The wind and snow are frosty, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and just when Song Si and Jun Feijiu's final move is about to appear, there is an elegant poem in the air: "Meritorious and famous and other idle foreign things, the fragrance of treasures and books is the voice." A little fast wind, thousands of miles of floating clouds. Singing a glass of wine, what a pity to die in the twilight of life. ”

Plain clothes, jade with a golden crown, and wearing a four-ended sword, the lord of the Linlang Book Pavilion, the Linlang Book Holy Monarch, appeared in the void in the evening, and shouted softly: "Haoran Jue Ren!"

I saw a Haoran palm falling towards Jun Feijiu and Song Sizhong, and the Haoran righteousness contained in the palm directly broke up the battle group of the two.

Burst!

Song Si's trick was interrupted, and he was recoiled by Zhenyuan, spitting out a mouthful of blood, holding his sword and looking at the comer. At the same time, Jun Feijiu was also recoiled by Neiyuan, his face flushed, and only a trace of blood overflowed at the corner of his mouth.

After Jun Wanchao broke up the battlefield, he fell gently, shook the Lingyu fan in his hand, and slowly walked towards Jun Feijiu.

"Jun Wanchao!" Jun Feijiu looked at Jun Wanchao coldly, gritted his teeth and wanted to continue to say something, but just came to his mouth and held it back.

"Eh, it is better to settle the grievance than to settle it, this matter is wrong with my Confucianism, why bother Song Sizhen. Jun Wan shook the fan towards Lingyu and stopped Jun Feijiu, who still wanted to continue to work.

"Confucian gentleman?" Song Si felt the infinite righteousness in Jun Wanchao's body, and said suspiciously.

"A gentleman doesn't dare to be. Jun Wan nodded to Song Si: "Song Zhenren has made great contributions to opening the virtual realm for the rivers and lakes that day, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes remember the grace of the real people, and all I did was raise my hand." ”

Hearing Jun Wanchao speak like this, Song Si's face was a little strange, thinking of the purple-clothed Taoist who was a cheating father, as well as his purple flute, and he didn't know what function it was.

However, even if, as Jun Wanchao said, his killing of the four Confucian students of Yunyang Academy has become a reality, I am afraid that the follow-up will still be troublesome.

"Daxian was so busy with his affairs that he didn't pay attention to what happened here, so it was a pity that it caused a pity. Jun Wanchao shook the Lingyu fan and sighed: "For this reason, my generation of great sages ruled that among the right and wrong, the dead have regretted it, and the living should be sorry, so Song Zhenren was sentenced to leave Wucheng and not enter the city for ten years." On the other hand, the Daxian Society will adjudicate the relevant people and others to give an explanation to the innocent Confucian students. ”

Song Si nodded, and said "Please!" to Zhuge and Jun Wanchao, and then turned over and left Wucheng without looking back.

The third form of the first chapter of "Void Sword Technique" has not yet been practiced, and in the face of the endless Confucian masters, Song Si is not absolutely sure that he will retreat from the whole body, not to mention that there are gentlemen like Jun Wanchao.

However, the most strange thing for him was that Yi Shuitu, a great sage of Yunyang Academy, let him go so simply. You know, in Daxian's eyes, he is just an ant.

"Fei Jiu, you're naughty again. Jun Wanchao held Jun Feijiu and blinked.

"Let go!" Jun Feijiu wanted to break free from Jun Wanchao's hand, but he was powerless to struggle.

Jun Wanchao slightly crossed some Neiyuan for Jun Feijiu to stabilize her injuries: "Eh, injured people, don't be reckless, let's go!"

If the wind passes, Jun Feijiu will be brought back to the Sage Hall within a few steps.

Hearing Jun Wanchao's words, a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat, he couldn't suppress it anymore, and spit it out, his face turned pale: "What a powerful sword qi." Jun Wanchao, I will not let you go. ”

Looking at the back of Jun Feijiu leaving, Jun Wanchao shook the Lingyu fan, smiled slightly, and said in his heart: "Feijiu, Feijiu, when will you understand my heart?

It is said that after Song Si left the city, he rushed all the way to the west, and after a while, he entered a blank forest. Only then did he remember that after entering Wucheng, he hadn't inquired about the whereabouts of the Tianshan Sect, and he couldn't help but be annoyed.

However, if the head of the Tianshan Mountain, Yun Yi Fairy, was also there, there would be no need to rely only on the three gentlemen of Confucianism to fight to the death when the cultivators attacked the city. In this way, where will the people of the Tianshan Sect go?

Song Si frowned, feeling that the true yuan in his body was unstable, and his internal organs were painful, so he decided to find a place to heal first.

"Fool, find a safe place, I want to heal. Patting the foolish, the foolish goods snorted, and after a while, Song Si was taken to an abandoned wooden house.

Belch......

"You bastard, you can find a place like this. Song Si dismounted, walked to the front of the wooden house, and directly pushed open the wooden door, there was a table, a chair, a bed, and no other furniture.

When I walked to the table, I saw a wax-sealed letter with three colored feathers of an unknown bird stuck in the letter.

"Strangely, there was no ash on this letter. Song thought about to pick up the letter and look at it, but when he was about to touch the letter, he stopped again.

Staying here temporarily, he was already disrespectful to the owner of the wooden house, and he still didn't move his letter. Song Si came to the side of the wooden bed, lifted the wooden bed slightly, and said to the air: "If you have friends, please leave for a few days, poor Dao took this place to heal, thank you." ”

With that, Song Si waved his sleeves to blow the dust off the wooden bed, and then took out some futon from the storage bag and spread it on it.

"Yu Yu Yu!" the fool shouted a few times outside, stretched his head in and looked at Song Si, and snorted a few times.

"Go ahead, but don't go too far. ”

After letting the fool leave, Song Si closed the wooden door and began to meditate to heal his wounds, this time the injury was slightly serious, but fortunately, he was able to make perfect, and began to use the true yuan to calm the wounds caused by the counterattack of the trick.

A few days later, Song Si slowly opened his eyes, his stomach growling.

"The wound is finally healed. Song Si touched his stomach and was about to take out some beef and treat himself well.

Hey?

Song Si, who was about to get out of bed, suddenly saw a few more footprints on the side of the bed, not his footprints, which seemed to have been lingering beside the bed for a long time.

A cold air rose from the bottom of his heart, and Song Si did not clean up the dust in the house, and there was not a single footprint before he came in. But now, where did this series of footprints on the ground come from?

Eyes swept to the door, the door was half-open and half-hidden, which proved that there were "people" who had entered, but looking at the direction of the footprints, there was only in, not out......

Grinning, he had been a Taoist priest in the Pure Yang Palace for so many years, where did he not know what he had encountered, then he had been cultivating for so many years.

To solve this thing, it is very simple, just take out the purple flute given by the purple-clothed Taoist from the storage bag. However, Song Si did not do this, because he noticed that a few footprints were on the table, pointing to the letters on the table.

"Looks like I'm going to open the letter. Song Si got out of bed, took the letter directly, and opened the envelope.

Suddenly, the yin wind was blowing, the sky and the earth were dark, and Song Si fell into a gray mysterious world.

"Hahaha, the best body, this seat is smiling!" "Above Song Sizhihai, a black robe suddenly appeared, and the person in the black robe couldn't see his face clearly, but his terrifying momentum directly turned Zhihai into a chaotic black sea.

"Who are you?" Song Si turned into a long sword with a divine thought, pointing at the black-robed man.

"Who am I?" hahaha! guess!" said the black-robed man teasingly.

It was gloomy, which made Song Si feel very uncomfortable, this black robe was to take away him, seeing that the longer this situation dragged on, the more unfavorable it became, Song Si immediately raised his sword and attacked.

Zhihai is Song Si's spiritual world, and within the scope of his spiritual endurance, a powerful sword move can be used, so his shot is the strongest sword move.

"The sword flies to the sky!"

"A sword turns into nothing!"

"No sword and no form!"

Sword after sword, move after move, all of them were effortlessly blocked by the black-robed man, and after thirty moves, Song Si returned to the same place, staring at the black-robed man panting.

"Good sword, good move! You don't have to struggle, after this seat receives your body and your memory, your name Song Si will become famous all over the world, whether it is the Canglan Holy Sect, or Zhou Shandao, etc., it will all be wiped out in the hands of this seat!" The black-robed man looked up to the sky and laughed, and his surroundings became more and more gloomy because of his laughter.

"Neurotic!" Song Si scolded, ready to raise his sword to attack again, but found that he could no longer exert any strength, so he could only stand in place and couldn't move.

Not good!

Seeing the black-robed man coming over step by step, Song Si was powerless to resist, and it was difficult to even move.

"Don't struggle, blend in with this seat! From now on, you are me, I am you!" The black-robed man came to Song Si, revealing a terrifying, pale face under the black robe.

"Frightened, angry, unwilling, ha, funny boy, let me take a good look at your memory, huh? What is this?

"Impossible, impossible!ah! Impossible! This seat is the Evil Heaven Demon Monarch Lang Wuyi......" The Evil Heaven Demon Monarch Lang Wuyi roared, directly shaking Song Si's soul body in the sea of consciousness, causing him to lose all consciousness.