Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Yu Jiang raised his head and looked quietly at the aura coming from the distance. The golden brilliance was as bright as a sharp sword piercing the sky, dividing a black cloud into two parts and dragging out a long golden flame.

He looked at it with deep eyes, his expression did not change much, and he silently took a step back, watching the golden light speeding towards him and manifesting in front of him.

Li Qinghong, who was dressed in thunder, turned her slender hand, retracted the spear, and hung it upside down behind her. Purple thunder fell like rain, and a man in platinum armor appeared beside her.

This man has a broad chest and is slightly taller than Li Qinghong. He has sharp eyes and sharp armor. He is holding a huge ferocious golden bow in his hand, floating in the air, filled with invisible Gangqi, making a creaking sound.

The eyes under his long brows were open like eagles, scanning towards the heavy magic cloud.

"Second uncle!"

Li Qinghong asked happily. The man in platinum armor nodded slowly, raised his eyes, and met Yu Jiang's eyes.

The scrutinizing look of these eyes was slightly cold, but those brows made Yu Jiang clench his teeth unconsciously. It was as if he was covered in ice and snow, and his head was cold all the way to his calves. The young man forced himself not to look away and looked at each other quietly. With.

He saw the man's eyebrows jump up tremblingly, his black-gray pupils slowly dilated, and all the fierce evil aura dissipated. His lips trembled, and Yu Jiang heard a hoarse voice:

"you……"

The young man's whole body was almost stiff with coldness, but these words made a rush of blood rush to his head. His hand holding the mysterious talisman jumped twitching twice, and strange thoughts emerged in his mind:

'His voice is much older than his looks. ’

Yu Jiang raised his hand, touched his storage bag, took out something, and tried his best to calm down his voice, but he could not help but feel a little trembling and even vague:

"senior."

There was a golden arrow in his palm, heavy and cold, the feathers on its tail shone brightly, and the arrowhead was polished to a fine polish, glowing faintly.

There are a few small characters engraved on the arrow body [Yishan Li Xuanfeng]. The fonts are bold and show the magnanimity of the owner.

The man's eyes fell on this arrow, and the young man even felt his hands were a little heavy. Li Xuanfeng gently looked at his eyebrows again, looking at them very seriously. The young man maintained his expression and said softly:

"This is the property of my predecessors, and I hereby return it."

Li Xuanfeng's eyes stayed on the arrow for a moment, and Yu Jiang vaguely heard his controlled breathing, and the slightly hoarse voice sounded again:

"Oh it's you."

His words seemed to burn the young man, and he immediately closed his eyes. His figure turned from black to gray, and then slowly faded away, leaving behind a series of black smoke that disappeared in the air as if running away.

Li Xuanfeng was still standing steadily, the arrow was still floating in the air, glowing brightly and dimly. All his emotions were suppressed by his iron-like cold posture, and no one could see anything.

The Gang Qi twisted in the air, occasionally brushing against Li Qinghong's feathers, making a harsh friction sound. Li Qinghong looked at Li Xuanfeng's face seriously, then recalled Yu Jiang's face, and became thoughtful.

However, Li Xuanfeng still maintained a cold attitude, his voice was a little hoarse, and he said in a low voice:

"Oh it's you……"

Li Qinghong stood beside him. A ray of green light came from the sky and fell in front of him. A middle-aged man appeared with a sword at his waist. He looked somewhat dashing and looked solemnly at the black clouds in the north with a solemn expression.

'Oops! ’

"Brother Xuanfeng!"

This person was naturally Si Yuanli. Daning Palace emerged from the water mausoleum. As soon as the two of them got out of trouble, they came over on the wind and bumped into the scenery of billowing magic smoke.

He was well aware of the filth between the various sects and the calculations between the Zifus. He saw the demonic smoke billowing along the way and remembered that all the Zifus were trapped in it. He was shocked in his heart and whispered:

"Brother Xuanfeng...I'm afraid it's his sect's plot! Now we're in trouble..."

Si Yuanli took a careful look at the other side, immediately turned back to Li Qinghong behind him, and said in a deep voice:

"Where is Chi Zhiyan! But he is sitting in the rear? Who is talking about the Jiang'an defense line? Let him come out to see me quickly!"

Even though Si Yuanli had just been a lowly person in the Daning Palace, he was Si Boxiu's direct descendant and was highly regarded. Although he usually kept a low profile and had no position in the clan, Si Yuanli met Chi Zhiyun. No need to salute!

What's more, although the Si family is thin and has always kept a low profile, Si Boxiu is the most protective of his shortcomings. Si Yuanbai is already considered a kind person. When he was angry, he still dared to throw twelve rain gathering charms at Yuanwu Peak at one go, almost destroying this family. The peak was flooded.

As soon as he said these words, his tone was very cold, and his status was immediately revealed, but Li Qinghong only responded with a salute and said softly:

"Senior, no one makes the decision on the river bank."

Si Yuanli seemed to vaguely understand and said coldly:

"Where's Chi Zhiyan!"

"Your Excellency is still at Yanshan Mountain."

Li Qinghong’s voice was gentle, courteous and polite:

"My lord, you will lead your direct lineage to guard Bian Yanshan, so that you can observe the situation within the Demonic Cultivator, and then you can make plans for us."

She said it politely. When Si Yuanli saw Li Xizhi lowering his eyebrows and Li Ximing curled his lips, he still didn't understand. The man suddenly became angry and said angrily:

"What a coward! He can't even compare to his brother's hair! When have you ever cared about this? Just sit and watch the river bank collapse, cultivators pour in, and take away all the white land in the south of the Yangtze River?"

After Si Yuanli said this, his eyes narrowed, and he suddenly realized something in his heart, and felt slightly cold:

"Although this person is greedy for small things and cherishes his life, he is not such a fool... Could it be that he knew that Chi Tianxing and others died in An Huaitian, and that the Chi family's Purple Mansion was completely gone, so he was afraid, so he had to cut branches and keep them dry to prevent The tail is too big to fall off?"

"But Chi Zhiyun is still here... Could it be that Chi Zhiyun has retreated and broken through the Zi Mansion?"

Si Yuanli grew up in a sect and was particularly sensitive to these factional fights. The Si family was thin, and the Chi family was not much better. What was even more fatal was that the internal fighting within the Chi family had become increasingly fierce in recent years, which was not a good situation.

He felt a little uneasy thinking about this. He touched the brocade pouch at his waist with one hand and took out a small bright bead. He blew on the bead and a white wind suddenly flew out.

The wind enveloped several people, isolating the inside and outside, and Si Yuanli said solemnly:

"I just remembered something... There are so many direct descendants of the two generations of the Chi family, and now they have died in Anhuaitian, and Master Bu Zi has been missing for many years. How can Chi Zhiyan not be afraid?"

"Although this demonic disaster was terrible, and the direct lineages of all the families suffered heavy casualties, it can be said that the Xuanfeng in Shuiling held back the Tang Shedu, and the best people of all the families were able to save their lives...On the contrary, they absorbed a lot of resources from it...to make up for it. Many techniques, and even many secrets..."

"The families don't have many foundations, but they are all killed. There is no such thing as a pile of guest ministers. It is not easy for them to die. You can tell just by looking at the nobles..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice:

"Qingchi is not as good as Jin Yu. The exploitation is too harsh. Jin Yu has most of the clan cultivators and individual cultivators who can build foundations to replenish their lives, but which of the surviving foundation builders on Qingchi's territory is a simple thing? They can only cut their own flesh with real guns and knives." …”

"Most of the foundations damaged in the North-South War were Qingchi Keqing and the foundations. Chi Zhiyan must have understood after taking inventory that it really can't be damaged anymore... Only then will he gather his power! He must use this battle Come and cut off your strength!"

Si Yuanli’s voice was low:

"I understand... You Zifu just let Qingchi cut the flesh, but Chi Zhiyan reacted very quickly and immediately made a choice, choosing a cutting method that has both advantages and disadvantages in order to minimize losses."

Li Qinghong felt bright in his heart. Hearing this, he still didn’t understand anything, so he thought to himself:

‘So some of the Zifu who have deeper hatred against Qingchi are not satisfied! ’

Li Qinghong glanced at it quietly, and suddenly understood what Kong Tingyun said for Master Chang Xi, and thought to himself:

"Maybe you didn't say this to me in the first place...but you asked me to bring it to my second uncle!"

She then transmitted the message using a secret method:

"Second uncle! I passed by Xuanyue Gate earlier, and fellow Taoist Tingyun brought a message for Master Chang Xi..."

Li Xuanfeng listened carefully, and finally his expression changed. His sharp eyebrows softened, and his voice was deep and hoarse, and he murmured:

"It's gratifying to see the crops flooded and have no harvest for hundreds of years, but it's even more gratifying to see the river flowing back and destroying all the steps in the courtyard."

He seemed to be repeating his words, but Si Yuanli was horrified and looked at him blankly. Why couldn't he understand the meaning of his words? As long as the river bank is more difficult to chew and more formidable than Bian Yanshan, there will naturally be "river water pouring back" to find Bian Yanshan in the hinterland of the lonely demon cultivation!

And Bian Yanshan is the direct descendant of the Zhu Chi family! Compared with the serious injury of the Qingchi family [the water flooded the crops, and the crops were not harvested for hundreds of years], the flood of all the courtyards [all direct descendants] was the real injury to the Chi family!

When Si Yuanli heard this, his heart was beating rapidly like a drum, and all the blood in his body rushed to his head:

"The river is pouring back...the river is pouring back..."

This kind of counter-attack technique was so superb that even Chi Zhiyan couldn't find a thorn in the side. However, Si Yuanli hesitated until the Dharma light on his body dimmed...

Although he was happy to watch the Chi family's jokes, and even laughed a few times when Chi Tianxing, Chi Fuju and others died, after all, the four surnames of Chi, Si, Ning, and Tang were one, and his own family suffered a lot of oppression in terms of interests, but I have never had any intention of actively persecuting...

This method is good and even justified, but how come people with discerning eyes can't see it? I have made a decision to offend the Chi family! Now after hearing these words, Chengfu Ru was also panicked, but his face did not change, but the hand on the sword hilt was clenched and turned white.

Li Xuanfeng in front of him slowly raised his head, his eyes were frighteningly sharp, and his voice was cold and hoarse, but it hit his heart.

"Fellow Taoist Yuanli...why did you want to hand the [Huaijiang Map] into my hands!"

‘This is an ancient spiritual weapon that was originally used to guard the river bank... to guard the river bank! Is it possible that the achievement is for this moment? ’

These words broke through Si Yuanli's psychological defense line, and a chill as cold as ten thousand years of ice suddenly rose in his heart. This meaning was extremely obvious, and Si Boxiu himself also supported this move!

"But the real person clearly didn't tell me beforehand!"

Si Yuanli was immediately confused. Yuan Xiu did not show any dislike for the Chi family, and was even more polite on weekdays. He even had to ask someone to bring the Chi family here to Daning Palace. It can be said that he did not try his best...

"But the minds of the monks of Zifu are unfathomable. There are thousands of gaps in the hearts of real people. Who knows what they are thinking..."

His heart sank. The voice of Li Xuanfeng in front of him was low, but his thoughts coincided with his:

"Chi Tianxing and Chi Fuju were also specially invited here by the real person..."

The same words came out of his mouth, but the taste was completely different. Chi Tianxing and Chi Fuju probably couldn't even find their bodies in Anhuai Tianzhong now. Si Yuanli couldn't help but be suspicious:

"Could it be that the real person did this on purpose?"

All the evidence pointed to Si Boxiu's instruction, but Si Yuanli always felt doubtful. All the clues were shuttled in his mind along with the words of the person in front of him, and they were jumping hurriedly in his heart, giving him a headache that seemed to split.

Li Xuanfeng only spread his hands and showed a bright golden talisman in his palm, which was only two fingers wide and full of bright white lines. He said coldly:

"Brother Yuanli! You should be able to see that this talisman was handed over to me in private by the real person! Maybe it was just for this moment! It shouldn't be shown in private. I have to do it if the situation is urgent!"

He said in a deep voice:

"The real person saved my life from Maha. I have a lot of help. Xuan Feng will keep it in mind. As long as Brother Yuanli gives orders, Xuan Feng will definitely take action! If Brother Yuanli wants to abandon the river..."

Li Xuanfeng looked calm and said quietly:

"Of course I will hand over the spiritual weapons and talismans to Brother Yuanli, but Xuan Feng cannot treat the tens of millions of people behind him as if they are nothing. He will stay here until the last moment!"

Si Yuanli didn't even need to take a closer look. This talisman was very powerful. He saw a real person's magical power being practiced with his own eyes. He never thought that it would be handed over to Li Xuanfeng. He took a silent breath and didn't know what to say. He only murmured:

"How could this be so..."

Li Qinghong on the side understood clearly, stepped forward slowly, and urged in a gentle voice:

"Senior... Junior, let's not talk about our own selfish motives on the lake. Even if we cannot defend this place, my family is still somewhat capable of protecting itself! But there are tens of millions of people behind the river... they are all in our hands!"

Si Yuanli fell silent, but the demon cultivator on the other side couldn't hold it any longer. The heavy demonic wind slowly approached, the white clouds dissipated and poured back into the beads in Si Yuanli's hand. Li Xuanfeng turned his face coldly, Finally there is action.

"Qiang!"

Li Xuanfeng held up the bow, and the bright golden light condensed on the string. A harsh buzzing sound rang in everyone's ears. The man's eyes showed fierce murderous intent, and the sound rolled like thunder and drifted along the wind.

"Bian Yan and Li Xuanfeng are here, go ahead and die!"

This sound was rolled by mana and passed through the thick black smoke, like thunder rolling in the clouds.

"Bian Yan and Li Xuanfeng are here, go ahead and die..."

"The first one will die..."

This sound spread among the demonic voices, and actually made the demonic clouds that were about to move in the sky stop. The monks looked at me, and I looked at you, but no one dared to take the first step.

Only the river was surging by, and the man in platinum armor suspended in the sky looked at him coldly. He shouted and stopped all the cultivators. They looked at the thousands of demonic cultivators in front of the river as if they were nothing. They slowly turned their heads, with sharp and calm eyebrows, and said in a deep voice:

"The power can only be suppressed for a moment, brother Yuanli, make a quick decision!"

His voice was carried in the air, causing neighboring Gu Lanying and others not far away to raise their heads. Si Yuanli's face turned red, and he exhaled from deep in his chest and said solemnly:

"Shou!"

As he finished speaking, the man in front of him slowly raised his eyebrows. The cold and calm expression concealed on the surface faded away, and a ferocious look like a tiger and leopard rose from his face again.

A smile slowly appeared on the corners of his lips, and he actually looked as arrogant as when he was held up by his father when he was crawling through the mountain of corpses at the age of six. A cold voice came out of his lips and teeth, accompanied by a golden light. :

"Xuan Feng obeys the order."