“Are you teaching me how to do things?”
Wen He lowered his head quickly, "I dare not."
Wenhe quickly thought of a solution based on the current situation, but he didn't dare to say it.
"Just tell me if you think of a solution. Don't be so hesitant." That look on his face, as if he wanted to say something but didn't, was really eye-catching.
"I have an idea. That is... to take advantage of the situation and use those flying swords to attack the dense forest. This will definitely force him out."
"How do you borrow it?" He always felt that what Wen He was going to say next would not be very friendly to him.
"That's right, send someone to attract some of the swords and move the battlefield to that dense forest. Then, under the attack of the flying swords, the evil fairy will definitely show his true form."
Their spiritual sense could clearly detect the power of those flying swords, and they were very powerful.
Of course, what he didn't dare to say out loud was that it would be best if the Demon Lord went.
"Is it best if I go?" Feng Ning asked expressionlessly.
Wen He lowered his head and stared at his toes. "It's OK for the thirty demon generals to go."
Anyway, he definitely can't do that. It's better to die with a friend than to die with a poor Taoist.
The thirty demon generals behind the demon king: Listen to what you say, is that human language? Only your life is life, and other people's lives are not life, right? Why don't you go yourself?
The anger in the thirty demon generals was so great that they wanted to cut Wen He into pieces.
If they die here today, Wenhe will not be spared even if they become ghosts.
"Why should I, the demon clan, bear the risks for their righteous cause?" Feng Ning snorted coldly.
The thirty-year-old demon will breathe a sigh of relief. It's great that he doesn't have to take risks.
Those flying swords, they didn't want to try.
"Wenhe, go inform Yijian, that dead-faced guy, of this news and ask him to force the evil fairy out." The Demon Lord said lightly.
It is said that Yijian, the dead-faced man, was confined by the Sword Clan as punishment. I guess he doesn't know about this yet.
How could such a grand event be without him?
Wen He's eyes lit up, then he calmed down again, "It's the Demon Lord, I'll go right away."
He could just take advantage of the chaos to sneak away.
This demon is really not stupid, and the evil cultivator is not going back. He should find a deep mountain or old forest to hide under an assumed name for a hundred or eighty years.
Absolutely no one can find him.
“Demon Lord, let your subordinates go with Wenhe.” Suddenly, the oldest of the thirty demon generals stepped out and said.
Wenhe's face froze.
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s just one demon general, he can deal with it, he still has a killing stunt hidden, Wenhe comforted himself.
"Demon Lord, I'm going too."
"I'm going too."
Soon, seven or eight demon generals came out at the same time and asked for orders from the Demon Lord.
Wenhe: His killing horn seems not yet able to deal with so many demon generals...
Feng Ning was a man who could see through the plans of those demon generals at a glance. Wen He had tricked them like this, he must have been unable to bear it a long time ago, right?
But he didn't intend to stop it.
Wenhe should change his habit of coming up with vicious attacks without distinguishing between friend and foe.
"Don't delay my work." Feng Ning warned, then thought for a moment and added, "Save some breath."
Wen He was shocked, "Demon Lord..."
But before he could finish his words, he was blocked by the demon, and then a few people came and took Wen He away.
Feng Ning looked at the densely packed flying swords above the Sword Sect in the distance, his eyes were complicated and his heart was tangled with madness.
This time, should I help Mingri kill the evil fairy first, or should I use the evil fairy's trick to kill Mingri first?
If he had not fought with the evil fairy, he might have chosen to kill Tomorrow directly, because he felt that Tomorrow was a mountain in his life that he would never be able to climb.
But the evil immortal was not something he could deal with alone.
How to choose?
Feng Ning quickly analyzed the pros and cons in his mind.
Wenhe moved very quickly, and Yijian soon appeared here.
"Yijian, what are you doing here? Why don't you go back and reflect on your mistakes? You don't need to interfere with what's happening here." When Zhenren Qingxu saw Yijian's figure, he was shocked and scolded him, wanting to drive him back.
Mr. Mingri once told Yijian that he would face a life or death crisis, but Yijian was not affected.
So the layman revealed this matter to him, and Qingxu used this incident as an excuse to let Yijian reflect on his mistakes in front of the wall, so that he could escape the calamity of life and death.
Yijian should be in the confinement room now, why is he here?
Who told him?
"The Sword Sect is in trouble, how can I hide behind like a turtle? When this matter is resolved, I will go to the confinement room to reflect on my mistakes. Now, I will force out the villain who is plotting against my Sword Sect behind the scenes."
A swordsman stood outside the Qingyun Sword's territory, facing the vast jungle that spread to the sky.
Someone just told him that the riot in Sword Tomb was planned by someone, and that person was hiding in this dense forest.
Thaksin.
All he had to do now was force him out.
A swordsman slowly drew out the long sword from his waist. The sword glowed with a faint blue light, like cold stars. There were countless complex patterns engraved on the sword, and each pattern contained a profound sword meaning.
He raised his sword to the sky and uttered a long chant that shook the surrounding area: "Ten thousand swords return to their clan!"
Immediately, his figure turned into a gust of wind, and the tip of his sword drew countless bright light tracks in the air, as if summoning invisible sword energy.
The next moment, countless sword shadows gathered from all directions, like ten thousand swords coming to the center, each sword carrying tremendous sword intent and unstoppable sharpness.
This is the culmination of a swordsman's lifelong cultivation, and also the highest display of his understanding of swordsmanship.
"Go!" With a loud shout from the sword master, thousands of swords were launched at once, like a sword rain storm, attacking the mysterious jungle. The sword shadows were like the sea, and the sword energy was like the tide, continuously impacting every corner of the jungle.
Amid the roar of the 꾫꺶, towering ancient trees were uprooted, and even the dark mist was swept away.
The sword master's move of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin was so powerful that it attracted everyone's attention, and even the flying swords circling in the air froze for a moment.
Soon everyone noticed a figure rising quickly from the dense forest.
[Host, Jiang Yun appears, and he appears again. That figure is him. Remember to take advantage of him.]
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