Junior Disciple C

Chapter 108

"Is that... senior brother?" Fang Yang murmured.He first looked at the two men standing opposite each other, and then his eyes fell on the Shura ghost who had just killed the three-headed dog.

His reaction was much slower than Hao Chen's. It was only now that he realized that the clothes looked familiar. Although the pattern was covered by blood stains, he could still vaguely tell that it was the one Feng Ye was wearing.

Fang Yang spoke in a low voice, and the situation at the moment was very tense. Shura ghost and Raksha ghost, these two men with ghost faces, were staring at each other closely, and they might start a war at any time.

As powerful evil spirits, no slack is allowed. Their full attention is on each other, and they have no extra attention to pay attention to their surroundings.

Hao Chen also stood a little far away, so Fang Yang's words were not heard by the others, except Cao Zirui who was standing next to him.

Cao Zirui was taken aback after hearing Fang Yang's words. He looked at Shura Ghost in shock. This is...Feng Ye?

Is this bloody, ghost-like man Feng Ye?

Although Shura Dao is not an evil way, Shura Ghosts are more terrifying than Rakshasa ghosts who came out of Hell Dao.

Different from the blood soaked in Feng Ye's clothes, Raksha Ghost's body was much neater, he didn't even have much murderous aura, but also, he didn't have any popularity.

Speaking of which, where did this Rakshasa ghost come from?

Cao Zirui was lost in thought. Whether it was Wang Wu, Zhao Yi, or the wolf dog, they had seen it before, so it was not surprising that they stayed near the ruins and were accidentally drawn into the formation, but this Rakshasa ghost It just came out of nowhere.

If it wasn't...a guess suddenly flashed in Cao Zirui's mind, if it wasn't for the fact that the activation of the formation was not accidental, but a trap deliberately set by someone?

The purpose of setting a trap at Xi Rang's location seems to be...Cao Zirui tightly gripped the small jar hanging on his waist.

build wood.

The other party came for Jianmu, and the Raksha ghost in front of him was probably the mastermind behind the activation of the formation. What's more, Xue Ren's rebellion was also planned by the other party.

Who is the opponent? !

Cao Zirui's thoughts turned, and after realizing that this Raksha ghost might be the culprit of everything, he stared at him closely.

His senior brother Xue Ren chose to rebel in the end. Although he had his own psychic problems, the person who led him step by step into the abyss is unforgivable!

Cao Zirui was full of anger, he unconsciously took a step forward, wanting to question the other party.Although he immediately realized after taking a step, the current him is not the opponent's opponent.

He didn't move on, but that step was finally taken.

The soles of the boots stepped on the ground composed of stones, making a soft sound.

The sound reverberated in the confined space. Although it was slight, as long as one listened to it, it would inevitably distract a little concentration.

This is the opponent's flaw!

The two men wearing ghost masks shot at the same time. They were as swift as tigers pouncing on their prey. They were so fast that they couldn't see their movements clearly, only the "clank" sound of several sword blades colliding one after another.

They went through dozens of moves in an instant, and each move was fatal.

Both sides did not hold back, this is not a sparring, this is a life-and-death fight!

The sword light dazzled under the candlelight, and the two of them searched for the weak point of the opponent's defense time and time again to attack. Their movements were already hard to catch with the naked eye. Whether it was speed, strength, or even the angle of the sword, they were all the limits of human body structure. .

The iron-cast long swords were held in their hands, as if they were an internal organ of the human body, and they were as flexible as arms and fingers.

Fang Yang's eyes widened, and he watched the two fight in surprise.Although he had already realized in the competition before the secret realm of the floating island that although Senior Brother Waste Chai's cultivation base is useless, his swordsmanship is far superior to ordinary people.

But that's all. When Feng Ye fought against Lu Chengye, although he showed his extraordinary control over swordsmanship, other than that, he didn't have any other outstanding performances. He used very ordinary sword moves.

Unlike now, he used the sword from all angles that Fang Yang once thought was impossible. As a sword repairer, Fang Yang couldn't help but imagine if he was the one who made the move when he was watching their fight.

He might not be able to block a single blow.

Before seeing Feng Ye unleash the sword with his own eyes, he never thought that he could use the sword like this, and naturally he also couldn't think of how to defend.

Feng Ye's swordsmanship is unpredictable, sometimes fierce and sometimes gentle, and he can seamlessly switch between various sword styles in an instant.And in this fake and real sword move, there is a deadly killing move hidden.

His good-for-nothing senior brother... is a real master of swordsmanship.

Fang Yang thought blankly, and then he realized that his good-for-nothing senior brother was already so powerful. In terms of swordsmanship alone, he might not be able to find a second person in the world. Ye Zhan is evenly matched, won't he fall behind?

Could it be that the kendo genius has gone everywhere?

Of course not everywhere.Cao Zirui watched the battle between the two with the same surprise, but he was surprised in a different way. He was not surprised by the superb swordsmanship of the two sides, but by the swordsmanship of Raksha Ghost...he seemed...very familiar.

No, it doesn't seem like, he's really familiar.After repeated confirmations, Cao Zirui was finally sure that this was Ling Xiao's sword technique.

The swordsmanship created by Ling Yun, the head of the Ling Xiao Sword Sect a hundred years ago.

In this world, there shouldn't be anyone other than himself who knows this kind of swordsmanship, even his master Ji Chengyue never learned it.

But there is one exception, Ling Yun himself.

But this exception is impossible, Ling Yun has clearly...

Is he really dead?Cao Zirui thought suddenly, everyone thought that Ling Yun died in the sky fire, but no one had seen his body.

Could it be that the person in front of him is really... Cao Zirui was puzzled, and he suddenly denied himself in his heart. If this person is really Ling Yun, why did he attack them?

He is Ji Chengyue's apprentice, and Ling Yun is Ji Chengyue's senior brother. After all, he still needs to call Ling Yun his uncle.

Moreover, Feng Ye is also a disciple of Lingxiao Sword Sect. Although his skill is a bit suspicious, he is still a member of Lingxiao Sword Sect. As the former head of Ling Yun, why did he attack someone from his own sect?

This Rakshasa ghost cannot be Ling Yun.Cao Zirui deduced inwardly.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice at all that in the shadow under his feet, at some point, there was a thin wisp of black mist lurking in it.

The black mist turned into a slender poisonous snake, and when Feng Ye and the others were in the midst of a fierce battle, it wrapped around Cao Zirui's ankle silently.

His body was made up of black mist, and it didn't weigh much. Cao Zirui didn't notice anything wrong at all, and was thinking about things on his own.

The poisonous snake climbed higher and higher, and he followed Cao Zirui's thigh to Cao Zirui's waist.

Snake Eye patrolled for a moment, and locked on to the small jar hung by a rope around his waist.

The snake's mouth opened, the snake letter spat out, the poisonous snake raised a silent smile, he shrank his body, and was about to fly into the altar.

Feng Ye, who was in the battle with the Raksha ghost, turned his head suddenly, and he threw the sword in his hand at it, while leaning back at the same time, trying to avoid the opponent's attack.

But he knew he couldn't hide.

The strength of the opponent was beyond Feng Ye's expectation, not because he was conceited, but because in this world, there are too few, too few people in this world who can fight with him for such a long time without falling behind.

But the man in front of him did it.

Even, Feng Ye felt a little pressure from the opponent's offensive, but this pressure did not make him back down. The stronger the opponent, the stronger his fighting spirit!

But while his fighting spirit was high, he had to devote 12 points to the fight, otherwise, if he was distracted, even if he had the name of God of War, he would lose.

defeated by this mortal.

But he had to be distracted at the moment, Jianmu must not let the black snake get it!

After he threw the sword, the blade accurately hit the black snake that was about to jump into the altar, and the advancing blade cut the rope tied to the altar by Cao Zirui.

The jar fell to the ground, and amidst the crisp crackling sound of the porcelain, a small handful of soil was exposed to everyone, and the immature seedlings inside...

Jianmu seedlings.

But in addition to the cracking of porcelain, there were other sounds.

After Feng Ye threw the sword, it was as if the door was wide open in front of him. Although he retreated in time to avoid it, the opponent would not let go of such a rare opportunity, and the sword pointed straight at Feng Ye's face.

Hao Chen subconsciously looked at the shattered jar first, then immediately reacted and turned to look at Feng Ye.

Seeing Feng Ye take several steps back, a clear crack appeared on the mask on his face, the crack cut off by the sword.

The damaged ghost face is peeling off, revealing the familiar face.

Hao Chen breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't lose his appearance.Although this face is not Feng Ye's original face, but after looking at it for so long, he will feel distressed if a scar is added for nothing.

The Raksha ghost didn't attack again, he stood where he was, looking at Feng Ye from a distance.

Feng Ye didn't move after stabilizing his figure. He looked at Jianmu and the sword he had just thrown out of the corner of his eye.

The originally intense scene suddenly fell silent again.

Cao Zirui realized that there was an uninvited guest on his waist when Feng Ye threw the sword at him, and he was almost about to be snatched away by the black snake.

He was startled, and after a while, he suddenly remembered that Jianmu was still on the ground, so he squatted down, trying to pick up the seedlings that fell on the ground.

Cao Zirui's movement broke the tranquility again, and at the same time as he bent down, the Raksha ghost attacked again.

But this time Feng Ye was unarmed.

Before he had time to think, Fang Yang didn't care about what was going on right now. He also bent down, picked up the sword that fell on the ground, and shouted at Feng Ye: "Brother, take the sword!"

Then he threw the sword back again.

He wasn't very accurate with the throw, but Feng Ye also caught it. At the same time as the hilt was in his hand, he flipped it over, just in time for the sword to block the sharp edge that struck in front of him.

After blocking the attack, he used his shoulders and arms to swing away the opponent's sword, regaining the initiative.

But the opponent quickly reacted and kept interrupting his offensive.

Without the interference of foreign objects, they became the same as before, you come and go, no one wins or loses.

However, Hao Chen squinted his eyes when he saw this scene.

Originally, seeing Feng Ye's cold look, he thought Feng Ye had lost his mind, but later found out that was not the case.

Feng Ye's unrepentant killing intent was only because he knew that there were still enemies to deal with.

That is, Rakshasa ghosts who came out of hell.

This Rakshasa ghost didn't seem to be transformed by the snake god, but more like the opponent's subordinate or accomplice.

Moreover, this Raksha ghost seemed to be very strong, and he was able to fight Feng Ye evenly, but even so, Hao Chen had no intention of intervening.

Firstly, he believed in Feng Ye, he believed that Feng Ye would win, secondly, when the strong fight against each other, outsiders intervene, even if they win, they won't win honestly, probably Feng Ye doesn't want to do that either.

So Hao Chen stood far away and did not go to help.

But, just now, the black snake made a move quietly when Feng Ye was fighting. Although he didn't directly join the battle, it did distract Feng Ye's attention, forcing him to throw his sword back to help.

Because of this, Feng Ye was hit by the opponent and his mask was shattered.

With a sound of "shua", Hao Chen folded his fan, the opponent is two against one, how can his dragon be bullied by others?

Hao Chen moved his position quietly. He found a good angle, put his hands behind his back, and took out a pearl.

Then, when Feng Ye and the Raksha ghost were slightly separated, they threw the pearl at each other.

The man with a ghost face sensed that something was approaching him. Although he didn't know what it was, he instinctively changed the posture of his sword and blocked the sneak attack.

The sharp sword saw the pearl cut into two, but at the same time, he also exposed his defenseless back to Feng Ye.

There was no room for distraction during the battle, Feng Ye didn't pay attention to Hao Chen's movements at all, all his attention was on the Raksha ghost.

Seeing the opponent's back suddenly exposed, Feng Ye raised his sword and stabbed into the opponent's left chest, where the heart was, almost without thinking.

This is a fatal move, no one can live after being pierced through the heart.

The sword edge pierced the opponent's robe without hesitation, and continued to move forward, passing through the chest.

The man wearing the ghost mask was strung onto Feng Ye's sword.

Fang Yang and the others were delighted to see this scene, they thought Feng Ye had won.

But there was no trace of joy on Feng Ye's face. Instead, he opened his eyes wide and looked at the man whose heart he had pierced in disbelief.

The tactile sensation of the sword cutting through the fabric was transmitted along the blade to his hand, but...he didn't feel the sluggish feeling of piercing into flesh and blood that he should have.

The other person's heart...is empty...

Feng Ye suddenly realized this.

When he looked at the man, the man also turned his head and glanced at him behind him.

Feng Ye stared blankly into the man's eyes, he saw a pool of pitch-black stagnant water, and also saw the overwhelming resentment under the stagnant water when he saw him, like a tsunami.

This person is...

Before Feng Ye could fully read the person's name in his heart, he saw the sword edge of the opponent stabbing back.

Since there is no heart, piercing the heart did not cause any damage to him.

Feng Ye drew his sword violently. While avoiding the opponent's attack, he ignored the danger of being cut, and slashed at the ghost face opposite.

After the blow was over, both sides took a few steps back.

Feng Ye's left arm was cut a few inches long, and the Raksha ghost also covered his face.

The fragments of the mask kept falling from his palm, Feng Ye stared at the face exposed from under the shattered mask, the hand holding the sword could no longer be clenched as tightly as before.

Ling Yun...

Feng Ye finally read the name in his heart.