Chapter 136 Mission 013

The blazing bonfire gradually became fainter as the firewood was consumed. The people sitting around the bonfire were so tired that they all sat cross-legged to meditate instead of sleeping.

The moon and stars are sparse and the night breeze is blowing.

Suddenly, the originally cool but gentle night wind turned into a biting cold wind, and from time to time, the sound of wailing monsters could be heard.

The disciples of the Sword Control Sect who were meditating quickly stood up and prepared for the attack.

The sky suddenly turned dark, so dark that I couldn't even see my fellow disciples around me.

Feng Qinghuang subconsciously reached out in the dark to grab Zhong Shaolin, who had been standing beside her, and whispered in panic: "Brother Zhong, is he here?"

The fact that night fell as soon as Guan Wenhong appeared on the scene had already been spread by the disciples of other sects who had experienced the scene of him hunting down Sword Controlling Sect disciples. Therefore, seeing the darkness fall, the first thing Feng Qinghuang thought of was Guan Wenhong.

Guan Wenhong had never come to her before, and she seemed to be always waiting for death as if the second shoe fell. This unknown fear of waiting for death was too unsettling.

Sometimes she thought that if she wanted to die, she would die neatly. Instead of being so frightened, it would be better to let Guan Wenhong come and kill her right away.

But when Guan Wenhong really came, she realized that her previous idea of ​​"fighting" was just self-comfort under extreme anxiety and fear. Now she really hopes to continue to be so worried and not really face Guan Wenhong. .

The darkness maximized the fear in people's hearts, and a scream suddenly rang out in the terrifying silence, right next to them.

Feng Qinghuang was shocked: "It's Junior Brother Li!"

Then she heard another junior fellow student calling Junior Brother Li's name, but no one responded as they waited in silence, and a panic struck everyone.

At this time, Zhong Shaolin, who was being pulled by Feng Qinghuang, suddenly reminded him: "Take out your Xuan Shui Bead!"

Feng Qinghuang subconsciously followed the instructions and took out the Xuan Shui Bead given to her by Sect Master Feng from the storage ring. This Xuan Shui Bead had no other use, it was helpful to increase her cultivation speed as a water spirit root monk, and to avoid water. function.

But when she took out the Xuan Shui Bead from the storage ring, Feng Qinghuang understood why Zhong Shaolin reminded her to do this.

Because Xuanshui beads emit a faint blue light, which is usually not noticeable during the day and is not obvious at night when it is not very dark, but when it is so dark that you can’t see your fingers, this faint blue light is Very important.

Moreover, in Guan Wenhong's demonic night, ordinary lighting methods are useless at all. Only the light from heavenly materials and earthly treasures like Xuan Shui Beads will not be easily swallowed up.

Many people were reminded by Feng Qinghuang's Mysterious Water Bead, and other disciples of the Sword Control Sect also took out things they thought could be used for lighting.

Although there are only a few available, it is better than nothing. The people of the Sword Control Sect gathered together with the faint light. After counting the number of people in this gathering, everyone was shocked to find that in such a short period of time, there were already four or five brothers. He had lost his whereabouts and had obviously encountered something unexpected.

This frightened everyone, and they all leaned together tightly, not daring to separate at all.

At this time, a cold and familiar voice suddenly came from the dark night: "Haha, do you think you can survive hiding together?"

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Feng Qinghuang was shocked. Even if she died, she would never forget this voice. The owner of this voice was the source of her nightmares for so many years and the culprit who made her fear death.

A faint light suddenly lit up in the dark night. Gradually, the light became brighter and brighter, and the scope of illumination became wider and wider...

Everyone subconsciously looked towards where the light was, only to see a red figure slowly walking into them.

The cold, bloody eyes of the handsome boy in red with a hint of coldness stared at them, like a poisonous snake hiding in the darkness staring at its prey.

After seeing the appearance of the boy in red, Feng Qinghuang could no longer deceive herself.

Because that face was exactly the same as the one she killed Guan Wenhong.

Feng Qinghuang looked at Guan Wenhong and said in a trembling voice: "You... you're not dead?"

The young man in red raised his lips at her and said maliciously: "You are not dead, how can I be willing to die like this?"

His body began to be filled with a black demonic energy that was deeper than the surrounding night, gradually swallowing up the slight light generated by his arrival.

"Just because you are the daughter of the sect master, so if you want me to die, I will die... Now, I want you all to die... okay?"

Zhong Shaolin held the sword in his hand tightly and did not attack the boy in red rashly, because he knew very well that Guan Wenhong could not be solved by him with a sneak attack. The sneak attack would only anger him, because Guan Wenhong died from Feng Qinghuang's sneak attack.

Zhong Shaolin said: "Wenhong, I know it's junior sister who is sorry for you, but I hope you can calm down a little. We can slowly discuss a solution to make it up to you. Why do you have to blame everyone?"

The young man in red did not listen to him, and still said to Feng Qinghuang: "Your father has died in my hands, and now your life and death are in my hands. All of you, your entire Yujian Zong's life and death are in my hands. How should I take revenge?"

Feng Qinghuang was very disappointed when she saw that Zhong Shaolin was useless. Although she knew that the male protagonist who had not yet obtained the inheritance of the Floating Sword Immortal was not a match for the villain boss, she still regarded the male protagonist as a life-saving straw.

Feng Qinghuang knew that the straw could not save her life, but she still had hope. However, after the straw sank before it went out to sea, she felt completely disappointed and even desperate.

The red-clothed boy did not take Zhong Shaolin seriously. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed Feng Qinghuang with his slender fingers. Feng Qinghuang, who was still in the crowd, could not control her body and flew towards him involuntarily.

Feng Qinghuang knew that she would be worse off than dead if she fell into Guan Wenhong's hands, and she hurriedly asked for help in fear: "Brother Zhong, save me!"

However, no one present could save her.

Zhong Shaolin thrust a sword at the red-clothed boy. In the original book, he was able to obtain the inheritance of the Floating Sword Immortal by his own ability, which shows that the male protagonist's attainments in swordsmanship are definitely not simple. His sword seems ordinary, but in fact, the invisible sword energy has already quietly and quickly flown to the face of the red-clothed boy who was trying to catch Feng Qinghuang.

The other disciples of the Yujian Sect did not dare not rescue him, and they all controlled their magic weapons to attack the red-clothed boy.

However, facing Zhong Shaolin's most powerful sword, he just stretched out his left hand and easily blocked it. He even blew back all the attacks of other disciples of the Yujian Sect with a casual breath.

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How quickly the monks fought and attacked. Although there were many words just described, it took less than a breath from the time when everyone attacked the red-clothed boy to the time when he directly broke all the attacks.

At this time, Feng Qinghuang, who everyone wanted to rescue, had been caught in front of him. He was only less than half a meter away, and his slender and powerful right hand fingers could pinch Feng Qinghuang's slender and beautiful neck fiercely.

However, this distance of less than half a meter became an insurmountable gap.

A sharp sword energy that was hundreds or thousands of times stronger than Zhong Shaolin's sword energy directly broke through the very stable night condensed by the demonic energy.

The bright light of the moon in the outside world finally shrouded the survivors through the clouds, which almost made them burst into tears.

The night was broken, and everyone's vision returned to normal.

I saw that the red-clothed boy Guan Wenhong, who had just broken the night, was looking gloomily at the white-clothed man who slowly walked out of the woods not far away.

The white-clothed man held a sword that was emitting powerful sword energy in his hand. His appearance was extremely handsome, but unlike the red-clothed boy's elegant and handsome appearance, he was a young man with a steady and sharp indifference.

When the young man in red saw the man in white, his face changed slightly, and he suddenly snorted coldly: "It's you again!"

The man in white swept his cold eyes around and said lightly: "Guan Wenhong, you can't kill her in front of me."

The young man in red seemed to be very afraid of him, and he just snorted again, and his figure gradually disappeared in the diffuse dark demonic energy...

The man in white did not chase him, but stood there and looked at Feng Qinghuang.

Feng Qinghuang was saved from despair and was very grateful to him. She hurried over to thank him: "Thank you for saving my life!"

The man in white nodded and suddenly said: "I'm not much older than you, you don't have to call me senior."

Feng Qinghuang smiled slightly and said: "Then what should I call you senior?"

The man in white said lightly: "Han Qianchi."

Feng Qinghuang gently turned the three words "Han Qianchi" on the tip of her tongue for several times, and then called softly: "Han Qianchi..." with indescribable tenderness.

Faced with the beauty's gentleness, the man in white remained unmoved, his face still cold and ruthless, but he asked: "Excuse me, girl, have you ever saved someone in the Ghost Forest?"

Feng Qinghuang was stunned for a moment, thought carefully for a while, and then nodded hesitantly: "It seems that there is such a thing..."

Hearing her affirmation, the man in white obviously softened his attitude towards her: "The person you saved was me who was once seriously injured... I should now return your life-saving grace to you."