Chapter 43 Chapter 43 I am you.

The front yard of Folding Sword Villa quickly became a mess.

Shouts, footsteps, and the sound of swords unsheathed one after another, and one after another, the pale red sword beams pierced through the sky and turned into strands of cobwebs over the villa, completely wrapping the entire villa.

It was the sword formation that Feng Ci had just taught them today.

Feng Ci is very clear in his heart that these are just procrastination.

But he didn't care.

He stared at Pei Qianyue without a word, his eyes filled with softness and tenderness, quietly waiting for Pei Qianyue's answer.

But Pei Qianyue gently pushed him away.

Feng Ci raised his eyebrows: "You don't want?"

"No." Pei Qianyue's voice has become much calmer, he smiled lightly, and said in a low voice: "Master wants to coax me, you should show some sincerity."

Feng Ci was a little confused by his accusation: "Why am I not sincere enough?"

"Fake." Pei Qianyue said, "I don't want it."

In this case, Pei Qianyue has a stubbornness that makes Fengci always incomprehensible.

In terms of wind words, the body is just a body, and changing the body is like changing a piece of clothing. He will care whether the outer skin looks good or not and whether it suits him, but that's all.

Pei Qianyue obviously cared a lot more than him.

He cared that even if he changed back to his original appearance, he didn't want to be too intimate.

I don't know where the obsession came from.

"Don't count."

Feng Ci finally lowered his face to try to coax him, but got such a result, he couldn't say whether he was angry or embarrassed, he turned around and wanted to leave.

But he was pulled by Pei Qianyue again.

Fang's fingers moved up along Feng Ci's arm, "feeling" the back of Feng Ci's neck, and leaned slightly: "But it seems that if you don't do anything, it will be a bit of a loss."

He said, bowing his head slightly.

A kiss was placed at the end of Feng Ci's eyes.

There is a small mole that is very light in color, not close or even visible at all.

There was a sudden roar in the sky above the two of them, as if a thunderstorm exploded, and someone was forcibly breaking through the sword formation. The sky was cloudy and cloudy, and the light and shadow generated by the collision of spiritual power were dazzling.

Under the sky, in this unknown corner, two young people embraced quietly.

Pei Qianyue acted very lightly, and a slightly moist and cold touch came from the end of his eyes, making Feng Ci a little itchy.

He couldn't help shrinking, and Pei Qianyue let him go.

"Wait for the master to find his body." Pei Qianyue raised his hand and gently rubbed his small mole, and whispered, "I will get everything that I want."

On the front mountain of Zhejian Villa, all the brothers are waiting in line.

Brothers Xiao Chengxuan and Xiao Chenghuan stood side by side in the middle of the crowd, holding their breaths and looking towards the mountain gate.

On this day, with the help of Feng Ci, a total of 32 defensive barriers were erected from the foot of the Zhejian Villa to the mountain gate, and even every entry and exit passage. As the last sword formation just fell, Folding Sword Villa was almost wrapped like an iron barrel.

The sky exploded with brilliant rays of light, Xiao Chenghuan looked anxious: "Brother, can this sword formation really hold up?"

Can it hold up?

How long can it last?

Xiao Chengxuan also asked Feng Ci this question.

Feng Ci's answer at the time was that if he came to break the formation, with the strength of Folding Sword Villa, at most he could stop him for a stick of incense.

A brother beside him suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood, his figure fell softly, and the light on the sword also dimmed. Immediately someone helped him aside, and at the same time, another younger brother drew a sword tactic to make up for what he lacked.

Here is the problem.

It's not that Feng Ci's sword formation is not strong enough, but the people who maintain the sword formation are too weak.

There are generally no strong defensive formations in the cultivation world today, such as sword formations, talisman formations, curse formations, and weapon formations.

And the strongest among them is the various sword formations created by Qianqiu Patriarch.

Different from other defensive formations, the sword formation requires the concerted efforts of everyone. Once the essentials are obtained, even a lowly cultivator can create a powerful sword formation.

This is the only way the weak wins the strong.

As more and more brothers who supported the sword formation collapsed from exhaustion, Xiao Chenghuan hurried forward two steps and helped a younger brother: "Brother, they can't hold it anymore, so let's"

"If I can't hold it, I have to hold on." Xiao Chengxuan's eyes reflected the reddish light of the sword formation, and he gritted his teeth, "It's exhausting."

"It's just consuming." A voice came from behind everyone.

Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue finally arrived late.

He walked over to the two brothers and looked up at the horizon. So far, the real culprit behind the scenes still has not "Lu", but only from the light of spiritual power hitting the sword formation, you can see how strong Fang Xiuwei is.

Such a strong cultivation base cannot be stopped by just relying on the defensive formation.

Feng Ci's plan was never to shut Fang out.

All these defenders have a purpose.

consume.

Use the power of the entire Folding Sword Villa, at all costs, to desperately consume the strength of the party.

The spiritual power slammed into the barrier of the sword array, like a thunderous sound, deafening. But just under this violent sound, everyone present suddenly heard an extremely slight crisp sound.

Xiao Chengxuan's pupils tightened suddenly, and he shouted, "Take it down! Take it down!"

But he was slow.

The reddish sword formation shattered in response, as if a ferocious energy attacked, overturning all the younger brothers in the village who were maintaining the sword formation. Xiao Chengxuan hurried forward two steps, grabbed the younger brother who was closest to him, but was knocked flying by the huge impact, and fell to the ground ruthlessly, choking out a mouthful of blood.

Look at his brother who was caught by him, bleeding through the seven orifices, and fainted.

The remaining spiritual light of the sword formation scattered from the sky, strands of light, like a falling star.

Xiao Chengxuan saw a figure coming from the sky in the distance.

A person.

They broke the thirty-two defenses they carefully arranged, and even injured half of the brothers of Zhejian Villa.

Fang actually has one person.

Who is this person? !

An unprecedented cold fear emerged from the depths of his heart, Xiao Chengxuan couldn't even see who was coming, and he could see Fang's white robes flying in the wind.

As if the gods came into the world.

Invisible fear descended on Folding Sword Villa, and in this dead silence, only one person stepped forward.

It's a wind word.

The words of the wind were as heavy as water, and he quickly slapped the nine stone pillars in the front yard, and his hands formed a seal on his chest: "Rise, array!"

Nine stone pillars suddenly rose from the ground.

The stone pillars spiraled upwards in the air, forming an indestructible cage, instantly covering the body flying in the sky.

After the improvement of the wind words, the nine-turn mechanism formation is far more powerful than before. The cage spun rapidly, and nine types of attacks were sent out together towards the center, and the light instantly completely engulfed Dao's figure.

Is it done?

Xiao Chengxuan subconsciously looked at Feng Ci in front of him, the young man looked up at the cage in the sky, his eyebrows lowered, and he sighed indistinctly: "I can't stop it."

His voice fell, a stone pillar suddenly exploded, and the cage was torn open by a slit.

The knot in Feng Ci's hand suddenly changed.

He recited the mantra silently, and the remaining stone pillars quickly gathered in the center from all directions, tightly holding Fang's limbs.

Then, the stone pillars lit up with blazing fire, and the figure in the middle fell rapidly from the air.

boom

The gravel splashed and the ground shook.

No matter how high the cultivation level is, it is only a mortal body, and it is impossible to resist such a violent impact. Feng Ci stared ahead, but when the hustle and bustle dissipated, a figure stood straight on the ruins in front of the mountain gate.

There was a raging flame on the person, and the black smoke from the flames shot straight into the sky, burning his whole person beyond recognition, and he couldn't even find a single piece of intact skin.

He raised his head in the flames, far above Feng Ci's sight.

His eyes were still terribly bright.

An extremely strange feeling emerged in Feng Ci's heart.

Next, people.

He stepped forward and walked forward, and where he stepped, black blood marks were printed on the ground. But as he stepped forward, the flames on his body quietly faded, the rotten flesh fell, and new skin and "hair" were regenerated.

The plain white immortal robe wrapped the young man's quickly repaired body, and the slender hair was spread out and almost fell to the ground. The young man stood not far in front of Feng Ci and looked at him calmly.

His eyes were quiet and unparalleled.

It is the original appearance of Feng Ci.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and burnt, and the breeze lifted the youth's plain white robes, and the youth lingered in brilliance, as if a banished immortal had descended into the world.

Feng Ci really couldn't stand the strange feeling of looking at Zhang's face, and withdrew his eyes to look at Pei Qianyue.

"Is this what you mean by being stolen?" Feng Ci said angrily, "Cheat."

Pei Qianyue's lips seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Feng Ci noticed that his expression became extremely pale.

"You don't have to "force" him to ask him." The young man said, even his voice was exactly the same as Feng Ci's original voice, "I can stand here, he is very helpful."

The young man's eyes fell on Pei Qianyue, and he said softly, "Xiao Hei, you did a great job."

"...Shut up." Pei Qianyue said coldly.

Feng Ci frowned slightly.

"But you shouldn't be my enemy." There was a trace of regret in the young man's eyes, "You know, this is the destiny."

When the words fell, Pei Qianyue suddenly swelled with Ling Lie sword intent.

Since reuniting with Pei Qianyue, Feng Ci has always joked that his family is naive and stingy, and loves to get angry with him if they disagree. But this time, what he felt from Pei Qianyue was not the usual petty anger, but complete anger.

"Pei Qianyue." Feng Ci whispered, but got no response.

Pei Qianyue's robe and hair were all in the sword intent. He looked gloomy, raised his hand, and slowly pulled out a slender black sword from the void.

The slender sword body let out a weng cry because of the master's anger, Ling Ran's sword intent was overwhelming the others around him.

"...Yes!" Feng Ci heard someone behind him exclaim in a low voice.

Even if they don't know what Pei Qianyue looks like, they know the expedition of the city lord Langfeng, and they even know that the handle was built by the ancestor Qianqiu and passed on to his younger brother, and the sword is passed down by each city lord of Langfeng from generation to generation.

- Lonely Shadow.

Pei Qianyue held the Guying Sword tightly, his body swept forward, and the slender blade pierced through the void, unstoppable.

The young man had no weapons in his hands, and with his wide sleeves raised, he took Ling Ran's chilling sword with his palm.

rip-

The plain white immortal robe was smashed by the sword energy, and the swirl of spiritual power generated by the collision stirred up in this messy courtyard. Every sword that Pei Qianyue made contained extremely terrifying killing intent, the young man could not defend and was "forced" to retreat step by step.

His clothes were flying, his hair was flying, the young man looked at Pei Qianyue, his eyes were still soft, and even a little praise: "Compared with three hundred years ago, your cultivation has improved a lot."

"……you shut up."

Pei Qianyue's expression was tense, and his voice almost squeezed out of his teeth.

The young man wanted to say something, but his face suddenly changed.

In the air, a pure sword qi suddenly came from the side, the young man stepped back in a hurry, and a strand of hair was cut by the sword qi and fell gently to the ground.

Pei Qianyue was also affected by this sword energy, he shook his body and was firmly supported from behind.

"What are you rushing for?" Feng Ci grabbed Pei Qianyue's sleeve with one hand, and hung the other hand down, holding a long sword with a faint golden light in his hand.

He snorted softly: "Leave me aside and fight him, what do you think of me as the master?"

Pei Qianyue's anger calmed down in an instant.

He whispered, "Master..."

Wind Ci: "Hmm."

Pei Qianyue's brows stretched out, and he whispered again, "Master."

A smile appeared in Feng Ci's eyes: "Well, I'm here."

He is here, no one else, and there is something in front of him that don't know what it is.

Feng Ci tilted his head slightly, and whispered in Pei Qianyue's ear: "After the situation here is resolved, if you don't explain it to me, I will definitely deal with you."

Pei Qianyue: "Okay."

Feng Ci then raised his eyes to look at the young man not far away.

The young man received his sword just now, and a deep wound was drawn from his shoulder to his arm, and blood spurted out, staining most of his robes red.

He pressed the wound, his face was splashed with blood beads, and his facial features were shockingly beautiful: "You shouldn't stop me."

Feng Ci looked at him coldly: "Why don't I stop the person who bullied me in front of me."

The young man straightened his body slowly, the wound that was deeply visible to the bone quickly repaired, the damaged robe was restored, and soon, even the blood stained on his robe disappeared completely.

Feng Ci frowned: "What are you...what are you?"

His body does not have the ability to self-recover, no matter how high his cultivation base is, and no matter how long he lives, he is just a mere mortal.

But in front of this.

No consciousness, no breath, just an empty shell that can live.

"You shouldn't stop me."

Youth is a word.

"because……"

The young man raised his hand, his palms surged with spiritual power, and in the void, a slender long sword that was exactly the same as Feng Ci's hand appeared.

He pulled out his long sword inch by inch, and the surging sword intent surging all over his body shot straight into the sky like a whirlpool.

The young man stood in the center of the whirlpool, and his eyes were coldly reflected by the sharp blade of his sword.

He looked at Feng Ci from a distance and said calmly, "I am you."