yuanyuan said goodbye to everyone, he returned home, listened to his mother Guo Shi tell the story of his father's death, and the mother and son cried bitterly, and he went to the Guards Mansion at the foot of the West Mountain to visit his uncle Tang Qi.

Tang Qi, who is nearly forty years old, has been proud of the spring breeze these years, and everyone knows that he has a nephew who practices on Magpie Mountain, and he is the personal disciple of the world's number one master.

Since becoming the captain of the guard, Tang Qi has been in the black and white of the Immortal Station, like a fish in water, it can be said that the actual manager of the Immortal Post is no longer Gu Yifang, but he Tang Qi.

Li Yuan explained his identity to the guards at the door, and the guards quickly reported, and after a while, Tang Qi, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, led seven beautiful women out of the door to greet him.

Li Yuan saw that his uncle was slightly fatter than five years ago, with a beard, a graceful demeanor, and a lofty appearance.

Look at the seven women, between twenty and thirty years old, three of them are known to Li Yuan, who are the aborigines of the Immortal Station, and the other four do not know.

The three acquaintances, when they saw Li Yuanyuan, were a little shy, their faces were red, they lowered their heads, and covered up their embarrassment with a few coughs.

The four who didn't know each other, but they didn't have any worries, and looked at Li Yuan with a smile on their faces.

Li Yuan pointed at them and asked, "Uncle, who are they?" ”

Tang Qi hugged his shoulders affectionately, and said: "Virtuous nephew, don't laugh at him, people are not merry teenagers, although I am middle-aged, I also want to live happily for a few years while I am early, so I married seven ladies, these are all your concubines." Haha, aren't there seven fairies on Tongtian Island, and these seven ladies of mine are not inferior to them in the slightest. ”