The head of the Yun family was panicked and said from the side: "Mr. Chen, this matter happened because of my Yun family, and Mr. Chen suffered a disaster because of it. Yun felt extremely guilty, and asked Mr. Chen to take the first step. Even if Yun has to risk his life, , I also want to send Mr. Chen out!"
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "Master Yun, you don't have to, actually..."
"Mr. Chen, leave quickly!!"
The head of the Yun family stepped forward, raised his hand fiercely, and a small sword flew out of his sleeve, turning into a fairy sword filled with cold light, which he held tightly in his hand.
In just a moment, his aura reached the realm of divine transformation, and it was still rising gradually.
Ji Fuyao waved his sleeves and said indifferently: "Kill him!"
Chen Changsheng was shocked, and then he realized that the head of the Yun family was really serious and had used all the secret techniques.
However, such a secret method may cause serious consequences and cannot be continued.
Chen Changsheng stepped forward, raised his hand, and a stream of magic power entered the Yun family leader's body along his shoulder.
The head of the Yun family was stunned for a moment, and suddenly found that his rising magic power was suddenly suppressed, and returned to his dantian bit by bit.
And the aura on his body gradually dropped, and he returned to the golden elixir realm.
"Mr. Chen, you..." The head of the Yun family said blankly.
"careful."
Chen Changsheng said something and then pulled the Yun Family Master behind him.
"Zheng!"
A burst of music suddenly swept over.
Then they saw sound waves transforming into lions, tigers, snakes and fish and attacking towards them.
Chen Changsheng waved his sleeves and passed by, and a breeze swept by.
The fluctuations in front of his eyes dissipated in the blink of an eye, as if blown away by the wind.
But that's not all.
Ji Fuyao suddenly moved forward, raising his hand and a pair of silver bells appeared in his hand.
"Jingle Bell……"
The sound of the silver bell attacks the soul, making it impossible to avoid it.
The head of the Yun family suddenly felt dizzy, even having difficulty standing, and his face was filled with pain.
Chen Changsheng's face remained unchanged as he pinched the spell, "The magic sound of the spell cannot enter his ears."
"Edict!"
After the words fell, the head of the Yun family slowly came to his senses.
Under the sound of the silver bell, Chen Changsheng seemed to be unaffected. He said, "Palace Master really doesn't know how to gain wisdom from every hardship."
Ji Fuyao said: "Fellow Daoist Chen, there is still room for maneuver now. I really don't want you to die."
Chen Changsheng smiled calmly and said: "Palace Master, don't worry, Chen will also spare your life."
Chen Changsheng stretched out his hand and called out, "Here comes the Yuqing Sword."
A fairy sword appeared in his hand.
When Ji Fuyao saw the sword, he was obviously stunned.
How familiar it looks!
Chen Changsheng asked: "It seems that the palace master knows this sword."
Ji Fuyao's expression suddenly changed and he asked, "Why is Zhao Yuqing's sword here with you!!"
"Well, this should be considered a gift from him to Chen."
Chen Changsheng said: "Speaking of which, this sword should have retired to old age long ago. If Chen's sword wasn't around, I wouldn't be willing to let him come out to work anymore."
As he spoke, he raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at Ji Fuyao.
"Chen will give you some advice, Palace Master."
As soon as the words fell, the sword intent and sword energy suddenly spread out in the hall.
Ji Fuyao panicked for a moment, and then called out: "Disciples, please obey your orders and create a killing formation for Qiongqi!"
"yes!"
A kind of Qin Yue Palace monk sat down cross-legged, and in an instant, the sound of hundreds of Qin music sounded.
"Zheng!"
As the sound of the piano gradually rose, a stream of mana aura surged up.
I saw above the main hall, the magic power of the sound of the piano transformed into a ferocious beast Qiongqi's appearance, a roar, and murderous intent filled the air.
Chen Changsheng said: "Please also ask Master Yun to stay behind Chen."
The head of the Yun family said: "Sir, you must be careful!"
He holds the sword in one hand and is always ready to take action. If his husband is in danger, he is willing to save his life.
Chen Changsheng said calmly: "There's no need to be so nervous. Even if you beat them, Chen doesn't have to shake them."
The head of the Yun family blinked, not quite understanding.
Shake people? What's the meaning?
Chen Changsheng looked at the Qiongqi Dharma Appearance and couldn't help but shake his head and said, "It looks a bit like it, but it's still a bit lacking in momentum."
Qiong Qiyin was like a howling dog, he raised his head and roared, staring at Chen Changsheng with a pair of ferocious eyes.
Ji Fuyao's tone became cold and he said indifferently: "Kill!"
Qiongqi surged forward, and its momentum also surged at the moment when the music of the piano was aroused.
"Zheng, Zhengzheng..."
The murderous aura in the music moves with the mood of the music, and Qiongqi is also closely related to the music of these monks.
The inheritance of Qin Yue Palace can indeed be said to be excellent. The method of transforming the sound of Qin music into strange beasts to the point of thousands of transformations can also be said to be extremely mysterious.
Chen Changsheng raised the jade in his hand and gave an order.
"The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the law is retreating!"
"Sword Intent, rise!"
A sad sword energy spread in the hall.
Just for a moment like this, the expressions of many monks were stagnant, and at the same time it affected the sound of the piano music. At that moment, the momentum of Qiongqi Faxiang was also depressed by the sound of the piano.
"cut!"
Chen Changsheng raised his hand and slashed at Qiongqi with his sword.
Under the sweep of the sword energy, the Qiongqi Dharma image was like a thin piece of paper, disappearing in front of his eyes in an instant.
The sword energy passed through and forced Ji Fuyao away.
Seeing this, Ji Fuyao played the long qin, causing a tremor in the dormitory.
"Zheng!"
"Iron Horse Glacier!"
The sound of the piano turned into an iron horse galloping away with great momentum.
But in the end, he still couldn't block the sword energy.
The Dharma falls apart!
"Bang!"
The Changqin shattered, Ji Fuyao spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.
"Palace Master!"
The disciples in the palace were frightened and quickly stepped forward to protect the palace.
Ji Fuyao coughed lightly. She fell to the ground looking a little embarrassed. She glared at Chen Changsheng and said sternly: "Kill him!"
In just an instant, thousands of disciples surrounded Chen Changsheng and the head of the Yun family.
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said: "It's boring..."
"Master Yun, step back."
The head of the Yun family was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then backed away obediently.
"Stay further away."
The head of the Yun family took a few steps back.
Chen Changsheng tightened his grip on the sword, raised it, and wiped the blade with his fingertips.
His eyes passed over the sword bit by bit. This weather-beaten fairy sword was now showing its glory again, but it couldn't lose its momentum because of it.
There was no wind or rain, but there was a sudden chill in the hall.
On the fairy mountain of Qinle Palace, for some reason, white snow fell, falling like flowers.
Within a moment, the snowflakes became more intense, as if they were burying something.
In the main hall, thousands of disciples had angry eyes. Under the playing of the strings, accompanied by the sound of killing, hundreds of thousands of Dharma signs came towards them like iron horses.
Chen Changsheng raised his hand and picked up a sword flower.
In an instant, the flying snow outside the hall slowed down, and the attacking Dharma in front of him stopped.
The people in the palace had different expressions, and they all turned still at this moment.
Swing out the sword!
The sword energy spread from the soles of his feet like a crescent moon.
Landslides and landslides!
