Among the ruins, even the blazing sunshine will become cold because of these ruins.
Shang Fenghua stood in front of Wuhua and said expressionlessly: "Little monk, what is your last wish?"
Wuhua said nothing and recited Buddhist scriptures. The "卍" Buddhist seal on his forehead shone with a faint golden light, which was extremely weak.
There was a dagger in Shang Fenghua's hand, with countless blades and flashes of light.
The next moment, the dagger will fall on Wuhua's throat and take away Wuhua's life.
Suddenly, a sword light surged in, like wind and thunder, forcing Shang Fenghua to stop.
Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared in front of Shang Fenghua.
White clothes are better than snow and as cold as ice.
Ye Qinghuan got rid of the obstruction of Qiao Jun's brother and sister and rescued Wu Hua in time.
Shang Fenghua took a few steps back and distanced himself from Ye Qinghuan.
"Who are you?" Shang Fenghua asked.
Ye Qinghuan looked at Wuhua and asked, "Are you okay?"
Wuhua was also surprised that Ye Qinghuan would appear here.
"Amitabha, thank you Brother Ye for helping me."
"It's okay." After Ye Qinghuan said that, he looked at Shang Fenghua.
"Fight, or get out of the way."
The broken dome exudes icy cold air, freezing the surrounding air.
The body of the Skybreaking Sword is originally a piece of meteorite ice, crystal clear, reflecting the sunlight, revealing colorful lights and shadows.
Qiao Jun and Qiao Ting also caught up.
In the brief fight just now, the two of them failed to stop Ye Qinghuan with their combined efforts, which made the two of them look dull.
"He is Ye Qinghuan." Qiao Jun said.
Qiao Jun also got to know some strong young men in the world.
After the fight, he recognized Ye Qinghuan.
Hearing this, Shang Fenghua looked at Ye Qinghuan and said: "The Ghost Hunting Pavilion is hunting night ghosts. Anyone who blocks it will be killed without mercy!"
Faced with Shang Fenghua's threat, Ye Qinghuan did not react at all, and still stood in front of Wuhua with his sword.
After a few breaths, Shang Fenghua took off the black broadsword behind him again and held it horizontally in front of him.
"Collude with Night Ghost and betray the human race, you should be killed!"
Ye Qinghuan still looked at each other calmly.
No matter how ghosts are at night, Ye Qinghuan always only does what he should do.
I don’t want to explain it, and I don’t need to explain it to anyone.
Previously, Ye Qinghuan was in Nanzhou Mansion with Madam Lu and Si Qinxue.
He didn't want to be enemies with the two of them, so he persuaded them to leave the Chu Palace.
But obviously, Ye Qinghuan's persuasion was unsuccessful.
After learning that Wuhua was being hunted, Ye Qinghuan also rushed towards Ruyi Town.
Fortunately, Ye Qinghuan arrived in time and rescued Wuhua.
"You are on the seventh level of the Open Monument. You have a good talent. I will give you another chance. Kill this monk and you can survive." Shang Fenghua did not want to massacre the human race.
The Ghost Hunting Pavilion was born just to hunt night ghosts.
Ye Qinghuan shook his head slightly, even though the Shang Fenghua in front of him was a strong man of the eighth grade of the monument, and behind him was Qiao Jun and Qiao Ting, who was also the seventh grade of the monument.
Ye Qinghuan was still not afraid.
At this time, Wuhua said: "Brother Ye, if you can't beat me, you'd better run away. Buddha said that life and death are determined by destiny."
Ye Qinghuan suddenly smiled and said, "When did Buddha say this?"
Wuhua and Shang Fenghua had been fighting each other for several days, and they knew how terrifying these three people were.
If I hadn't practiced the "Golden Bell" since I was a child and had the blessing of the golden light of Buddhism, I definitely wouldn't have been able to hold back for so long.
Wuhua said pitifully: "They killed the young monk by mistake, and they will regret it sadly in the future."
Shang Fenghua did not hesitate, took the broadsword again and killed Ye Qinghuan.
The swords collided, and countless rays of light enveloped Ruyi Zhen.
This is the first time Ye Qinghuan uses Po Qiong to fight after getting Po Qiong.
The Frost-Destroying Sword Intent perfectly accommodates the Sky-Breaking Sword Intent, and even more perfects Ye Qinghuan's swordsmanship.
The sword becomes colder, and "Frost Destruction" becomes more terrifying.
The wind and snow paved the road, and everywhere it went, it condensed into ice.
Thunder surged, shattering the magnificent sword lights.
But after all, his opponent was a strong man at the eighth level of the Open Monument, and his level was already one level higher than Ye Qinghuan's.
It is never the best strategy to fight with force by using a broad sword that is powerful and heavy.
Moreover, Wuhua lost his fighting power and could only be protected by Ye Qinghuan.
After the wind and snow, Ye Qinghuan thrust out his sword, and the broken dome emitting dazzling light obscured the sight of the three people.
In just an instant, countless sword energy slashed in both directions.
Ice condensed behind the sword light, flying like flying arrows.
Shang Fenghua's eyes froze, and he raised the black broadsword and held it in front of him.
The huge broadsword was like a door, blocking Shang Fenghua's body.
The bombardment of countless sword energy still made the broadsword in his hand tremble, and the hand holding the broadsword also felt slightly numb.
"Terrible sword energy. He is indeed a famous boy in the world." Shang Fenghua couldn't help but praise in his heart.
On the other side, Qiao Jun and Qiao Ting retreated one after another, and only their swords combined could block the fierce sword energy.
There were a few more sword marks on the ground, and the ice was broken all over the ground.
"Brother, this Ye Qinghuan is so powerful!" Qiao Tingting whispered.
Qiao Jun looked at the young man in white clothes and snow, and felt a little more wary.
Just with the sword strike just now, I, who is also the seventh-grade Opening Monument, couldn't do it to this extent.
Ye Qinghuan danced his sword, the frost-extinguishing sword intention floated around, and the temperature dropped sharply.
The puddles on the ground were frozen into ice, the collapsed walls were cracked by the freeze again, and everything around them was condensed into a layer of frost.
Snow was falling in the sky, and within a few breaths it was covered in heavy snow.
"This is..." Qiao Jun looked at the flying snow with a complicated expression.
As a sword cultivator, he can understand how much understanding is needed to change the world?
This person's understanding of the true meaning of swordsmanship is comparable to that of a great cultivator of the ninth grade.
When Shang Fenghua saw this, he said in a deep voice: "No need to hold back, surround and kill them!"
The three of them simultaneously launched an offensive against the surrounded Ye Qinghuan and Wuhua.
Ye Qinghuan thought, the wind and snow became even stronger, and the goose-feather-like snow obscured the vision of several people, and also obscured all the three people's perceptions.
Qiao Ting couldn't help but retreat. The moment she exited the wind and snow, she regained her senses.
The two people who entered Ye Qinghuan's wind and snow could only see the heavy snow falling in front of them.
boom!
The broad sword swept across, sweeping away the flying snow in front of him.
The heavy snow is like flowing water, and the water flows even more when the knife cuts off the water.
Immediately afterwards, sword light raged in the wind and snow, appearing from all directions.
Tear!
The white robes of the three people were all torn by sword light.
The sword light was not fatal, but the heavy snow was like a cage trapping the three of them.
If you want to kill Ye Qinghuan and Wuhua, you must pass through the barrier of this heavy snow.
"Tan Youying!" Shang Fenghua shouted.
Qiao Jun understood instantly.
The heavy snow can obscure the perception of the three people, but Tan Youying can lead the way as long as she can smell the breath of the night ghost.
The fluorescent firefly flew out of the bottle.
However, Tan Youying was hovering in front of him, but he was flying away from the wind and snow.
Is Tan Youying also afraid of wind and snow?
"No, Tan Youying can sense the scent of night ghosts within a ten-mile radius. Could it be..." Shang Fenghua had a bad premonition.
After just a few breaths, the wind and snow dissipated.
Where were Ye Qinghuan and Wuhua where they were?
Escaped.
Shang Fenghua didn't expect that the other party could escape when the three of them were surrounded.
boom!
The broad knife slashed down, causing the surrounding houses to become even more fragmented.
...
After nightfall, Ye Qinghuan took Wuhua, who was seriously injured, to find an abandoned house.
With or without Hua by his side, Ye Qinghuan didn't dare to give it a try.
"I have set up a ban around the area. If anyone comes, they will be discovered immediately. You have a good rest." Ye Qinghuan said.
Wuhua clasped his hands together, nodded to Ye Qinghuan and said, "Thank you, Brother Ye, for saving your life."
Ye Qinghuan smiled and said: "You don't have to be so polite. If I were in trouble, I believe you would come to save me at all costs."
A smile finally appeared on Wuhua's face.
"But why are the people in the Ghost Hunting Pavilion chasing you?" Ye Qinghuan asked.
Wuhua frowned and shook his head in confusion. "The young monk doesn't know either."
Wuhua was saving all sentient beings, but was chased by Shang Fenghua and the others.
Ye Qinghuan said nonchalantly: "No matter what, if they want to kill you, we will kill them first."
Ye Qinghuan's truth couldn't be simpler - if you want to kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed.
...
Temporarily escaping the pursuit of Shang Fenghua and others, Wuhua finally had time to restore his true energy.
Within a few breaths, Wuhua's breathing gradually calmed down and he fell into a deep sleep.
In the dream, Wuhua walked into the Hanging Temple again, and all the brothers gathered in the temple.
His master, Master Xuan Song, the abbot of Xuankong Temple, sat in front of the Buddha, banging wooden fish and chanting sutras.
The majestic Buddha statue has a solemn treasure and is worshiped by the world.
Sanskrit sounds hit my ears one after another, and the ringing of bells echoed... I don't know why, today, the sound of chanting sutras and ringing bells that I have listened to for more than ten years is particularly harsh.
As the Sanskrit sounds echoed, Wuhua knelt down on the ground in pain, his brain seemed to be split.
"Master, master..." Wuhua shouted heartbreakingly.
The only thing that responds to Wuhua is countless Sanskrit sounds.
He was extremely familiar with those scriptures.
At this moment, the sound of chanting sutras was like needles piercing Wuhua's mind.
The heartbreaking pain made Wuhua's eyes red and filled with countless blood.
"Stop reading! Shut up!"
"I said, shut up!"
Wuhua knelt on the ground and punched the ground again and again, not stopping until his fists were dripping with blood.
Tick tock...
Tick tock...
Blood fell on the ground drop by drop.
"Stop reading it, stop reading it."
Wuhua's voice changed from begging to roaring.
His body stood up uncontrollably.
He clenched his fists and walked step by step to Xuan Song.
"Master, stop reading!"
Wuhua crushed the wooden fish with one foot, and all the sounds suddenly stopped.
Rifts of dark mist rose from the soles of Wuhua's feet.
The strange black mist surged in all directions, wrapping around Wuhua's body.
This is not an ordinary black mist, but a pure and incomparable magic mist.
The soaring magic mist quickly swallowed Wuhua's body, and a bloodthirsty and crazy killing intention filled Wuhua's mind.
Kill, kill!
Kill these humans and these dead bald donkeys!
Wuhua began to change, growing taller and taller, becoming bigger and bigger, like the magnificent Buddha statue in the temple.
It's just that Wuhua's body is filled with demonic mist, his whole body is dark, and his face is extremely ferocious.
The so-called compassion can't be seen in Wuhua.
This is a demon Buddha!
Wuhua raised his huge foot and dropped it towards Xuan Song in front of the Buddha!
"No! Master!"
Wuhua woke up from her dream, covered in cold sweat.
Devil, am I really a night ghost?
