Meet the moon again

As soon as the sword came out, the cold light crossed the broken wood, as if pulling out a shining river of stars, and the black shadow that had just exposed its head retreated immediately.

The surrounding souls are slowly approaching, and the black shadow hiding behind the broken wood also let out a dull threat from its throat, as if leaning forward to stare, ready to go.

Of course, Broken Wood couldn't hide its huge body, and its extremely ugly face was hidden in the shadows, adding a sense of terror.That thing has a black body and long hair, with only one leg, it looks like a monkey but not a monkey.

Qi Lin raised his eyebrows, and with Hengxiao at his side, he turned and looked coldly at the place where Liu Wengui landed.He tapped his toes lightly, and his clothes fluttered in the air, and within a moment of ups and downs, he landed behind Liu Wengui like duckweed.If he was not wearing a modern short-sleeved shirt at this time, but a long-sleeved long shirt from a hundred years ago, he must have looked elegant again when he turned around.

"Mandrill." Qi Lin murmured.

The mandrill is a legendary mountain monster with a black body and one leg. It is rumored that it can tear a tiger with its bare hands and run as fast as a cheetah.

However, such legendary spirits disappeared thousands of years ago, or gradually degenerated into mortal things.Those who still have supernatural powers like jiao and dragons have long since fallen asleep in the waters and have not woken up for thousands of years.All in all, even Qi Lin only glanced at the appearance of this mandrill in "Spiritual Stories", but never thought that he would have the chance to see it again.

Liu Wengui stood with his sword in his back, just in front of Qi Lin, who didn't seem to like this passive posture of being protected, so he moved up a few steps indistinctly, and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

"The person who set up the formation, I'm afraid it's a bit of a problem." His tone was really reluctant, Liu Wengui knew that it would not be easy for the master to willingly admit that other people are powerful, so he didn't say anything to refute.

It's just...his eyes drifted away from the mandrill for a moment, and he let out his consciousness to scan the breath around him slightly, and couldn't help frowning: "It's a bit strange."

"How strange?"

"The spiritual power flowing around it is too precise, like..." Liu Wengui paused, and continued, "Maybe it's not a real mandrill."

"What do you say?" Qi Lin asked, "It's not real, could it be an illusion?"

Liu Wengui said: "A hundred years ago, there was a monk who was good at painting, and the birds, insects and fish he drew could be real objects. Those things are driven by the spiritual power of the practitioner, and they can almost be faked."

"People flocked to buy calligraphy, and there was an accident that year. Later, Pei Ruyu led a group of people to clean up and destroyed most of the paintings. The monk was also controlled by their three teams."

Liu Wengui suddenly remembered the day when Pei Ruyu came back, his little follower was holding most of the scrolls.Those paintings were piled up in front of him, almost only revealing one eye.When passing by Liu Wengui's side, the man greeted him timidly, but accidentally scattered all the paintings in his hand.

Sayuri and Hu Nian, who were following him, saw him, complained about his carelessness, and squatted down to help him clean up. Hu Nian casually picked up a painting and was about to roll it up. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the ghost painted on it. Said with disgust: "This thing is too ugly."

Liu Wengui turned his head and glanced subconsciously, then also looked away.

"I remember that among those paintings, there seems to be a picture of a mandrill."

Liu Wengui spoke word by word, and Qi Lin also listened quietly.The mandrill on the opposite side looked at them fixedly across a few pieces of broken wood, with its tongue moving and throat singing.

In the next second, a sharp cry erupted from the gathered souls, and the mandrill rushed towards the two with lightning speed.It seemed to bring a gust of hurricane, and the fur on its body was flying backwards.Qi Lin picked up the folding fan at his waist, and the fan drew arcs in midair and landed in his hand.He turned around and bent over to avoid the mandrill's direct attack, and the sharp fan edge slashed across the mandrill's chest and lower abdomen, as if bumping into a solid wall of iron, and every friction made his jaw hurt.

Liu Wengui's long sword touched the mandrill's claws, and he felt that the legend was indeed good.The long sword in his hand hummed and wailed, as if shouting at the spirit.Because of Qi Lin's movements, the mandrill let out a huge roar, almost piercing his eardrums, causing him a splitting headache.Liu Wengui turned his hand, the tip of the sword changed its attack, and pierced straight into the mandrill's eyes.

At the same time, Qi Lin jumped up from behind the mandrill and landed on its back.

The mandrill struggled to avoid Liu Wengui's attack, and with a sway, he wanted to throw Qi Lin off, but the latter grabbed a handful of his hair, and the tentacles felt rough and hard, Qi Lin spat: "This How long has it been since the thing took a bath?"

Seeing that he was still thinking, Liu Wengui couldn't help chuckling, and slashed with his backhand, cutting off half of the mandrill's claw.

A short sword melted from Qi Lin's hand, and it ruthlessly plunged into the mandrill's back.

The mandrill screamed sharply, and Qi Lin couldn't hold on any longer and was thrown off, turned over and landed not far from Liu Wengui's right hand.The shrill sound made dozens of souls shout in unison, rushing behind the broken log.

"It's a waste of effort." Qi Lin said.These remnant souls that he hadn't easily recruited before, were shouted by this thing like this, and they all fled to nowhere.

The mandrill's eyes turned red, and the blood from its claws dripped onto the muddy floor, sinking into the soil and gradually darkening.

"Be careful." Liu Wengui said softly, Yunjian was in front, and swiped across the side of his head four or two times.

Qian Qiuxue.

There are only two volumes of Jianzong's swordsmanship, "Thousands of Autumn Snow" and "Wanshan Sadness". Annihilation, I deeply feel that the world is boundless, and mortals are just a mayfly, a corn, so my heart is wide open, I draw my sword and dance alone on the isolated peak, and Bai Xue is on the sword in mid-air, calling myself "A Thousand Autumn Snow".

The first movement of "Qian Qiu Xue" was originally the most common move of flat sword, but with the strong cultivation base of the sword repairer, it was like heavy snow pressing down on the surroundings. .

Qi Lin's expression moved, and he felt that the figures in front of him were blurred under the wind of the sword. He vaguely saw a white figure, holding Qingshuang in his hand, waving his sword indifferently in a sea of ​​bamboo.

Under such a situation, Liu Wengui's figure miraculously overlapped with that white figure.One thrust, one thrust, one retraction, one thrust, every opportunity was grasped exactly the same, as if it had been reproduced.

An unrealistic thought came to Qi Lin's mind, he had no other evidence, he just intuitively believed that there might be some kind of relationship between Zhong Qing and Liu Wengui that he didn't know about, and they might even be... And before he had time to refute himself, this thought had already taken root in his heart, sprouted, and spread wildly outward.

Qi Lin abruptly regained his senses from the trance clock, Liu Wengui in front of him had performed the three postures, the hunting wind licked the barren loess, the mandrill's blood dyed his black hair even darker, black and red The blood dripped on the ground, dragging out a long bloodstain, and Liu Wengui's tiger's mouth had cracked due to excessive force, and the blood that flowed out was mixed in the mud.

The mandrill roared and ran again, Liu Wengui dodged to avoid it, and the tip of the sword gently crossed a long line in mid-air.Qi Lin took out the saber from the storage ring, and the three-foot green blade came out of the sheath with a clang, and the sound of cold iron seemed to resound through the mountains.

He flew to Liu Wengui's side, first lightly swung his long sword away, then turned around and stabbed the mandrill's throat.

The swordsmanship is taught by Zhong Qing, called Chao Sheng.As soon as the sword's edge arrived, the dark wind howled and the turbid waves emptied, and it seemed that there was a mighty river tide rolling in the snow from the sky, and the silver waves were unstoppable.

Qi Lin's sword has always been merciless and extremely ruthless, once the sword is drawn, it is bound to return with blood.

He did it on purpose, deliberately picked this timing, and deliberately used this sword technique.

Liu Wengui paused, and raised his sword again the next moment. What he used was no longer "A Thousand Autumn Snow", but "Wan Shan Bei".Wanshan mourns, and the mountains and rivers cry together. The method of "Wan Shan Bei" is completely different from that of "A Thousand Autumn Snow", but it perfectly makes up for Chao Sheng's shortcomings.Where the sword light intersects, the flesh of the mandrill is shattered.

Qi Lin's hand holding the sword was shaking, but Liu Wengui didn't notice.He tried his best to suppress the restlessness in his body, but the joy and anger in his heart swept like a frenzy.He stared blankly at Liu Wengui, who put his sword into its sheath, opened his mouth and did not speak.

The mandrill in front of him fell lightly to the ground, turning into a puddle of ink.

Liu Wengui turned around to look at Qi Lin, and said, "Continue calling back souls."

"Take care of the wound on your hand first."

Qi Lin glanced at him, but didn't see any other emotions from that face, he mechanically pulled out his flute, and finished mechanically blowing a song that was barely in tune.His eyes kept falling on Liu Wengui's back, his eyes were flickering, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Five minutes later, the spirits in the mountain gradually gathered, and Liu Wengui released his consciousness to inquire about Jin Jue's whereabouts.

The young man who was pushed aside silently raised his hand and whispered, "I... I am Jin Jue."

Liu Wengui nodded, took out a porcelain bottle from the storage ring, and put Jin Jue's soul into the bottle.

"What will they do?" Qi Lin asked him.

Liu Wengui glanced at those souls, and walked out of the circle of light without looking back.

They have been trapped here for many years, and they have lost their minds long ago. They don't know their surnames, and what time it is outside.Only...

The long sword struggled to get out of its sheath, Liu Wengui turned around neatly and slashed towards the light circle with all his strength.

Hundreds of souls scattered in the smoke and dust.

Fourteen states of frost and cold with one sword.

This time, Qi Lin was really sure.

There has never been another sword cultivator like this since ancient times.

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