When Song Si lost all consciousness, the storage bag on his waist flashed with a green light, escaped into Song Si's eyebrows, and directly entered Song Si's sea of knowledge, striking at the Evil Heaven Demon Monarch Lang Wuyi.

The sudden blow directly shattered Lang Wuyi into a boundless black mist, and the black mist rolled, unwillingly wrapped in green light. Who knew that the purple light flashed in the green light, and a terrible scream sounded, and the monstrous black mist completely dissipated, transforming into pure divine thoughts, and merging into Song Si's sea of consciousness.

After completely dispersing the black mist, this green light dissipated its brilliance, revealing its original form, which was the green jade and purple flute given by the purple-clothed Taoist.

The purple flute slowly rotated in Song Si's sea of consciousness, and the black and white yin and yang taiji diagram appeared in the void, and gradually a faint phantur appeared under the taiji diagram, gradually condensing into an entity, which was Song Si's original soul consciousness.

After Song Siyuan's soul consciousness was recondensed, the black and white Taiji diagram disappeared, and Zi Xiao escaped into the depths of the Sea of Knowledge. At the same time, the white "Night Pearl" also flew out of the storage bag, and also flew into Song Sizhihai, chasing after Zi Xiao.

I don't know how long it took, the sky thundered, and the torrential rain poured down, hitting Song Si's face, but Song Si didn't react, not even breathing, as if he had already lost his vitality.

The fool stepped on the rain, screaming sadly, wanting to help Song Si block the heavy rain, and wanted to wake up the owner in the rain, but let it call in every way, Song Si didn't react at all.

In the forest, Yun Mengxing and Ying Yi took dozens of killers around the forest hundreds of times, but they found no trace of Song Si.

Especially in an area, no matter how much they search, they will inadvertently return to the same place. At this moment, Yun Mengxing and Yingyi were standing at the edge of this area, looking at the forest in the rain curtain, letting the heavy rain fall on them.

Yun Mengxing's face was extremely gloomy at the moment, and no one around the killers dared to come over to report. Because if they don't find it, they will report it, and there is only a dead end, which is a warning brought by their colleagues with their lives.

"Cut down the trees for me! Cut down all the big trees in this area, I don't believe that I can't break this formation!" Yun Mengxing ordered, turning to look at Ying Yi: "You, go find Shangguan Xuanlie's waste firewood, and bring someone to cut wood for me, if he doesn't come, you understand!"

Knowing the two words made Ying Yi shudder, yes, he understood that if Shangguan Xuanlie didn't bring someone here, Shangguan Xuanlie would die, and he would also be tortured to death.

The killer just now, just said a word and didn't find it, he was cut off by Yun Mengxing's palm, thrown into the rain, and trampled to death directly.

Ying Yi sometimes admires himself, how can he get along with such a pervert for so long. It just so happened that now he was on another mission and could leave to breathe, so he rushed to Wucheng as soon as possible.

But what he didn't know was that when Ying Yi left, Yun Mengxing was staring at his back with interest, and he didn't take his eyes off for a long time.

Wucheng, the Ling family's secret room.

The incense burner was thick, the candlelight was dim, and Ling Xingmo, the gentleman of the Ling family, sat on the apricot altar with his eyes closed, and the solemn atmosphere made the six Ling family masters who were kneeling on the futon not dare to make a sound.

"Today, Ling Feng and Ling Zhenxuan died, and the incident started with Shangguan Xuanlie, so that I was reprimanded by Daxian, and ordered me not to make a move on Song Si. Therefore, the next revenge is up to you to do your best. Ling Xingmo opened his eyes and said.

"Listen to the gentleman. The six members of the Ling family responded.

"Although a gentleman repays his grievances with directness and repays his grievances with virtue, the object is not an enemy. Heaven is constant, and those who kill are always killed. Ling Xingmo paused and looked at the six people, "What about Shangguan Xuanlie?"

"Gentleman, after Shangguan Xuanlie was rescued by a mysterious person, there is no news yet. Ling Su replied.

"Find this son and send it back to Shangguan's house. In addition, Song Si was seriously injured and left, and he must not be far away, so you don't need to bring people with you when you go to get him with my precept ruler. With that, Ling Xingmo closed his eyes and pondered.

"Do as the gentleman commands. The six of them stood up and bowed, bowed backwards, and left the secret room.

After the six of them left, Ling Xingmo got up and looked at the statue of Confucius hanging on the wall, silently.

""Zhou Yi" has clouds: The gentleman is dry all day long, and he is not to blame. Xingmo, you let me down. In the Hall of Sages, the great sage Yi Shui opened his eyes and let out a helpless sigh.

I don't know how long it rained, and in the rain curtain, Yingyi and Shangguan Xuanlie brought hundreds of people, carrying all kinds of logging tools, and rushed to the forest where Song Si might be stored, but when everyone was about to enter, a cold figure appeared in front of them.

Ying Yi looked at the gray figure in the rain curtain, and shuddered in his heart, dangerous! Extremely dangerous! He wanted to flee as soon as possible, but he didn't dare, for fear that if he moved, he would be the first to die.

As soon as Yingyi stopped, everyone also stopped, looking at the mysterious gray-clothed swordsman in front of him, the cold half of the mask, showing the endless chill of death in the heavy rain.

"Hey...... Shangguan Xuanlie wanted to step forward to "teach a lesson", but he was directly covered by Yingyi's mouth and pressed into the mud, splashing a large splash.

Shangguan Xuanlie squeaked and looked at Ying Yi, he was very puzzled, there was only one person in front of him, what were he afraid of. But when he saw Yingyi's frightened and angry eyes, he didn't dare to speak again.

The mysterious swordsman pressed the hilt of the sword on his back, looked sideways at everyone, and pulled out his long sword inch by inch, the sword light looking extremely cold in the heavy rain.

Ying Yi pulled Shangguan Xuanlie back a few steps, and more than a hundred people stepped forward on their own, protecting their young master behind him.

"Idiot. Ying Yi scolded in his heart, ready to run away, only hoping that this rain and this mud could slow down the speed of the mysterious swordsman a little.

At this moment, the masters of the Ling family chased them outside the forest, and Ling Lietian and Ling Su looked at Shangguan Xuanlie, and their anger rose.

"Evil Barrier, since you have been saved, why don't you go back?" Ling Lietian asked.

"Second uncle, uncle, don't ask, look at the front first. Shangguan Xuanlie trembled and pointed at the mysterious swordsman.

Ling Su looked at the mysterious swordsman, his face was slightly gloomy, master. On the other hand, Shangguan Xuanlie scolded a bloody dog in his heart, he just provoked a master, and now he has provoked another one, this is Uncle Pit!

"Let me meet him!" Ling Lietian was about to go up to fight the mysterious swordsman, but was stopped by Ling Su: "Don't go up for the time being." ”

Ling Lietian saw that Ling Su revealed the gentleman's ring ruler in his long sleeves, and knew that the opponent was not an easy person, so he didn't dare to go up again.

"Just let me meet him in the Wind and Cloud Twin Style!" Ling Su walked out of an elegant swordsman.

Ling Su arched his hand: "It turned out to be Mr. Banfeng, who is known as 'Spring Breeze Turn', with Mr. Banfeng here, I can wait for the light." ”

Saying this, Ling Su sneered in his heart, and was worried that there was no suitable person to test the depth of the mysterious person in front of him, and just one came out.

"Don't dare. Banfeng Yunmiao stepped forward and pulled out the long sword behind his back: "Contemptible Banfeng Yunmiao, the sword name is Yishui Spring Breeze, and the trick is Fengyun Double Style, Your Excellency be careful." ”

"Two moves!" the mysterious swordsman replied coldly, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sword blade pointed at it, and the rain naturally parted, turning into a mist and dispersing.

"Master!" Banfeng Yunmiao was taken by the momentum of the mysterious swordsman, and he was shocked, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he started directly!

"Attention, the wind and rain are long!"

The autumn rain curtain turned into endless sword qi and rolled down towards the mysterious swordsman. The mysterious swordsman's body shifted, a sword was like the wind, and he cracked Banfeng Yunmiao's trick lightly, and the rain splashed, and one of the drops reflected back, leaving a blood mark on Banfeng Yunmiao's face.

Feeling a pain in his cheeks, knowing that he was broken, Banfeng Yunmiao could no longer maintain his elegant temperament, and his anger surged, and he said in his heart that this person was so arrogant and didn't know how to be polite, and he had to teach him a lesson.

I saw that the half-peak clouds were full of the twelve layers of inner yuan, and the second sword of the Fengyun double style was sacrificed!

"The same cloud in the world!"

The rain poured down like a vast sea, rushing to sweep the mysterious swordsman into the endless abyss.

"The wind is not fine, the rain is not condensed, how can we talk about the clouds of the four seas and eight desolations?" the mysterious swordsman said coldly, and then disappeared under his sword in the stunned gaze of Banfeng Yunmiao, blowing like the wind.

A piece of long hair was knocked down by the heavy rain, and Banfeng Yunmiao said the last sentence: "Is this the real wind?"

The mysterious swordsman stood in the rain, and the half-peak clouds behind him fell directly into the rain, splashing a splash, and there was no trace of life.

In two moves, the famous Confucian swordsman Banfeng Yunmiao died in the hands of this mysterious swordsman, and no one saw how the mysterious swordsman made his moves from beginning to end.

As soon as Banfeng Yunmiao died, Ying Yi felt that he was locked again, was he the next target?, but fortunately, Ling Lietian was the first to jump out and stand in front of everyone.

"Let's go!" Ying Yi let out a low sigh and fled into the heavy rain with Shangguan Xuanlie.

The figure of the mysterious swordsman moved, but was stopped by Ling Lietian.

"Do you want to leave so easily after killing someone?" Ling Lietian knew in his heart that the mysterious swordsman was powerful, and his attack was an extremely ruthless killing move.

The target escaped, and the killing intent under the sword of the mysterious swordsman was even worse, directly locking on to Ling Lietian in front of him, die!

The sword fell in a circle, and a black and white Tai Chi ball appeared in the heavy rain, carrying the rain and slowly drifting towards Ling Lietian. The mysterious swordsman, the long sword swirled, spilling countless splashes, and finally left a drop, condensed in the sword body, a sword swinged, and the raindrops turned into white sword light through the black and white Taiji ball, shooting towards Ling Lietian.

"No!" Ling Su saw that Ling Lietian was in danger, and the gentleman's ring ruler in his sleeve was immediately sacrificed, and the five-layer inner yuan was used to stimulate the righteous qi of Haoran with the gentleman's ring ruler, forming a protective qi shield to block the white sword light.

With an explosion, the white sword light dissipated invisibly, Ling Su took three steps back, and the body protection qi shield was three points weaker. And the black and white Tai Chi ball collided at this moment, Ling Lietian immediately stood behind Ling Su and infused his whole body's true qi to help his eldest brother block this move.

With a bang, the violent explosion impact directly turned the rain in the air into a steaming mist, and at the same time knocked Ling Su and Ling Lietian away.

When the wind blew and Ling Su flew upside down, the ghost made a god use a gentleman's ring ruler to block his neck, heard a slight collision sound, and then fell heavily into the stagnant water.

When he got up with blood spitting up, he found Ling Lietian lying motionless in the bright red rain.

"Second brother!" exclaimed, Ling Su knelt beside Ling Lietian and picked up his unresponsive body, but Ling Lietian was no longer breathing and could no longer respond.

Ling Su raised his head angrily and found the mysterious swordsman standing in the distance, facing everyone sideways, slowly retracting his sword, turning around and walking into the forest.

"Ah!! second brother, ......"