The continuous autumn rain is like the most affectionate sorrow, showing the sharpest cold light in the rustling autumn wind.
The second level of sword formation in Spring and Autumn is Autumn Killing.
Autumn kills all things, and what is hidden in the continuous rain is not sentimental thoughts, but murderous intention.
Four pure black Liangyi swords were hidden in the thin rain. No one knew which one of the continuous drizzle was the life-threatening blade.
The charming woman in the pink skirt was the first to feel the endless killing intent.
To the front, back, left and right, four pure black Liangyi swords appeared silently in the rain like elusive shadows hidden in the dark night, sealing off the surroundings of Fairy Feng in an instant.
The dark and deep black sword body was not touched by any rain, and the spiritual light all over the body was restrained, turning into deep streams of light across Feng Xianzi's body.
Throat, heart, Dantian, sea of consciousness.
The four pure black Liangyi swords stabbed directly at the monk's most lethal place, without mercy, simply and neatly.
Fairy Feng was naturally not too vigilant. Seeing the three brothers of the Zhao family holding up their spiritual shields, Fairy Feng decided to play it safe even though the raindrops on her hands and faces were nothing special except that they were colder. Some as well.
Before the spiritual power in her body could be condensed, Fairy Feng heard a cry of surprise and a flash of coldness.
The milky-white shell magic weapon flew out from Fairy Feng's neck, blocking a pure black flying sword that was piercing her throat.
The green hosta in the hair broke in response, and the crisp cracking sound fell into everyone's ears.
A snow-white veil was hurriedly raised to cover the pure black flying sword that struck his heart from the front.
On Fairy Feng's body, two magical weapons for personal defense appeared on their own, blocking two Liang Yi swords. Fairy Feng herself blocked a Liang Yi sword in a hurry.
Unfortunately, the murderous intention coming from behind, silently mixed in the rain and fog, instantly broke through the monk's protective spiritual power, split the cassock, penetrated the body, and pierced the Dantian.
In her consciousness, Fairy Feng saw the horrified expressions of the three brothers of the Zhao family, the pure black flying sword silently behind her, and her opened Dantian.
The dantian of the foundation-building monk, the golden elixir of the golden elixir master, and the Yuanying of the Nascent Soul Lord.
They are all deadly beings.
Surging spiritual power overflowed from the crack in Dantian. Fairy Feng could clearly feel the spiritual power passing through her body bit by bit. How could a monk who was used to spiritual power filling his body accept such a thing? Condition.
Endless panic breeds, spreads, and engulfs Fairy Feng's heart.
Feng Xianzi, who hurriedly worked her mind to mobilize her spiritual power, watched helplessly as the spiritual power poured into her body and then spilled out of her body along her Dantian. A feeling of emptiness filled her heart.
In a flash, after one blow, the pure black Liangyi sword, regardless of whether it hit or not, disappeared after one blow, and merged into the boundless rain curtain again, hiding among the gradually rising rain and mist.
Like a ghost, a ghost.
Autumn brings murderous intent, and the bleak autumn scenery everywhere is filled with a faint sense of murderous intent.
The three brothers of the Zhao family witnessed with their own eyes what happened to Fairy Feng. The expressions of the three of them changed drastically. They each offered their magical weapons and stood back to back in a tacit understanding, forming a triangle shape. They were layered with spiritual shields and carefully defended themselves. Keep it up to prevent even the slightest bit of autumn rain from falling in.
A monk without spiritual power is fragile and no better than a mortal.
The raindrops falling all over the sky fell on Fairy Feng's body, wetting her black hair and soaking her cheeks. It no longer meant a refreshing feeling, but a chill that penetrated her bones.
It is naturally much easier for a monk without spiritual power to be killed.
There was no need for the Liangyi Sword to appear, just a trace of rain with spiritual power, it was easy to cut open the snow-white neck, and the bright red blood was like a red plum, dripping in this bleak autumn color.
"help me......"
These were the last words Fairy Feng left in the world. Facing her so-called companions, the three brothers of the Zhao family, her beautiful eyes showed deep fear and despair.
None of the three Zhao brothers took action to save Fairy Feng.
To them, monks without spiritual power are just weeds and wildflowers on the roadside. No matter how beautiful they are, it is much harder to find ugly ones among monks than beautiful ones.
Beauty, except for some lecherous monks, has never been the first choice of monks.
There was no emotion in the eyes of the three of them. A monk would have seen many lives and deaths in his life, but a so-called partner with whom he had no great relationship could have ups and downs in his mood.
Fairy Feng knew this, and Lingchu understood it even more.
This is why Lingchu chose Fairy Feng first to attack.
Although the four people in this group are partners and act together, in the end, three of the four are brothers. From the looks of it, Fairy Feng does not think highly of these three brothers, so naturally there is no extra emotional entanglement.
So naturally, among the four, the first one who needs to take action is Fairy Feng.
The weakest link.
It is also because this Sword Formation Spring and Autumn is one of the two spells recorded in the foundation-building period of the "Eternal Life Sutra". While it is powerful, it naturally consumes a large amount of spiritual power.
It is not easy to trap four foundation-building monks at the same time, including several monks who are higher than himself. Then he controls the second change, Autumn Kill, and uses four swords to kill the same foundation-building monks. .
It consumes a lot of spiritual energy and spiritual consciousness.
Lingchu, who controlled the sword formation, could clearly feel the spiritual power flowing away.
After some calculations, even if the Hidden Spirit Pendant restores spiritual power and kills all these people, there will not be much spiritual power left in the body. In Wanfu Mountain today, because of the birth of Ghost Heart Lotus and the gathering of foundation-building monks, there is no With abundant spiritual power, Lingchu was afraid that even this Ten Thousand Tombs Mountain would not allow her to get out safely.
However, knowing that they have monks who may be Ghost Heart Lotus Lotus Seeds, these four people, if they give it a try, bet that no monks will pass by at this time, kill these people, hide, and wait for Ghost Heart Lotus. The storm has passed, and maybe we can get through it safely.
When Lingchu first got the jade lotus seed, he was naturally confused for a moment, but he soon thought of what it was.
On the Ten Thousand Tombs Mountain, like lotus seeds, the one being chased could only be the ghost heart lotus that caused the storm.
Ghost Heart Lotus Lotus Seeds contain the majestic ghost energy and Yin power, and are the purest. Using Ghost Heart Lotus Lotus Seeds as a guide, the death energy of the "Sutra of Immortality" is condensed, which is better than the spirit of the soul that absorbed the free spirit of Wanfen Mountain at the beginning. , the mixed Yin Qi must be much better.
Lingchu had no intention of competing for the treasure, but he would not refuse it when it was delivered to his door.
With the decision in mind, Ling Chu's clear eyes narrowed slightly, murderous intent rising and falling.
The news that Ghost Heart Lotus Seeds was in her hands could not be leaked. She did not want to be hunted down by people from heaven to earth, and she could not give it away. Then, the three people in the formation must die.
As if feeling the master's thoughts, in the sword array, the ink swords made a soft sound, and the eight Liangyi swords trembled.
At this moment, Lingchu's consciousness stirred slightly, and his handsome face stained with murderous intent changed slightly.
