Chapter 27 is true and false

After a few days, Yin Feng had changed into a dark gray robe, his hands were wrapped in his chest sleeves, smoke was born under his feet, and he lit the canopy and treetops, and floated towards Ji Ruochen.

The two were still ten zhang apart, and Ji Ruochen had already seen Yin Feng's lips open slightly. At that moment, he had a left hand, Chi Ying had appeared in his palm, and then turned slightly sideways, rushing towards Yin Feng from the right.

The two of them parted at the touch of a button.

With a soft sound, Chi Ying flew out of her hand and flew straight into the sky, drawing a pale red trajectory in the air, falling far away into the deep mountains.

Yin Feng was already standing on the rock where Ji Ruochen was standing just now, and turned around leisurely. Ji Ruochen appeared five zhang away, and a thin line of blood erupted from his shoulder. He turned to look at Yin Feng, not glancing at the wound on his shoulder, and slowly lifted the three-foot short stick in his hand.

Yin Feng was not in a hurry to do it this time, but looked at Ji Ruochen repeatedly, his face was full of doubts, and after a while, he frowned and asked, "I want to kill you, but I don't know why I have to kill you." You may know why, tell me. ”

Ji Ruochen was slightly stunned, and also looked at Yin Feng, and in a trance, he seemed to see those two figures again. Although he didn't understand why every time he saw Yinfeng, he would vaguely see the figure of the fat sheep in the inn back then, but he was sure that Yinfeng must have a lot to do with the fat sheep that day. At this time, although the faces of the two are different, the temperament that was born inside and outside is almost exactly the same. In the Tao Te Sect for several years, Ji Ruochen has read almost all the Taoist books about the reincarnation of immortals, and now he has already made up his mind that this Yin Feng may be the reincarnation of a fat sheep. Although he couldn't understand the process of such reincarnation, he had great magical powers, and thinking about reincarnation was just a trivial matter for them.

So Ji Ruochen sneered and said, "Of course I know the reason......

Yin Feng nodded, "Say it." ”

Ji Ruochen didn't say a word before he moved, his figure suddenly flashed, and he disappeared in front of Yin Feng! Then a long laugh sounded behind Yin Feng: "Why should I tell you!"

Yin Feng was not shocked or surprised, his attitude was calm, and he took a step across, and he had already avoided the possible landing place of Ji Ruochen's wooden stick. Who knew that Ji Ruochen's wooden stick was only raised high, but it did not fall, and the person went around behind Yin Feng again, and the wooden stick pointed at the back of Yin Feng's head again.

The fight between the two this time is different from the previous one. When he was in Luoyang, Ji Ruochen fought with Yin Feng across the river for a few moves, and watched him and Gu Qing fight for life and death, although this reunion was an accident, but there was a certain number in his heart. His stick was held high, and like a cloud of smoke under his feet, he circled around the wind, never leaving the wind. In an instant, Ji Ruochen had already circled around the wind a hundred times, but the wooden stick never hit it.

Yin Feng was still the same as when he dealt with Gu Qing that day, but he just retreated back and forth, or moved one step sideways to the left and right, so that Ji Ruochen's wooden stick could not fall. However, under Ji Ruochen's close fighting, Yin Feng's broken words were never drunk. Cultivators practice magic weapons and cultivate Taoism, and they are not good at hand-to-hand fighting. Although Yin Feng Dao was much higher than Ji Ruochen, he was close to him, and he was helpless for a while.

But such a fight seems easy and ordinary, but in fact it is extremely dangerous. In less than half a cup of tea, Ji Ruochen Zhenyuan has almost been consumed, and he has shown that he has no strength to continue.

Yin Feng suddenly stopped, leaned over, and his shoulder had hit Ji Ruochen's chest hard!

Ji Ruochen never expected him to have such a move, and immediately flew backwards, and the person spurted out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and there was a clicking sound in his chest, obviously several ribs were broken.

Ji Ruochen fell heavily to the ground, his chest was broken and his bones were rubbed, and blood gushed out from the corners of his lips.

There was a soft choking sound ten miles away, and Gu Qinggu's sword was three points away from its sheath, and it slowly fell back.

Yin Feng looked at Ji Ruochen and said coldly: "Your talent and comprehension can be called superior, and the magic of using the Dao method is even more rare, but it's a pity that the Dao is too low." And you think I'm not going to fight in close quarters, that's a big mistake. Say, why should I kill you? ”

Ji Ruochen lay on the ground weakly, coughing again and again, and every time he coughed, he spit out a mouthful of blood. So many times that it stopped. But the whole person was already extremely weak, and said intermittently: "Why do you want to kill me...... This one...... Ask yourself to go! want me to say...... There are no doors! You're ...... It's been boring, haha!"

Ji Ruochen laughed happily twice, although he pulled the broken ribs, which made him feel unbearable pain, but he would never show half of it.

Yin Feng looked at the sky from afar, and after a while, he said: "Do you think that you can save your life if you don't say anything about death? I don't care if I know the reason for killing you or not, you can go." ”

Yin Feng raised his left hand and pointed to Ji Ruochen's eyebrows.

With a snort, a figure suddenly rose in the dense forest of the valley, dozens of zhang away in a blink of an eye, a pair of Rulansu carried eight hundred and eighty pounds of evil axes and forgot his feelings, and an axe slashed towards Yin Feng's neck!

Yin Feng's sword eyebrows raised slightly, and he actually blocked it with his left hand before the attack of forgetfulness! When the blade of the forgetful axe could be cut into the palm of Yin Feng's hand, Yin Feng's four fingers flicked on the axe blade in turn, and every time he flicked, Forgetfulness sent out a clear sound, accounting for the sound of the palace merchant's horn emblem. Shang Qiushui was struck by lightning repeatedly, and bursts of bright red floated on his face, like a Sulan swaying in the wind and rain.

With four fingers, the wind pressed his thumb against the edge of the blade.

Shang Qiushui's beautiful face was covered with strange bright red, and the fierce momentum suddenly stopped in the air, and he could no longer advance an inch! The two sides were at a stalemate, Shang Qiushui snorted, a wisp of blood appeared from the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help but fly backwards and fell heavily beside Ji Ruochen.

Forgetfulness whirled in the air, drawing an arc, almost cutting into the ground against Shang Qiushui's scalp.

"Courage and ingenuity. Yin Feng substantiated.

Shang Qiushui wiped the blood from his lips, turned over, lifted his forgetfulness from the stone, stood in front of Ji Ruochen with a horizontal axe, and said with a smile: "If you are not a craftsman, you can't change it for a while!"

Yin Feng was expressionless and said, "I've let you go once, get out of the way." ”

"No. Shang Qiushui smiled beautifully and charmingly, and answered categorically.

Yin Feng suddenly raised his head, looked around at the surrounding hollow valley and secluded mountains, nodded his head, and said to Shang Qiushui: "Break!"

Shang Qiu smiled bitterly on the surface of the water, forgot his feelings, and protected half of his body with a huge axe, and wanted to do his best to block the way, as for death or life, he couldn't think about it. At this moment, there was a soft energy on his shoulder. Although this strength is not large, it is just right, and it is striking out at the time when the true essence of his whole body is at its fullest. This blow came extremely suddenly, and Shang Qiushui was caught off guard, and was taken a few steps back to the side.

A three-foot short stick was quietly withdrawn from Shang Qiushui's shoulder, and turned to face the invisible and invisible break of the Yin Feng.

However, before the three-foot short stick could be realized, a blue light flashed, and a green steel ancient sword flew from the sky in an instant, blocking between the short stick and the broken words!

Buzz! The Qinggang Ancient Sword trembled, swirled, and flew back to the place it came from, leaving only a lingering sound in the field. This sword broke through the air, blocking the power of that broken word. Ji Ruochen's wooden stick trembled slightly, and he had already scattered the unfinished aftermath of the broken words.

A middle-aged Taoist stepped into the air, stretched out his hand to take the flying sword in the air, and said loudly: "Poor Dao Dao Dao Sect Yuntai! Who are you, why are you embarrassed by my sect disciples! If you don't come from the truth, don't blame the poor Dao sword for being ruthless!"

Yin Feng completely ignored Yuntai, but calmly forgot about Ji Ruochen.

Ji Ruochen had already taken the pill and temporarily suppressed the injury, but in fact, he was still strong on the outside and dry on the middle. Therefore, although his support arrived, he was still concentrating on the defense. Without waiting for Yin Feng to make a move, Ji Ruochen was slightly startled and looked at Yin Feng. As soon as the eyes of the two touched, Ji Ruochen's whole body was shocked, his face was instantly bloodless, he snorted lightly, his feet were unstable, and he took a few steps back.

With a thud, the three-foot wooden stick was heavily propped up on the rock, bent into an arc, and only then did it support like dust.

Blood gushed out of Ji Ruochen's mouth silently, gurgling down the wooden stick.

Click!

A slender finger slammed into the ancient sword's scabbard, causing the ancient sword to let out a slight dragon groan. After a while, the finger snapped another blow on the scabbard, but this one was much lighter.

Gu Qing still stood with his hands in his hands, but he couldn't stop clasping the ancient sword scabbard with one finger.

The mountain wind is not strong, but her green hair is a little messy.

Yuntai saw that Ji Ruochen vomited blood and was injured, and couldn't help but be furious, and spit out a trace of lightning from the green steel blade in his hand, and shouted, 'Fanatic bold!' is a sword stabbing at Yin Feng's chest!

Yin Feng's body is like a willow branch in the wind, and he gave way to the side, avoiding the sword of the cloud platform. With a flick of the sleeves of the gimbal robe, the fog suddenly rose from the ground, enveloping the wind in it, and then a sword of thunder swirled and stabbed into the fog!

How do you know that the Qinggang Ancient Sword has not yet entered the fog, and the wind has leisurely walked out from the other end of the fog. The sword of the gimbal naturally fell into the air.

Yuntai was taken aback! His Taoism had already reached the realm of the Qing Immortal, and that hand was not only shielding his ears and eyes from the water mist, but also had the effect of isolating his spiritual sense. If it weren't for the Tao being higher than him, it would be difficult to get out of the fog immediately. As soon as ordinary monks enter the mist of water, they can only have the power to defend for a while.

Yuntai couldn't help but be a little puzzled, how could this Yin Feng be inferior to himself, how could he get out of the mist so easily? And all the methods he used to attack the enemy were mysterious, and he couldn't see the origin of the history at all, but the power was far beyond imagination. After thinking about it, Yuntai seems to have only a few words of the immortal family recipe that are suitable for the luck of the wind.

Yin Feng seemed to know what Yuntai was thinking, and said indifferently: "In the water, you can already know the meaning of the sea." Although I only have this little bit of Taoism, I am enough to do my best. ”

Yuntai was furious, and drew the sword again.

Yin Feng's expression froze, his hands were opened, and he pushed to the side, as if there was an invisible weight in the air. He didn't move, and a vicious wind suddenly rose in the flat ground. If this gust of wind is substantial, there is a great power in it, and it blows on Yuntai's body from the side, bringing his whole person to the side. The gimbal shouted in the air, and eighteen golden threads appeared around him, which stabilized his body in the wind. As soon as he turned around, he was shocked to see that Yin Feng's lips had opened, and then a clear "break" had come into his ears!

As if the gimbal was hit by a giant hammer, all the golden threads around his body collapsed, and a strong force pierced through his body and flew backwards ten feet away. As soon as the cloud platform came to his senses, he heard the cold voice of the wind again.

Kill!

Thousands of fragments exploded in the Yuntai Spiritual Consciousness in an instant, and each fragment was an incomplete earthly scene. Tens of thousands of fragments collided with each other and spread out in all directions, and the edges of the pieces were as sharp as knives, cutting the PTZ spiritual sense into a thousand holes.

Shang Qiushui saw it, didn't say a word, and attacked again when he mentioned his forgetfulness! The evil wind around Yinfeng's body was howling, and he was so staggered that he couldn't get into Yinfeng's body three feet away.

Yin Feng didn't pay attention to Shang Qiushui at all, just walked slowly towards Ji Ruochen and said, "Aren't you going down yet?"

Ji Ruochen reluctantly stood up, held the wooden stick with the five fingers of his right hand, and said with a smile: "How can it be so easy?"

"Really?" said Yinfeng's pace.

Ten miles away, the slender finger that struck the scabbard was also buckled faster and faster, and the ancient sword couldn't help but groan, jumping out of the scabbard by an inch from time to time, and slowly slid back.

The distance of more than ten zhang is just dozens of steps.

In the last five zhang, the wind will pass in one step!

There was an uncertain green qi between his right hand, three feet long, as sharp as a sword, and he had stabbed Ji Ruochen in the chest with a wave of his hand!

Ji Ruochen didn't dodge or dodge, the wooden stick jumped like smoke, and hit Yin Feng's neck lightly.

Ten miles away, on the cliff, there is no mountain wind at this time.

In front of Ji Ruochen's eyes, Yin Feng suddenly disappeared, replaced by Gu Qing's indescribable side of his face.

A faint fragrance quietly penetrated into Ji Ruochen's nose, and there were a few green silks, brushing his face......

However, Ji Ruochen's eyes were only shocked and shocked, he looked at the green mang that came out of his chest, and his spiritual sense was already blank! The green mang was uncertain, barely touched Ji Ruochen's heart, cut his clothes, cut half of his skin, and was no longer able to go deeper.

But this section of green mangs is worn out of Gu Qing's body!

With a choking sound, in the clear sound of a dragon's groan, the ancient sword was already unsheathed!

A sword seals the throat!

Yin Feng suddenly retreated, pointing at Gu Qing, with confusion, pain, loss, shock, and all kinds of indescribable emotions in his eyes.

"Why are you ....... ......" Yinfeng's hand trembled, and before he finished his sentence, he suddenly fell silent. A red line protruded from his neck. The line is extremely thin, but the red is extremely eye-catching.

Yin Feng covered his neck with his hands, staggered back a few steps, and suddenly jumped into the deep valley, and when he was about to fall to the bottom, he finally stabilized his body, turned upward, and was gone in an instant.

Gu Qingxian's fingers loosened, and the ancient sword, which was originally pointing diagonally at the sky, fell weakly, and was silently inserted into the Qingyan until it had no handle, and then his body softened, and he slowly leaned on Ji Ruochen's body.

"This ...... This ......" Ji Ruochen's hands trembled, and he hugged Gu Qing, and the tentacles were hot and humid. He slowly withdrew his left hand, and when he spread it out, he saw that his palm was full of red blood!

He was flustered for a moment, hugged Gu Qing tightly with his right arm, sat down slowly, and put her in a more comfortable position, and different pills appeared in the palm of his left hand. It's just that the life-saving pills have already been exhausted in Luoyang, and although there are many pills and ointments turned out at this moment, they are not very symptomatic. Ji Ruochen was almost crazy, spilling the pill on the ground, rummaging frantically! Finally, a small medicine bottle jumped into his field of vision. Although this medicine is not very effective, it has some benefits for her injuries.

Ji Ruochen gently pulled Gu Qing's lips away and dripped the bottle of liquid into her mouth little by little.

The heat was still lingering, soaking his entire right hand. Ji Ruochen only felt that her whole body was cold, and the left hand that was feeding the medicine trembled more and more, and a lot of the medicine splashed on her lips and face.

"Wake up...... Wake up......" he spoke incoherently.

Finally, Gu Qing slowly opened her eyes, and Ji Ruochen immediately looked into her eyes, hoping to see a little bit of her injuries. Her eyes were as clear as water, and she could see the bottom. But he couldn't see anything in these eyes, just like every time he faced Gu Qing, he would feel that the direction she was in was really blank.

Gu Qing looked at Ji Ruochen, smiled weakly, tilted his head slightly, and leaned on the crook of his arm.

She slowly raised her right hand, pulled open Ji Ruochen's clothes, and brought out the bluestone that he had been wearing on his chest, and looked at it for a long time, Fang sighed faintly, and said softly: "Hope...... I...... There was no mistake......"

Ji Ruochen didn't move, for fear of affecting her injuries. Seeing Gu Qing looking at the bluestone on that side, for a while, he didn't know how many feelings surged in his heart.

Not far away, Shang Qiushui was quietly looking at Ji Ruochen and Gu Qing, but they had long forgotten about the world outside them. Shang Qiushui looked at it for a moment, silently put away his forgetfulness, took Yuntai's body, and quietly left.

Gu Qing stroked the bluestone for a long time, then put the bluestone back into Ji Ruochen's arms, and took care of his clothes for him.

Her hands are as good as ice.

Gu Qing seemed to be tired, slowly closed his eyes, and said, "Brother Ruochen, can you ...... Send me back to Yunzhongju?"