Yu Jiang raised his head and quietly looked at the air coming from the sky in the distance, the golden brilliance was as bright as a sword breaking through the sky, dividing a black cloud into two sections and dragging out a long golden flame.
He looked at it with heavy eyes, his expression did not change much, he took a step back silently, watching the golden light gallop over and manifest in front of him.
Li Qinghong, who was dressed in thunder, turned her hand, retrieved her spear, and hung upside down behind her, purple thunder fell like rain, and a man in platinum armor appeared beside her.
This man had a broad chest, slightly taller than Li Qinghong, his eyes were sharp, he was wearing sharp armor, and he was holding a huge ferocious golden bow in his hand, floating in the air, and the invisible air filled the air, making a creaking sound.
The eyes under his long eyebrows opened like eagles, sweeping towards the heavy demonic cloud.
"Second uncle!"
Li Qinghong asked happily, and the man in the white and gold armor nodded slowly, and when he looked up, he was colliding with Yu Jiang's eyes.
The scrutiny of these eyes was slightly cold, but those eyebrows made Yu Jiang grit his teeth unconsciously, he seemed to have fallen ice and snow, cold from head to calf, the young man forced himself not to take his eyes off and looked at each other quietly.
He saw the man's eyebrows trembling and jumping upwards, his black and gray pupils slowly dilated, the fierce evil energy dissipated, his lips trembled, and Yu Jiang listened to a hoarse voice:
"You ......."
The young man's whole body was cold and almost stiff, but this sentence made a surge of blood rush straight to his head, his hand holding the Xuanfu jumped twice like a twitch, and a strange thought appeared in his heart:
'His voice is much older than his face.'
Yu Jiang raised his hand, touched his storage bag, took out something, and tried his best to calm his voice, but he couldn't help but tremble a little, even a little vague:
"Senior."
He had a golden arrow in his palm, heavy and cold, the feathers on his tail were bright and shiny, and the arrow arrowhead was polished exquisitely and shiny, glowing faintly.
The arrow body is engraved with a few small characters [Yishan Li Xuanfeng], and the font is wild, showing the owner's demeanor.
The man's eyes fell on this arrow, the young man even felt a little heavier in his hand, Li Xuanfeng gently looked at his eyebrows and eyes, looking at him very seriously, the young man maintained his expression and said softly:
"This belongs to the seniors, and it is hereby returned."
Li Xuanfeng's eyes stayed on the arrow for a moment, Yu Jiang vaguely heard his restrained breathing, and the slightly hoarse voice sounded again:
"So it's you."
His words seemed to burn the young man, he immediately closed his eyes, his figure turned from black to gray, and then slowly faded away, leaving a series of black smoke as if he was running away, drifting away in the air.
Li Xuanfeng was still standing steadily, the arrow was still suspended in the air, shining brightly and darkly, all his emotions were pressed under his iron-like cold and hard posture, and no one could see anything.
The qi twisted in the air, occasionally brushing Li Qinghong's queqing feathers, making a piercing friction sound, Li Qinghong looked at Li Xuanfeng's face seriously, and then recalled Yu Jiang's face, thinking about it.
Li Xuanfeng still had a cold and hard posture, his voice was a little hoarse, and he said in a low voice:
"So it's you......"
Li Qinghong stood beside him, a blue light rushed from the sky, and landed in front of him, appearing a middle-aged man with a sword at his waist, a little chic, looking at the black clouds in the north with a solemn expression.
"Oh no!"
"Brother Xuanfeng!"
This person was naturally Si Yuanli, Daning Palace emerged from the water mausoleum, and the two of them got out of trouble and immediately rode the wind over, hitting the scenery of magic smoke.
He was well aware of the filth between the sects, and he understood the calculations between the Purple Mansions, seeing the magic smoke billowing all the way, and remembering that all the Purple Mansions were trapped in it, his heart was shocked, and he whispered:
"Brother Xuanfeng... I'm afraid it's his sect's plan! Now I'm in trouble..."
Si Yuanli glanced at the other side carefully, immediately turned around, turned to Li Qinghong behind him, and said in a deep voice:
"Where is Chi Zhiyan! But sitting in the rear? Who is in charge of the riverbank defense line? Hurry up and let him come out to see me!"
Don't look at Si Yuanli just now bowing down in the Daning Palace, he is the junior of Si Boxiu's legitimate relatives, and he is very valued, although he is low-key and has no position in the sect on weekdays, but he Si Yuanli doesn't have to salute when he sees Chi Zhiyun!
What's more, although the Si family is sparse and has always kept a low profile, Si Boxiu is the most protective of his shortcomings, Si Yuanbai is already good, and he still dared to throw twelve rain gathering talismans on Yuanwu Peak in one breath when he was angry, almost flooding this peak.
As soon as he said this, his tone was very cold, and his status was immediately revealed, but Li Qinghong only bowed back and said softly:
"Senior, no one is in charge of the riverbank."
Si Yuanli seemed to understand vaguely, and said in a cold voice:
"Late smoke!"
"My lord is still in Bianyanshan."
Li Qinghong's voice was gentle, polite, and he said politely:
"My lord, I will lead the direct line to guard Bianyan Mountain so that we can observe the internal situation of the demon cultivator, so that we can make a layout for us."
She said politely, Si Yuanli saw Li Xizhi on the side lowered his eyebrows, Li Ximing curled his lips, where he still didn't understand, the man suddenly became happy, and only said angrily:
"What a scoundrel! Not even a single hair of his brother can compare! When did you still take these into account? Sit and watch the riverbank disintegrate, and the cultivators pour in, plundering a white land in Jiangnan?"
After Si Yuanli said this, his eyes narrowed, and he suddenly realized something in his heart, slightly cold:
"Although this person is greedy and cherishes his body, he is not such a stupid person... Didn't you know that Chi Tianxing and others died in Anhuai Tian, and the Chi family's purple mansion was gone, and they were jealous, so they had to cut branches to protect the trunk in case the tail was too big?"
"But Chi Zhiyun is still there... Could it be that Chi Zhiyun has already broken through the Purple Mansion in retreat?"
Si Yuanli grew up in the sect since he was a child, and he was particularly sensitive to the fights of these factions.
He thought of this feeling a little uneasy, so he gently touched the brocade pouch on his waist with one hand, took out a small bright bead, blew on the bead, and suddenly a white wind flew out.
This wind enveloped several people, isolating them from inside and outside, and Si Yuanli said darkly:
"I just remembered something... There are so many people in the direct lineage of the two generations of the Chi family, and now they have died in Anhuaitian, and Bu Zi Zhenren has been missing for many years, how can Chi Zhiyan not be afraid?"
"Although this demonic disaster is terrible, the direct descendants of the various families have suffered heavy casualties, it can be said that Shuiling has Xuanfeng holding back Tang Shedu, and the best people of the various families have been able to save their lives... Instead, I took a lot of food from it... I have completed a lot of exercises, and even know a lot of secrets..."
"There are not many foundations built by the families, but they are all killed, how can there be any pile of Keqing's subordinates, it is not easy to fall, just look at the nobles to know..."
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice:
"Qingchi is not as good as Jin Yu, the peeling is too ruthless, Jin Yu has most of the clan cultivators and scattered cultivation foundations that can fill their lives, and which of the surviving foundations on the Qingchi site is a simple commodity? I can only cut my own flesh with a real knife..."
"Most of the foundations damaged by the dispute between the north and south were Qingchi Keqing and foundation buildings, and after the late smoke counting, it must have been understood, and it really can't be damaged anymore... This will gather the forces! We must use this to cut off your strength!"
Si Yuanli's voice was low:
"I see... The Purple Mansion just let Qingchi cut the meat, but Chi Zhiyan reacted very quickly, and immediately made a trade-off and chose a cutting method with both advantages and disadvantages in order to minimize losses."
Li Qinghong's heart was bright, and she didn't understand where she was here, so she said secretly:
"So several of them are not satisfied with the Purple Mansion who have a deeper grudge against Qingchi!"
Li Qinghong took a quiet look, and suddenly understood the sentence Kong Tingyun brought for Changxi Zhenren, and thought to himself:
"Maybe you didn't say this to me in the first place... Instead, I want me to bring it to my second uncle!"
She then used the secret method to transmit the voice:
"Second uncle! I passed by Xuanyue Gate before, and Daoist Tingyun brought a message for Changxi Zhenren..."
Li Xuanfeng listened carefully, and finally his expression changed, his sharp eyebrows were soothing, his voice was deep and hoarse, and he murmured:
"It is gratifying to flood the seedlings and crops for a hundred years, but the river water backflowed and flooded the steps of the courtyard, which is even more satisfying."
His words seemed to be repeated, but Si Yuanli was shocked and looked at him in a daze, why couldn't he hear the meaning of his words? As long as the riverbank is more difficult to gnaw and more daunting than Bianyan Mountain, there will naturally be 'river water backflow', go to the lonely demon cultivator hinterland Bianyan Mountain!
And Bian Yan Mountain is the direct descendant of the Zhu Chi family! Compared with the [flooded crops, no harvest for a hundred years] that the Qingchi family was seriously injured, the [direct lineage] that drowned the courtyard steps was what really made the Chi family hurt!
When Si Yuanli heard this, his heart was already beating sharply like a drum, and the blood from his whole body rushed to his head:
"The river is pouring back... The river water pours back..."
Such countermeasures are extremely clever, and even the justifiable name is so good that Chi Zhiyan can't pick out the thorns, but Si Yuanli hesitated, hesitating until the light on his body was slightly flickering...
Although he was happy to watch the jokes of the Chi family, and even Chi Tianxing, Chi Fuju and others would laugh a few times when they died, but in the end, Chi, Si, Ning, and Tang were one, and his family had suffered a lot of oppression in terms of interests, but he had never taken the initiative to persecute them...
This method is good, even justified, but how can a discerning person not see it? The decision was made to offend the Chi family! Now that he heard this, the city government also panicked, his face did not change, but the hand holding the hilt of the sword was clenched 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 with a blow.
"Yuan Li Daoist... Why did the real person hand over the [Huaijiang Map] to me!"
"This is an ancient spiritual weapon that was originally used to guard the riverbank... Guard the riverbank! Could it be that it is for this moment!'
This sentence simply broke through Si Yuanli's psychological defense, causing a chill like ten thousand years of black ice suddenly rising in his heart, which was extremely obvious, and Si Boxiu himself also supported this move!
"But the real person clearly didn't tell me beforehand!"
Si Yuanli suddenly became confused, Yuan Xiu did not show his dislike for the Chi family, and even had a lot of courtesy on weekdays, and even took this Daning Palace to ask someone to bring the Chi family over, which could not be said to be a lack of effort...
"But the Purple Mansion monk's mind is unfathomable, there are thousands of ravines in the heart of a real person, who knows what he thinks..."
His heart sank, and Li Xuanfeng's voice in front of him was low, but his thoughts coincided with his:
"Chi Tianxing Chi Fuju was also specially invited by a real person..."
The same sentence came out of his mouth, the taste was already completely different, Chi Tianxing and Chi Fuju now estimated that they couldn't even find the body in Anhuai Tianzhong, Si Yuanli couldn't help but be suspicious:
"Could it be that a real person did it intentionally?"
All the clues traveled through his mind with the words of the person in front of him, jumping in his heart in a hurry, making his head hurt as if it was about to crack.
Li Xuanfeng only spread his hands and showed a golden talisman in his palm, but 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 privately by the real person! Maybe it's for this moment! It shouldn't have been shown in private, but it was urgent to take power, so I had to do it!"
He said in a deep voice:
"The real person saved my life from Maha, and he helped me a lot, Xuanfeng remembered it in his heart, as long as Brother Yuanli gave an order, Xuanfeng would definitely take action! If Brother Yuanli wants to abandon the river..."
Li Xuanfeng looked calm and said quietly:
"Naturally, I will hand over the spiritual weapon and talisman to Brother Yuan Li, but Xuan Feng can't regard the tens of millions of people behind him as if there is nothing, and he will stay here until the last moment!"
Si Yuanli didn't even need to look closely, this talisman was very powerful, he saw the real person magical power sacrifice with his own eyes, he never thought that it was handed over to Li Xuanfeng, he took a breath silently, and didn't know what to say, he just muttered:
"How can it be like this......
Li Qinghong on the side understood, walked forward slowly, and persuaded softly:
"Senior... The junior doesn't talk about the selfishness on his own lake, even if we can't hold it here, our family still has some ability to protect itself! But there are tens of millions of people behind this river... It's all tied to our hands!"
Si Yuanli was silent, but the demon cultivator on the opposite side couldn't hold back anymore, the heavy magic wind slowly approached, the white clouds dissipated, and poured back into the beads in Si Yuanli's hand.
"Clang!"
Li Xuanfeng picked up his bow, the bright golden light condensed on the strings, the harsh buzzing sound sounded in everyone's ears, the man's eyes showed a fierce killing intent, and the voice rolled like thunder, drifting away with the wind.
"Bian Yan Li Xuanfeng is here, the former will die!"
This sound was rolled by mana, transmitted in thick black smoke, like thunder rolling in the clouds.
"Bian Yan Li Xuanfeng is here, the former is dead......"
"The former is dead..."
This voice spread among the demonic sounds, which actually made the demonic clouds that were about to move in the sky stop, a group of monks, look at me, I look at you, no one dares to take the first step.
Only the river flowed by, and the man in the platinum armor suspended above looked at him coldly, and shouted to stop all the cultivators, looking at the thousands of demon cultivators in front of the river as if they were nothing, slowly tilting his head, his eyebrows and eyes were sharp and calm, and he said in a deep voice:
"The power can only be intimidating, Brother Yuanli will make a quick decision!"
His voice was transmitted in the air, causing the neighboring Gu Lanying and others not far away to raise their heads, Si Yuanli's face was slightly red, he exhaled from the depths of his chest, and said heavily:
"Guardian!"
As his words fell, the man in front of him slowly raised his eyebrows, the cold and calm meaning hidden on the surface faded, and a fierce look like a tiger and leopard rose from his face again.
The corners of his lips slowly curled up a smile, and he actually had the arrogant appearance when he was led by his second father when he climbed through the corpse mountain when he was six years old, and a cold voice came out of his lips and teeth, accompanied by golden light:
"Xuan Feng obeyed orders."