windy cold

In the middle of the journey, Lu Wanfeng could see several wheels of light flying fast on Qiyun Peak. It was the soul of the piano made by the Ling family. The darker the color of the soul, the stronger it was. It moved like a shuttle between the master's fingers, like an arrow. Kill decisively.

He hurried forward, only to see three figures fighting and dancing in the air, Qin Chuhan and Lu Jianglin were attacking from both sides, a man wearing a ghostly mask was holding a dark red long whip to fight one against two, he didn't show any disadvantage, even after several exchanges of fire, they still couldn't tell the difference Make a winner.

"Don't...don't let the villain succeed..." Ling Shanghuan obviously had just experienced a fierce battle, and was seriously injured at this time, murmuring to himself in a daze, lying on the ground covered in blood.

Several big disciples supported the patriarch to pass on the exercises to protect his body, while the rest of the disciples who rushed over sat on the ground and played pianos for those who were fighting together in the sky.

Lu Wanfeng's heart tightened when he saw the masked man. Although he changed his clothes, he couldn't be more impressed with the long whip. A few months ago, the murderer used this long whip to kill his father and blame himself!

With a sullen expression on his face, he retreated from the crowd and hid behind the cedar, fixed his eyes on the enemy, took out the moon-inviting flute and played it.

A demonic tune sounded in everyone's ears, full of sinister energy, a black shadow joined the battle under the control of the flute sound, everyone present was shocked, looking around, they couldn't find the source of the flute sound, but they looked at it again. The black shadow came to help, although he had doubts, he did not dare to act rashly, and continued to perform his duties cautiously.

Qin Chuhan looked towards Lu Wanfeng as if he had sensed it, then he stood up Li Mengqin, plucked the string with one hand, the white soul of the piano tacitly cooperated with the black shadow to attack, Lu Jianglin held the Suling sword and repeatedly attacked The masked man finally had the upper hand, forcing the masked man to retreat steadily.

Before he had time to rejoice, the man suddenly took out a gel bag from his pocket, and was about to take something out of it.

Without thinking about it, he knew that there was nothing good inside. Lu Wanfeng reacted very quickly, amplified the sound of the flute, and blew a sharp sound. Everyone's ears were stabbed, and the black shadow turned into a sharp sword and stabbed at his wrist. The masked man didn't let go. , the wrist was pierced, trembling with pain, the condensate pouch dropped from the air, but the pouch opened, and the black object inside fell out immediately.

Lu Wanfeng looked at it from a distance, and a strange feeling came up, he recognized this thing, no accident it was a fragment of the ghost order, but the size was much larger than the one in Suxi's eyes.

It turns out that the masked man came to snatch the fragments!

The masked man flew down to retrieve the fragments, but was blocked by Lu Jianglin's sword, and they fought together again, while Qin Chuhan held the fragments in order to prevent the fragments from being difficult to find.

Most of the seal of the God and Ghost Token Fragment has been cracked, and now that it is out of the suppression of the condensate bag, a force more evil and domineering than the shadow spews out, and the black mist of the evil spirit fills the air, and the bright sky suddenly darkens down.

This mist is a mixture of demonic and evil spirits, and is the favorite of demons and monsters. If it is of such a large scale, if it is not restrained, it will attract countless unimaginable evil spirits, and the consequences will be disastrous!

The comatose Ling Shanghuan woke up with a premonition, and shouted loudly: "Putting out the magic formation!"

All the disciples listened to the order and lined up. Ling Shanghuan sat up cross-legged in pain, tightened and fixed the broken strings of the qin, the first note sounded, and the disciples chorused up, and hurriedly played the song of Fengmo, forming a huge azure blue The enchantment desperately suppressed the resentment emitted by the fragments of the ghost order.

It was effective at first, but for some reason, the power of the fragments suddenly soared, and the force that suppressed them bounced back suddenly. The disciples of the Ling family were shaken to this side, and Ling Shanghuan spurted out a mouthful of blood. Before he had time to adjust his breath, he sat upright again and shouted: " Don't mess around, continue to form!"

Everyone stood up and stood up.

On the other side, Lu Wanfeng's eyes were glued to him from the moment the gods and ghosts ordered the fragments to fall, and he always felt that there were also a pair of eyes on the fragments looking at him, giving him a feeling of strangeness and familiarity.The center of his brows was hot, and when he put his hands on his hands, he could clearly feel the beating between his brows, each bulging, as if it was about to burst out.

He suppressed the discomfort, and a strange idea popped up in his mind, and he began to try to talk to the fragments, repeating in his heart: Be quiet, be quiet...

Strange to say, the power that everyone tried their best to suppress gradually weakened. It seemed that the gods and ghosts made the fragments quiet down. With the guidance of the magic sealing array, the fragments slowly fell to the ground, and the dark sky Gradually the light was restored.

Ling Shanghuan and all his disciples stood still and played Dinghun Song instead.

The masked man was injured on his wrist. Seeing that he could not grab the fragments, he fought back Lu Jianglin with one blow, and turned around decisively to flee. Qin Chuhan and Lu Jianglin immediately chased them out together.

On the square in front of Qi Yunfeng Hall, the gods and ghosts kept the fragments silent, and the discomfort in Lu Wanfeng's heart finally dissipated. He put away his flute and stepped forward to help support Ling Shanghuan.

Seeing that it was him, Ling Shanghuan first ordered Qin Chuhan's juniors to put away the fragments, then frowned and said with difficulty: "I just received replies from various families this morning, and soon some villains came to snatch the fragments. The bad may have come true."

Lu Wanfeng worried: "Uncle, let's take a rest first, we'll talk about it later."

"It's okay, this matter is important," Ling Shanghuan shook his head and said, "The fragments of Xiao's house are still there, I have written back to ask Xiao Jun to take strict precautions and strengthen the seal, while Chi's house did not explain to the two children because of Chi Jingqian's sudden death. Regarding the matter of the fragments, the bad guys are here now, fortunately the fragments have not been taken away, but it also proves that there are indeed people coveting the fragments, and the situation is probably very serious." After such a long speech, he began to cough up blood.

The disciple who collected the fragments rushed over upon hearing the sound, and chanted the healing mantra to urgently protect the Patriarch's heart.

Lu Wanfeng was upset, and there were other people beside him, so he had to choose his words carefully and said, "It's the whip of this masked man, I will never forget it in my life."

Ling Shanghuan understood and nodded slightly.

Several disciples helped the Patriarch back into the house, and used their skills to heal his injuries. Lu Wanfeng stayed outside and waited for Qin Chuhan and Lu Jianglin to return. There was no third person, so it seemed that they failed to catch anyone.

Qin Chuhan called a disciple, instructed him once, and said to Lu Jianglin, "Thank you, Patriarch Lu, for your help today, and please go back to the residence with the convalescent disciple to heal the wound."

It was only then that Lu Wanfeng realized that his eldest brother's left arm had been cut a lot, and the blood had already soaked his sleeves, but today he was wearing a dark purple dress, so he couldn't find it if he didn't pay attention.

"The Lu family has always been on good terms with the Ling family, and this is what it should be." After losing blood, Lu Jianglin's face turned pale, and he was not too polite, put away the Su Lingjian and went back first.

Lu Wanfeng stared at the doorpost in a daze, and waited until the eldest brother left before posting Qin Chuhan, checked his whole body carefully, and heaved a sigh of relief after seeing that there was no injury, and said, "How did that man run away?"

Qin Chuhan was also in a bad mood, "We were chasing all the way, but unexpectedly we were hit by a strange formation set up by that person, and we were separated from Patriarch Lu. By the time we got out of the formation, the man had already fled, and Patriarch Lu was already injured."

Although Lu Wanfeng felt it was a pity, he had already run away, so it was useless to say anything else, so he secretly held his hand and said, "As long as you are fine... Uncle Ling is seriously injured and is healing inside, you go in and have a look Let's see."

"Okay." Qin Chuhan wrapped his hand around his back and squeezed it slightly.

The author has something to say: I added a little baby to my family, and the family is very precious, so is the watermelon. I don’t know what I’m busy with at the end of the day, and the time is gone. I’m really sorry that I haven’t been there for so long. I rushed out late last night. Chapter, the number of words is not enough, but let's send it out first!