The words of the man in black fell, and the atmosphere in the entire room instantly froze. The cold light in the wind is like frost in winter, which makes people shudder. Lin Yifeng and Hong'er also felt this compelling momentum, and they knew that today's things were by no means good.
"Who are you, and why are you looking for me?" said the breeze's voice in a calm and unmistakable majesty.
The leader of the men in black sneered, and he slowly took out a token from his arms, on which was engraved a hideous ghost head, surrounded by a circle of flame totems. "We are members of the Netherworld Sect, and we are here today to invite you to come out of the mountain and help us. ”
Netherworld Sect, a mysterious and terrifying organization in the rivers and lakes, is said to have disciples all over the black and white, powerful, vicious, and unscrupulous to achieve the goal. Feng Qingyang has been in seclusion for many years, but he never thought that he would be found by them.
The wind is clear and his face remains unchanged, but his heart is turbulent. He knew that if he refused, there would be a river of blood flowing in the depths of the clouds today. He said lightly: "I am already a person outside the world, and I will no longer meddle in the grievances of the rivers and lakes, please go back." ”
A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the leader of the men in black, and when he waved his hand, all the men in black raised their knives in unison, the light of the knives flashed, and the murderous aura was surging. "The wind is clear, what kind of place are you in our Netherworld Sect? Come and leave if you want?"
Before he could finish speaking, a sword light suddenly flashed in the room, as fast as lightning, and accurately hit the knife in the hand of a man in black, knocking it away. Feng Qingyang was already standing at the door, the long sword in his hand was pointing flat, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if telling the master's displeasure.
"Now that you're here, let's leave something behind. The wind was still calm, but every word was like a hammer hitting everyone's hearts.
Seeing this, the leader of the man in black changed his complexion, he knew that the reputation of Feng Qingyang was not a false rumor, and if he fought hard today, he was afraid that it would be difficult to die well. He rolled his eyes, suddenly glanced at his subordinates behind him, and then shook his body and retreated out of the house.
How could the wind be clear and let them leave easily, their bodies were like the wind, and the sword light was like a dragon, and for a while, the sword shadows in the whole house were heavy, and the bamboo leaves were flying. Lin Yifeng and Hong'er were also involved in the battle, although Lin Yifeng's martial arts were not as good as Feng Qingyang, but he was also extraordinary, he pulled out the soft sword at his waist, and danced like a silver snake, protecting Hong'er.
Hong'er is not a strong martial artist, but she is witty and brave, she picked up a bamboo branch on the ground, and with her agile body, with Lin Yifeng's attack, she even resisted the attack of several black-clothed people.
The battle lasted for a while, and the men in black suffered heavy casualties, and the rest fled one after another. Feng Qingyang did not pursue, he knew that these were just pawns of the Netherworld Sect, and the real masters were still behind.
After the battle, the house was in shambles, with bamboo leaves scattered all over the ground and sword marks. Feng Qingyang put his sword into the sheath, turned to look at Lin Yifeng and Hong'er, and there was a hint of approval in his eyes. "Yes, the two of you work together seamlessly, and it seems that my previous judgment was not wrong. ”
Lin Yifeng smiled slightly, put away the soft sword, and said respectfully: "The seniors have a good reputation, if it weren't for the help of the seniors, I'm afraid it would be difficult for us to resist." ”
Hong'er also exhaled softly, she knew that today's matter was far from over, and the people of the Nether Sect would not stop there. She looked at Feng Qingyang, her eyes full of worry: "Senior Feng, the people of the Nether Sect will not give up easily, what should we do next?"
Feng Qingyang was silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke: "This matter started because of me, and I will solve it personally." You two don't have to worry, you just need to cultivate here with peace of mind and improve your martial arts. ”
Lin Yifeng and Hong'er glanced at each other, they both understood that the next road would be more difficult, but they were not greedy for life and afraid of death, they looked at each other and smiled, and decided to stay and face the future wind and rain with Feng Qingyang.
As night fell, Yunshen regained its tranquility somewhere, but under this tranquility, there were countless undercurrents surging. Feng Qingyang stood in the bamboo forest, looking up at the starry sky, and he knew that this turmoil had just begun.