The warm afternoon sun shone from behind Ji Beichen, and the golden sunlight shone on his shoulders. The golden dragon pattern on the black robe slowly appeared, making him majestic and domineering, completely different from the gentle and elegant Ji Beichen before.
Ji Beichen's eyes were scarlet, and he was holding the Cangxu Sword, standing with his hands behind his back. His righteous and awe-inspiring aura made him calm and confident.
He moved his arm slightly, raised his sword and pointed it at Mo Chengfeng, saying: "I, Ji Beichen, have the Great Dao in my heart. I will never change my original intention and will always be kind to others. But being kind to others does not mean being forbearing and giving in. If you hurt my loved ones today, I will not show mercy!" "
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Beichen raised his sword and struck again. This time it was hundreds of fierce and domineering blue-red sword energy. Obviously, this time the technique of "Fengqi Yuandian" had the upper hand.
Mo Chengfeng instantly felt a strong chilling aura. If the defensive array hadn't blocked most of it, this unbearable sense of oppression would have torn him to pieces.
"Bang!" The defensive array around Mo Chengfeng was shattered, and hundreds of cold sword energy turned into ruthless flames, rushing towards Mo Chengfeng fiercely.
Mo Chengfeng had no choice but to give up his defense and hurriedly drew out his sword to meet the enemy. He silently recited the magic formula in his mouth. The light of the sword flickered. The thousand sharp knives were like silver snakes, as sharp as lightning. He quickly rushed towards the hundreds of flames and was able to withstand them. This blow.
He should have been happy at this time, but inside he was terrified. Ji Beichen's powerful sword energy is not only the cultivation level of the object-dispelling stage, but his real cultivation level may have reached the sixth or seventh level of the golden elixir.
Without the absolute suppression of his cultivation, how could he win over Ji Beichen...
Mo Chengfeng is a master of the Golden Core Dzogchen. Although the suppression of Ji Beichen's dual cultivation skills makes him unable to fight back, there is still no problem in saving his life.
But at this time, Mo Chengfeng was in chaos and completely forgot to fight back. After a few rounds, Ji Beichen knocked him to the ground.
Mo Chengfeng lay motionless on the ground, his eyes widened and his whole body trembling. Every part of his body was burned by the flames, leaving him with only one breath left. It was really worse than death, and the pain made his teeth chatter.
His two personal guards had already collapsed to the ground with fear. Seeing that their master was helpless, they crawled over desperately and wanted to die in one place.
Mo Chengfeng looked at the two of them, with a hint of pleading in his eyes, wanting them to give him a good time, because he was in so much pain that he could even smell the burning smell, but at this time he couldn't say a word. He could only hold on like this until he died.
"Want to die? Dreaming!" Ji Beichen saw what Mo Chengfeng was thinking. He had just avoided the vital point, just to make this evil man worse than death and die in pain.
"Brother, please! Just kill us..." Mo Chengfeng's two personal guards crawled to Ji Beichen's feet, kowtowed repeatedly and begged for mercy. They didn't want to be like Mo Chengfeng, struggling to survive. I just hope that Ji Beichen will give them a happy life.
"Since you want to die, it will be as you wish!" Ji Beichen's eyes were cold and he kicked the two of them away, his heart filled with desire for killing.
Wang Yuanting, who was not far away, noticed something was wrong with Ji Beichen, settled the seriously injured Shen Qingxi, and then looked at Yan Yueli who had taken the antidote.
Immediately, he strode forward to stop them and said, "Brother Ji, leave these two people to me. If you take them back to Yan Yue Sect, maybe you can find out something."
"They insulted Li'er and deserve to be killed!" Ji Beichen had no intention of stopping. He took out the dagger from his waist and slowly approached the two people, the murderous intent in his eyes getting stronger.
"Achen..." A soft call came from behind Ji Beichen. Ji Beichen's movements stopped instantly, and his cold and bloodthirsty heart felt a little warm.
"Li'er, are you awake?" Ji Beichen put away the dagger in his hand, no longer caring about anything else, and ran straight to Yan Yueli, holding her gently in his arms.
Yan Yueli buried her cheek tightly in Ji Beichen's chest, and tears of regret and helplessness flowed out. She was too willful and put herself in danger, and also harmed her good sister Shen Qingxi.
"What about Qingxi?" Yan Yueli stopped crying, raised her face, and asked Shen Qingxi's condition in a hoarse voice.
"It's okay, it's all over." Ji Beichen raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Yan Yueli's face, feeling extremely distressed and hating himself for hesitating for a moment, when he should have followed her without hesitation.
Yan Yueli grabbed the clothes on her chest tightly. Thinking of the previous humiliation, she was filled with grief and anger. She bit her silver teeth and said fiercely: "Achen, kill him for me!"
"Definitely." Ji Beichen agreed readily, took out the short knife again, raised the knife with his hand, and inserted the blade into Mo Chengfeng's throat.
There was a "poof" sound as blood gushed out. Mo Chengfeng's eyes were wide-eyed. The death scene could no longer be described as "tragic", and his two personal guards fainted from fright.
Wang Yuanting blew a loud whistle, and the secret guards of Yan Yue Sect hidden in the dense forest appeared one by one to clean up the mess.
Shen Qingxi was seriously injured, so Wang Yuanting simply explained and returned to the Soul-Living Valley, while Yan Yueli was clamoring to return to the Yan Yue Sect.
Ji Beichen was a little embarrassed. He wanted to send Yan Yueli back to the sect, but he was afraid that Yan Wugui would not let him enter the valley. After all, this incident happened because of him.
Yan Yueli knew that Ji Beichen was blaming herself and could not face her father for a while, but she was unwilling to let Ji Beichen leave at this time.
She tightened her arms, hugged Ji Beichen's neck even tighter, and said softly: "Achen, Daddy won't blame you for this. It was me who left willfully and in anger. I really have something very important to say to Daddy." .”
"Okay, I'll take you home." Ji Beichen couldn't stand Yan Yueli's coquettishness, and at the same time felt sorry for her strength. If it were an ordinary woman, she would have cried and made trouble, and would have died.
He kissed Keren'er in his arms again and again, without hesitation, he rose into the air and rushed towards Yan Yue Valley.
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The inner courtyard of the ghost doctor's tomb in Lihun Valley.
"You brat! If there's anything wrong with Xi'er, I won't let you go!" Shi Wuji scolded Wang Yuanting and looked at the door anxiously.
At this time, Baishi had been in for an hour, but there was still no movement. If he hadn't been unable to bear Shen Qingxi's behavior, it wouldn't have been Baishi's turn to diagnose and treat her.
Shi Wuji was unable to help outside the house and was so anxious that he cursed everyone. From Mo Chengfeng to Feng Erniang, the entire Moying Sect was scolded by him.
Wang Yuanting just listened quietly. He found that Shi Wuji scolded him lightly, at least he didn't bring the eighteenth generation of his ancestors with him. In fact, he knew Shen Qingxi's condition best. Although it was not very good, there was no danger for her life. Besides, he also fed Shen Qingxi a life-sustaining pill.
"Yuanting, Qingxi wants you to come in." Bai Shi's voice came from the house. Wang Yuanting breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to push the door in, but was stopped by Shi Wuji.
"You look calm, but you must be anxious inside." Shi Wuji said, pointing to Wang Yuanting's soaked green robe.
"It's really..." Wang Yuanting scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. His clothes were stained with sweat and blood, which really made people feel uncomfortable.
Shi Wuji smiled kindly, patted Wang Yuanting's shoulder, and said, "I'll go in and see her first, and you go change your clothes, so that Xi'er won't worry."
"Okay, I'll change it right away." Wang Yuanting agreed and ran away, looking anxious but not as calm as before.
Shi Wuji smiled and shook his head slightly. This kid can really bear it. If Xi'er gives birth to a child in the house in the future, he would like to see if this kid can still be as calm as before...
"You old guy, why did you drive him away!" Bai Shi opened the door and came out at some point. He raised his hand and punched Shi Wuji firmly on the back.
When Shi Wuji turned around and saw Bai Shi, he quickly put away the smile on his face and scolded him: "Why are you angry? I just asked him to change his clothes. How can I still be so stubborn after this?"
"You..." Bai Shi was about to speak to retort, but was pushed aside by Shi Wuji.
"Get up quickly and let me see Xi'er's injury. It's scratching and scratching, but I don't know if it's cured or not!" With that said, Shi Wuji pushed the door open and went in, leaving Bai Shi sulking there.
Baishi rubbed his slightly stiff fingers and recalled the scene just now. He didn't know what the little old man was thinking just now, but he actually became angry with embarrassment...
After a cup of tea, Shi Wuji was invited out by Shen Qingxi before her butt was warm, because her sweetheart came back after a long journey.
"Yuan Ting, please stay with him for a while. I'll go talk to your sect master." Shi Wuji ordered, Youmoji said a few words about Shen Qingxi's food and decoction, and reluctantly left the door.
"Yuan Ting, you're finally here..." Shen Qingxi saw Shi Wuji leaving and slipped into Wang Yuanting's arms.
"I'm here, and I will always be with you." Wang Yuanting was afraid of hurting Shen Qingxi's wounds, so he hurriedly leaned down and hugged her lovingly, letting the heat of his body warm her cold body.
"I'm so scared, I'm really scared. They are treating the Palace Master..." Shen Qingxi had cried before, but when she saw Wang Yuanting, she began to feel aggrieved and sad again. Tears fell from her eyes, which made her heartbroken. .
"Don't be afraid, it's all over. The palace master is fine, and everyone is fine." Wang Yuanting kept kissing her hands and cheeks, trying to wake her up from the terrible memories.
"When Mo Chengfeng humiliated the palace master, I wanted to die for her..." Shen Qingxi burst into tears and cried heartbreakingly until she couldn't breathe.
Wang Yuanting was so frightened that he hugged Shen Qingxi around the waist and stroked her back. His eyes turned red and his voice choked with sobs: "Do you want me to feel distressed to death..."
"No...no..." Shen Qingxi's crying gradually stopped and she stared at Wang Yuanting with dull eyes, her sobbing look was very endearing.
Wang Yuanting kissed her red and swollen eyes and opened his mouth. He really couldn't bear to talk to her, so he could only comfort her softly: "Don't think about it. He is already dead. Ji Beichen killed him himself."
"Well, that's great..." Shen Qingxi half-closed her eyes, exhausted both physically and mentally, and fell asleep in Wang Yuanting's arms.
"There's really nothing we can do about you." Wang Yuanting took off his coat and put on his clothes and went down.
Shen Qingxi immediately stuck to him, pressed her cheek tightly against his chest, and fell asleep with a relaxed expression.
In the courtyard outside the house, Bai Shi was so anxious that he stamped his feet. The tea in front of him had gone cold, and he couldn't swallow a sip: "Why doesn't this kid come out? He is alone, just in case..."
"Are you in a hurry now? When you brought them together in the past, you didn't have so many taboos." Shi Wuji sat on the rocking chair, drinking tea leisurely, occasionally playing with the charcoal fire in the stove.
Seeing that he was calm and composed, Baishi also sat down and poured another cup of tea, jokingly saying: "Hey! It seems that you are waiting to have a grandson?"
"What great-grandson?" Shi Wuji sat up and said seriously and solemnly: "Only a girl knows how to love someone!"
