The woman was so frightened by the thunder that her body shivered in the rain and fell to the ground. Then she got up again and continued to huddle on the ground holding her knees.
Her feet were now bare, stepping on uneven ground. Even though the pain was unbearable, she still didn't dare to cry. She only let out occasional sobs accompanied by the sound of wind and rain. The tears on her face had long been mixed with the rain. divide each other.
She slowly raised her head and looked at Gong Jin's back on the cliff through her wet hair. She gritted her teeth and a bold idea suddenly appeared in her mind. However, the idea quickly disappeared without a trace, as if it had never happened before. appeared. Because before she reacted, this person was an immortal cultivator. Not only would her actions not have any effect, but it would probably lead to her own death.
After a long time, Gong Jin saw that the rain had no intention of stopping. After sneering, she put the cork on the wine gourd in her hand and put it back in her waist, turned around and walked along the mountain road.
The woman quickly climbed up from the ground and staggered behind her. After a while, the two of them quickly disappeared into the wind and rain.
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Listening to the sound of rain hitting the car window, Ye Fengyu frowned slightly, seeming to find the rain annoying. He turned to look at the hazy scene outside the car window, which looked like his future fairyland. Confused.
Liu Shuqin looked at him, silent, and there was no emotion on her face. She didn't know what she was thinking.
The taxi was speeding along the straight street in the wind and rain, the wipers swinging rapidly. Even so, the driver could only vaguely see the outline of the road ahead through the windshield. Fortunately, he often traveled in the city. Be very familiar with the road, otherwise you will easily get into an accident.
“This bad weather, I don’t know when it will rain!”
The driver just complained casually and didn't hear anyone in the back seat of the car respond. He glanced at the rearview mirror and realized that their thoughts were not on him, so he had no choice but to continue to concentrate on driving.
In the sky covered with dark clouds, night came at some point. Ye Fengyu and the two arrived at the Fireworks Wine City smoothly. After getting off the car, they hurried to the street to take shelter from the rain. However, what happened next was shocking. The two of them were unexpected.
The taxi was only more than ten meters away from the two of them. A black mist quickly rose from the rain on the ground. In the blink of an eye, it submerged the entire car. Without making any sound, the car began to be compressed, and the car began to be compressed. The drivers and masters inside were all compressed into an iron ball.
In the wind, the two of them clearly smelled the smell of gasoline and burning. Looking forward, they found that the iron ball had turned into a pile of powder, and then turned directly into nothingness and was blown away. Some remaining The dust mixed with rainwater flowed into the sewer.
The street quickly became quiet. In fact, it had always been quiet. There was no sound from the beginning to the end. It was as if the taxi had never appeared. However, Ye Fengyu and the two knew very well that the car had really existed.
Their expressions quickly became solemn, and they stared at the street where the taxi disappeared, not wanting to miss any clue. However, the breath disappeared just as quickly as it appeared.
Ye Fengyu had seen black aura before. The man who called himself Huang Junwu in the dark alley last night was this black aura. It was obviously different from today's aura, but it could be seen that it came from the same set of techniques.
Just when Ye Fengyu's face looked a little ugly, he suddenly felt that the spiritual energy of the world around him suddenly became extremely heavy, and he clearly felt that his movements had become slower, as if there was a big mountain pressing on him, and even breathing became extremely difficult. Previously, the aura of heaven and earth was a pool of water, but now it is a pool of viscous liquid.
The surrounding shops had long thought that the storm would make them temporarily unable to operate, so they closed their doors early. There was no one on the street.
, the originally deserted streets became solemn at this moment.
Ye Fengyu could still accept it, but Liu Shuqin beside her was almost knocked down by the pressure. Fortunately, she activated the cultivation in her body in time.
Looking at the pale Liu Shuqin beside him, Ye Fengyu asked anxiously and concernedly: "Shuqin, how are you?"
Although he was wondering why this aura didn't put pressure on Ye Fengyu directly, it was too late to think about it now, because a breathtaking aura had already hit him from the other side of the street.
This is a city of fireworks and wine. On a clear night in the past, you can often see people setting off fireworks around here, creating a lively scene. Most of the surrounding shops are restaurants. On weekdays, you can often hear the sound of drinking orders echoing in the streets. Walking among them, you can smell the aroma of different wines in the air. Those who have a weak drinker only need to walk through this street. He was so drunk that he staggered and became dizzy.
However, today due to the sudden violent storm, the Fireworks and Wine City was no longer noisy as before. Instead, the streets were filled with cold murderous intentions.
Opposite where Ye Fengyu and Liu Shuqin were standing, there was an alley of unknown depth. At this time, the alley was filled with billowing black fog, surging out of the alley like a black tsunami.
"Kala!"
The sound of rain was still falling, and accompanied by thunder that resounded through the sky from time to time, the whole world seemed extremely excited.
Rain fell into the black mist, and wind passed through the alley. However, it still failed to blow away the black mist. Instead, it became thicker and thicker, and soon merged with the night.
The dim street lights in the rain became dimmer and dimmer, and even the rainwater flowing out of the alley became more turbulent, and the water level had risen to a depth that could submerge your feet.
As the black mist overflowed from the alley, the eyes of Ye Liu and the two men became solemn and they stared carefully ahead. A sharp object slowly emerged from the billowing black mist.
Liu Shuqin resisted the pressure and took out the piano from behind, sat directly on the steps behind her, placed the piano across her knees, and then fiddled with the strings with her fingers without hesitation.
She is known as the number one young person in the world, but she seems extremely weak in the face of this oppression. This shows that the opponent's cultivation level is far above hers, at least the cultivation level of Tongfa, but she doesn't know the power of this technique. Where does the aura come from? Looking across the world, she has never seen such an aura in any of the techniques she has seen.
The aura in the black mist was full of the smell of corruption, and the corruption was also mixed with a bit of old age, giving people a sense of desolation. She felt that it would be very difficult to deal with it.
The sharp object in the black mist ahead has completely appeared in the air. It is a two-foot-two-inch ghost-headed sword. The ghost head on the handle is constantly spitting out black mist. The black mist wraps around the blade and drips onto it. The rainwater on the blade evaporated instantly.
There was the sound of a piano in the streets, and sound waves came out from the piano in front of Liu Shuqin. With difficulty, he mobilized a trace of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to condense into a small spiritual flying sword, and flew towards the ghost-headed sword in front of him.
In normal times, this flying sword would have been like the current violent storm, moving forward with supreme will, but now in front of the Ghost Head Sword, it was like an erratic straw in the strong wind, which could be blown away at any time.
Soon enough, the two methods collided together. The aura flying sword instantly turned into nothingness and dissipated in the wind and rain on the street. Liu Shuqin let out a muffled groan and blood spilled from the corner of her lips.
She had never seen such a powerful Tongfa Realm expert take action, and even felt that even if Elder Chu was here, it might be a bit difficult, so she did not feel inferior at all.
On the other hand, the ghost-headed sword only made a slight tremor, and then continued to fly towards Liu Shuqin. Its momentum did not decrease at all, and the waterfall-like rain curtain was cut into a gap by it. In the blink of an eye,
up.
Ye Fengyu had been preparing to do something just now, but what happened before him happened too fast. His cultivation level was far different from Liu Shuqin's, and there was no way he could respond as soon as he sensed danger. What's more, the other party's realm is really unpredictable. I just lament that his cultivation level is too low.
But no matter how low he was, he still took a step. The moment after the swords collided, Ye Fengyu stepped in front of Liu Shuqin. He couldn't think of any other way to block the sword, but he really couldn't stand by and watch. If Liu Shuqin died, he could only use his own body to block it. If he couldn't block it, there was nothing wrong with dying together.
Looking at the upright figure in front of her, Liu Shuqin's face changed slightly, and she wanted to say something, but as soon as her lips opened a small gap, blood began to gush out more and more violently, dripping between the strings on her knees.
"Step aside!"
She still said these two words with difficulty, her eyes full of determination, as if if he didn't get out of the way, she would push him away at all costs, but after the words fell, the figure in front of her still showed no reaction.
She wanted to push him away, but then she realized that she was seriously injured and unable to do anything, so she could only seize the time to close her eyes and regulate her breathing, trying to give herself the strength to rejoin the battle.
At the same time, the Ghost Head Sword arrived in front of Ye Fengyu. Ye Fengyu showed no intention of resisting or resisting, and just stood there quietly.
He had already stepped into the rain from under the eaves. The rain wet his body unceremoniously, and his wet hair fell on his forehead. He felt a little uncomfortable, so he frowned a little tightly and stared at the ghost head knife in front of him. His eyes were firm, even angry.
A strong man at the pinnacle of the Dharma Realm used such powerful means to deal with a junior at the Entrance Realm. He did not allow anyone to fight back. In Ye Fengyu's view, such a person had no moral ethics and had lost his ability as a master. His style, even his face.
In his slightly cold eyes, the Ghost Head Saber stopped in front of his forehead for an instant, and then flew back into the black mist at a faster speed, looking very panicked. It seemed that the man in the mist did not expect such a thing to happen. .
At the same time that the Ghost Head Saber disappeared into the black mist, the black mist instantly dissipated into nothingness in the wind, revealing a hurried and pale figure.
There was a crutch under the left side of the man's body. Looking down, one of the firm and strong legs became a little shaky at this time, and on the other side, only the bundled trouser legs were left shaking slightly in the wind. The deep wrinkles on his face made him look as deep as the murals on the wall, and the rain flowed down his hair and wrinkles. After restraining his breath, he was soon wetted by the rain, and his originally ragged clothes became more and more shabby.
When the black mist dissipated, he was seen hurriedly walking through the rain, his pace seemed a bit nervous. Now he only had one leg left, so it was naturally difficult to move. However, he still spent the shortest time he thought to reach Ye Fengyu, and then slowly Prostrate slowly.
According to etiquette, he originally only had to kneel on one knee, but he only had one knee, so it looked like he was kneeling on both knees. The crutch was straddling the ground diagonally to support his trembling body. Where did he receive it?
Ye Fengyu didn't react much and looked at the man in front of him quietly. He wanted to retreat, but after realizing that all the malice the other man had towards him had dissipated, he forced himself to stand still.
The man bowed his head and said respectfully: "I have seen the young master, and I have offended you a lot. Please forgive me, young master!"
Ye Fengyu was speechless when he heard the words, and there was another person calling him young master in his mind. But thinking about these recent things, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "What kind of young master am I? If you do this, I will die in your hands sooner or later. I can’t afford to be this young master!”
