Junior Disciple C

Chapter 117

"Brother..." Fang Yang looked in the direction of the black mist, and called out with some concern.

Brother Waste Chai actually went to challenge Ling Yun. Although Fang Yang knew that he shouldn't grow others' ambitions, Ling Yun is really strong. He became the No. 1 in the world a hundred years ago, whether it is swordsmanship or cultivation.

With such a strong enemy, can Senior Brother Waste Chai really win... Fang Yang couldn't stop worrying.But neither his voice nor sight could penetrate that barrier.

When he was worried, Fang Yang suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder. He looked sideways, and it was Big Brother Hao who was patting him on the shoulder.

Hao Chen not only patted Fang Yang, he also patted Cao Zirui on the shoulder, and told the two young men who stood there stupidly: "Don't look, it's useless, go and dig out all the soil first. "

"But senior brother..." Fang Yang also knew that Hao Chen was right, but his tone still had some lingering worry.

"Senior Brother Feng...will he be fine?" Cao Zirui also said.

The four of them usually have Feng Ye as their backbone, but Feng Ye is gone. Although Hao Chen's cultivation is very useless, he is older after all.

So at this moment, the two half-grown teenagers looked up at Hao Chen together, hoping to get some relief from Hao Chen.

Hao Chen looked around, put away the contempt on his face, and promised earnestly: "He will be fine, I will not let him be."

With a strong enemy in front, with Hao Chen's superficial strength, it would seem a little ignorant to say such words, but inexplicably, Fang Yang and Cao Zirui's hanging hearts suddenly relaxed a little.

They looked at each other, put aside those useless worries for the time being, returned to Xiyang, and dug with one heart and one mind.

And Hao Chenwu stood on the spot, holding a fan, looking in the direction of the black mist, and squinting his eyes.

Since the confrontation with Ling Yun without any spiritual power was proposed by Feng Ye, he respected Feng Ye's decision and he would not take the initiative.

But... If he didn't make a move, wouldn't the black snake be playing tricks secretly?

Although at the moment, the black snake is only used as a barrier to isolate the disturbance from outsiders, and he did promise that he will not make a move.

But what credibility does this monster have? Lies and deceit are the essence of this dirty thing.Hao Chen didn't believe a word of the black snake's words, he had to watch from the side to prevent Feng Ye from being plotted against.

But he can't enter the barrier himself, after all, the two little ones are still outside, and the crucial Jianmu and Xiyang are also here.

If he left, he might have fallen into a trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain.

He has to look at both sides. Ordinary people may be overwhelmed and have no skills at all, but he is different.

Where Fang Yang and Cao Zirui didn't notice, a feather floated out from Hao Chen's sleeve robe, and before landing, the feather turned into a crow as black as the night, the crow spread its wings, and he flew up against the wind.

The barrier formed by this black mist is almost tens of meters long and wide, and it is airtight, and neither sound nor sight can pass through.

But, this barrier is not capped, and its height is only a few tens of meters. The crow flew in from the open top after flying for a while.

Although the light at night was not too bright, because he had blown away the layer of clouds that covered the moon, he could barely see the scene below clearly through the moonlight.

Feng Ye and Ling Yun stood facing each other with a distance of more than ten meters between them. They both held the hilts of their swords, but they hadn't really started fighting yet.

The crow then found a tree, stood on the branch, and helped Feng Ye look around to prevent the black snake from sneaking up on him, and secretly watched the conversation between Feng Ye and Ling Yun.

Ling Yun opened and clenched the sword's hand. He looked at the iron sword in his hand. It was the most common style without any extra patterns or decorations.

But in addition to being ordinary, there is also a sense of familiarity that has not been seen for a long time. Once upon a time, he also had such a sword.

As a sword cultivator, it is essential to deal with swords. The famous swords he has held do not know how many, and there are various grades. It used to be his saber.

Among the swords he used, this iron sword held by everyone in the Lingxiao Sword Sect was undoubtedly the most common among them, but unfortunately, none of the swords he used was as impressive as this iron sword.

Because this is the sword he used when he first glimpsed the way of swordsmanship, and it is also the first sword in his life.

In the current battle, or the most difficult battle he has encountered in his life, his opponent is extremely powerful, and he could easily obliterate everything he has worked hard for for several years a hundred years ago, but he, standing on the ground, looked up Looking at the sky and the gods on the clouds, he didn't even have the ability to resist.

He used the most common sword to face the strongest enemy. Thinking of this, Ling Yun suddenly wanted to laugh.

He hadn't really smiled for a long time. Just like last night, he pulled the muscles of his face with great effort to make an ugly and weird smile.

He may not have talked to anyone for a long time, his body did not die in the sky fire, but his soul was already burned, he was as cold as a pool of stagnant water.

Everything he has experienced in a hundred years has made him no longer feel sad or happy about anything in the outside world, and he doesn't care about anything anymore. The master and the younger brother can all ignore it.

Except for one thing, revenge.

The ashes of the soul rise in the flames of hatred, and set the dead water on fire.

He shouted to Feng Ye who was opposite: "God, you used to be so high above that you couldn't tolerate a single grain of sand in your eyes. I'm afraid I've never been in your eyes for such an insignificant person."

He used honorifics, but there was no hint of respect in his tone, on the contrary, there was a little bit of it. After suppressing it for a long time, he was finally able to express his madness.

Ling Yun pointed at Feng Ye with his sword: "But now you are willing to condescend to stand on the same height as me, and fight me with human strength, why?"

Although he used a questioning tone, he didn't want Feng Ye to answer.

He tilted his head, asked himself and answered: "Because you have guilt in your heart, and you want to make up for seeing the person you killed innocently appear before your eyes again."

His tone suddenly turned cold, his eyebrows raised, and he scolded in a hoarse voice: "What... hypocrisy!"

When the last two words came out from between his teeth, the tone was a little incomplete, as if it had been bitten by teeth thousands of times, and there was an unforgettable hatred in the broken tone.

Feng Ye's eyebrows trembled undetectably, and he still had the same expression when facing Ling Yun's hoarse reprimand.

"Guilty?" Feng Ye repeated the word, and he denied it: "I have no guilt towards you."

"I didn't do anything wrong either." Feng Ye looked directly into those eyes full of hatred and anger, and paused every word.

This answer surprised both Ling Yun and the crow on the tree. Hao Chen had always thought that the dragon would be brooding over the incident a hundred years ago and blamed himself for everything, but that didn't seem to be the case.

He felt guilty because he did something wrong, but he did not do anything wrong, Feng Ye recognized this very clearly.What would happen if he didn't cut the wood, would those who climbed the tree live?

No, Jianmu has become a ladder for monsters to climb to the sky. He just needs human beings as a cover. After he really steps into the heavens, this cover will become useless.

How should the waste be disposed of?Either throw it away, or become his appetizer before killing in the heavens.

To this day, Feng Ye has never regretted his decision. Lingyun was not wrong in planting Jianmu, but his decision to cut Jianmu was also not wrong.

His attitude towards Ling Yun is very complicated. He admires the ambition of this human being, and recognizes everything Ling Yun has done for planting Jianmu, and even his heart is also regretful and sad for Ling Yun's final ending. So...he can't save everyone.

Under the influence of various mixed emotions, he proposed to confront Ling Yun in this way, to give this person a chance to compete fairly with himself.But among all these complicated emotions, there is only no guilt.

Feng Ye's answer was like pouring hot oil on Ling Yun's anger.He was furious, but his expression was not as crazy as before. His tone was sarcasm: "Yes, to you, killing a few human beings is naturally not wrong, and destroying my life's effort is naturally not wrong."

"Your life's work? Your whole life's work is to connect Jianmu to the Eternal Vision, to become a ladder for monsters to climb to the sky, and to become the source of disasters in both worlds of heaven and man?!" Feng Ye asked loudly.

He wasn't sure whether Ling Yun knew the truth of a hundred years ago, and he said it so bluntly, it was also a bit of a test.

This is the first time Hao Chen heard Feng Ye tell the truth. Although he had already guessed it, he didn't know the details. A hundred years ago, Yinglong Zhan Jianmu really had something else hidden as he expected. I was so smart, I shook my feathers proudly, and watched intently.

He watched carefully, because the amount of information in the conversation between Feng Ye and Ling Yun was too large to be distracted, so he was ignorant of the black snake that slowly and carefully crawled to his vicinity along the branches.

The black snake was approaching, and the conversation between Feng Ye and Ling Yun continued.

Hao Chen was surprised by this truth, because it was the first time he heard it, but Ling Yun didn't show any surprise on his face, instead he didn't take it seriously: "So what?"

Feng Ye's face darkened: "You knew that Jianmu would connect to the Emberless Vision a hundred years ago?"

Judging from Ling Yun's unsurprised attitude, he must know the truth, and looking at his indifferent expression, he probably knew everything a hundred years ago.

But unexpectedly, Ling Yun denied it: "I didn't know a hundred years ago."

Feng Ye was startled: "Then why did you..."

Why this indifferent attitude?

Before Feng Ye's question could be completely answered, Ling Yun interrupted him, and he took it for granted: "So what if you open the passage to the Emberless Vision? The heavens are in chaos? The world is devastated, and blood flows like rivers?"

A hoarse low laugh suddenly came out of his throat: "This is what I expected."

Feng Ye was completely stunned, he looked at Ling Yun in disbelief, the former head of Ling Xiao Sword Sect...how could he have such crazy thoughts?

Even his relatives, friends, juniors, and juniors have never noticed the madness in him?

No, not unnoticed.Feng Ye suddenly denied himself in his heart. No matter how much a person pretends, he can't pretend to be so real. The Ling Yun who was proud a hundred years ago, but patiently taught his disciples tirelessly, was not a fake.

He just changed.

A hundred years, even if it is not long, is enough to change many things, not to mention the fickle human heart.

I don't know what he has experienced in the past hundred years. He no longer cares about those personnel and affairs that he regarded as treasures.

In order to achieve his revenge plan, he does not hesitate to associate with monsters, and he does not hesitate to attack his former teacher.

He seemed to have really turned into a Rakshasa ghost who crawled out of hell and only knew revenge.

Feng Ye looked at this person who was devoured by hatred, and he wanted to ask again, the reason why Ling Yun became like this.

But Ling Yun didn't want to waste any more time talking with him, he couldn't wait, couldn't wait for himself to trample this once high god under his feet, and break his conceit, just like himself a hundred years ago.

He stomped quickly, almost in an instant, and he was already in front of Feng Ye. Even though he couldn't use spiritual power, his own speed and strength were already at the peak of human beings.

This sword is as fast as lightning across the night sky, and the eyes can almost only see the afterimage of the sword moving.

His first move was a thrilling and decisive killing move. In front of Feng Ye's horizontal sword, he reacted in an instant, accurately found the weak point in Ling Yun's attack, and defended it.

Amidst the "clank" of the collision, the black snake finally came to less than half a meter away from the crow, but the crow was still huddled up, watching the fight below, completely unaware of the danger beside it.

Instead of crawling slowly, the black snake shrank back. The scales of the snake tightened with the muscles, like a slingshot charged with power, and he slammed towards the crow.

The author has something to say:

The next episode calls the crow to take the plane (crossed out)

little crow vs little black snake

Feng Ye vs. Ling Yun

Both sides are black but not Liuqiu's decisive battle =. =Which side you buy wins