"You're not a Jindan monk?" Fang Wu was shocked by these words, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Even Fang Buqun, who had always been calm and composed, could no longer maintain calm at this time. Looking at Su Muyun's familiar and unfamiliar beautiful face, he only felt shuddering.

He hesitated for a long time, and only held back one sentence: "My son is a personal disciple of the Hanging Sword Pavilion Cangshu Elder, and I also invite my senior..."

Before the words fell, they stopped abruptly in a sword light.

This sword light was so fast that even he, a foundation-building monk, couldn't see clearly.

Fang Buqun lowered his head in astonishment, only to find that his body had turned into a dry corpse at some point.

Most of the blood in his body disappeared in an instant. All that remained was a piercing sword mark left in his heart, suggesting that something horrible had just happened.

"Blood, blood sword..."Fang Buqun's eyes widened in disbelief.

And at the same time that he fell to the ground with a bang, Fang Wu beside him was already one step ahead of him, losing blood and drying up all over his body, and fell into a pile of skinned skeletons on the ground.

"This..."Fang Xing was stunned and speechless.

He didn't even have to do anything, these two enemies who brought him a mortal threat died in front of him inexplicably.

In an instant, the two of them died, and the spirit array also broke down.

The blood qi rose to the sky almost undisguisedly, rushing in all directions.

"What?!" The group of hanging sword disciples guarding outside the Fang family's ancestral hall suddenly changed their complexions.

"Quickly inform Uncle Li Wuxian!"

They don't need to be subpoenaed. Because this bloody aura was already so strong that even Li Wuyi, who was miles away, could clearly perceive it.

He was about to go outside the city of Kitahara to meet with the disciples of the Hanging Sword who had secretly assembled here after completing their investigation and travel.

But this sky-high blood qi told him: "Blood Sword Demon Cultivator?!"

Li Wuxian was shocked, and hurriedly came to the sword as soon as possible.

"What's going on?" He quickly flew outside this ancestral hall and joined the dozen or so Hanging Sword disciples who were in charge of protecting Fang Xing.

The disciples only stared nervously at the bloody ancestral hall, hesitating and not daring to step forward.

Finally, three people slowly walked out of the ancestral hall.

It was Su Muyun, as well as Fang Xing and Fang Yuanshu, who were firmly bound by her spiritual power and floating beside her.

"Senior Sister Muyun?" Looking at the blood-colored sword blade suspended next to Su Muyun, Li Wuyun's eyes couldn't help but widen.

"No..."He quickly reacted from that suffocating blood aura: "You are not Senior Sister Muyun!" ”

"Who the hell are you?"

"It's me." Su Muyun sighed lightly.

Then there was a flash of inspiration around her, and in an instant, she changed into the appearance of another person.

And that plump figure, fair skin, and delicate face looked exactly the same as the Yunling Fairy that Fang Xing had seen on the Ice Thunder Cliff a month ago.

If there is a difference, it is probably that Yun Ling is wearing a white dress and white jade silk stockings;

And "Su Muyun" is dressed in black clothes and black skirts, with black jade silk stockings.

But everyone knows that this person is not Yun Ling.

"It's you..."Li Wuqi was even more shocked, and instinctively clenched his fists: "Bai Fu!" ”

"No loss." Su Muyun, no, Bai Fu sighed slightly: "It's been a long time." ”

"You..."The master and apprentice reunited, and Li Wuqi was angry and afraid.

He instinctively looked at the Hanging Sword disciples around him and shouted, "Quick! Quickly end the Great Array of Hanging Swords and Demon Destroyers! ”

All the sects and factions in the cultivation realm have no shortage of sect formations that gather the strength of the crowd and defeat the strong with the weak.

And the Hanging Sword Pavilion's Hanging Sword Demon Array is the most special existence among them.

Because the natal spirit swords of the disciples of the Hanging Sword Pavilion are not ordinary magic weapons, but a clone of the Hanging Sword Pavilion's Guardian Holy Relic [Hanging Sword].

The hanging sword is transformed into ten thousand swords, for thousands of disciples to drive.

Ten thousand swords can also be unified, summoning a hanging sword projection.

Because these many "hanging swords" are already one, the hanging sword demon array formed by the hanging sword disciples will be particularly powerful.

"Don't bother." Bai Fu sighed softly: "No loss, if I really want to do it, do you think you can still stand like this now?" ”

Li Wuyi's body suddenly stiffened.

He knew that Bai Fu was right.

Then he angrily questioned in horror: "You, what did you do to Senior Sister Mu Yun?" Where is she now? ”

"Don't worry." Bai Fu's tone was calm: "I won't do anything to my disciples. When I get out of here, she'll come back safe and sound. ”

"Safe and sound?" Li Wuqi gritted his teeth and said, "Bai Fu, don't you think you hurt us badly enough?" ”

Bai Fu was silent. She knew what Li Wuqi was accusing her, and she did owe these disciples too much.

"Why?" Li Wuqian had been holding up grievances for a long time, and at this time, he finally burst out uncontrollably: "The Hanging Sword Pavilion obviously treats you well, why do you want to be willing to fall and be in the company of those demonic demons?" ”

"The Devil's Way?" Bai Fu did not answer positively.

She only laughed at herself: "The Blood Sword Palace is not a good thing, this is true. But is the Hanging Sword Pavilion the right way? ”

"Huh. How much difference can there be between the Blood Sword Monk and the Hanging Sword Monk cultivating the Spirit Sword? ”

The Blood Sword Monk's Blood Sword can be advanced because it can suck essence blood to strengthen itself.

"And the hanging sword clones you worship are sucking the aura and soul power of your donors."

"These sword clones that you 'raised' will return to the sword itself after you sit down, and use it to strengthen the sword itself. The so-called Hanging Sword Pavilion is nothing more than a farm controlled by [Hanging Sword]! ”

"Nonsense!" Li Wuqi was furious.

The hanging sword divides ten thousand swords to protect the disciples, and the disciples use the qi to raise the sword and the spirit to cultivate the sword, and use the power of the hanging sword to gain a foothold during their lifetime, and then give back the natal spirit sword to the hanging sword after death.

This was the way of their sword monks.

It's not that they don't know this.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is even the sect characteristic of the Hanging Sword Pavilion, a rather advantageous sword cultivation secret method.

can be said by Bai Fu, as if they are all tools deceived and manipulated by the [Hanging Sword].

"Yes." Bai Fu sighed lightly: "You are all willing to be this tool, it is mutually beneficial for you." ”

"But I can't. I don't have the qualifications to live as a tool..."

She muttered to herself, saying something that no one could understand.

Until Li Wuyi questioned her: "Bai Fu, what do you want to do this time?" ”

Actually, you don't have to ask. Fang Xing and Fang Yuanshu, who were firmly bound by Bai Fu's spiritual power, had already explained the goal of her action.

"Why them?" Li Wuqi couldn't understand it.

What is so extraordinary about Fang Xing that makes the Yunling and Baifu sisters rush to ask for it?

"No..."Li Wuyi quickly realized that Bai Fu's goal this time was not just as simple as Fang Xing's brother and sister.

He remembered the token that Bai Fu asked him to investigate before, the identity token left by Fang Xing's ancestors: "You deliberately sneaked into Fang's house to investigate the owner of that token?" ”

"You're as smart as ever." Bai Fu was noncommittal.

"Who is the owner of that token, and why is the Blood Sword Palace looking for him?" Li Wuxian still wants to try.

But Bai Fu no longer paid attention to it. Seeing her mind move, Fang Xing and Fang Yuanshu slowly flew into the sky with her under the support of the invisible spiritual power.

"Goodbye." Bai Fu took one last look at her former disciple, and then flew away without nostalgia.

Li Wuqi's face was extremely ugly.

Although Bai Fu still cares about the old feelings, he didn't hurt him. But she also took away Fang Xing, his greatest hope of turning over. His goal of transferring all the disciples of Danxia Peak back to Tianmai Mountain has become more and more distant.

But even if Li Wuqi was unwilling, he didn't have any way to take the white cocoon of the god realm.

He could only watch as Bai Fu took Fang Xing and Fang Yuanshu and turned into a ray of light in the sky at that incredible speed.

"Uncle Li." The Hanging Sword disciples all looked at him with apprehension: "What should I do next?" ”

What else can I do?

Hurry up and run away and go back to tell the sect.

Li Wuqi was thinking helplessly. Suddenly, as Bai Fu and the others went away, a light flashed in the sky.

"This..."Li Wuyi was stunned for a while: "What is this sacred?" ”

I saw that the light slowly fell in front of everyone, revealing a strange figure.

It was a middle-aged uncle with a mediocre appearance, and just looking at his appearance, he couldn't tell the origin of his identity at all.

But he only used one trick to gain the trust of everyone.

"Hanging sword projection?" Looking at the huge sword shadow that this mysterious person had conjured up with his natal spirit sword, all the hanging sword disciples present widened their eyes in surprise.

The hanging sword has a spirit, and it cannot be controlled by non-hanging sword people.

"You are..."Li Wuxian asked in amazement, "Which senior in the pavilion?" ”

"It's too late to explain." I only heard the mysterious man say: "Entrust me with your natal spirit sword and help me form a great array of hanging swords and demons." ”

"I can take down that witch!"