Wind and Rain

"Stop them!" The saint shouted suddenly. The people who were still waiting and hesitating received the order, and swarmed towards the three people in the encirclement.

The three did not want to fight, they just wanted to break out of the siege immediately. Chu Feiyang wanted to continue to exert the inner strength of Donglong Pavilion, but vaguely felt that there was a trace of uncontrollable danger in his body swimming around.

He didn't dare to act rashly. Although there are many people on the other side, with the three of them, it is not a problem to break out of the siege. If he doesn't control it, if he is attacked by the internal force of Donglong Pavilion, I don't know how many troubles will be involved.

But after a short while, the three of them fought and retreated, and they were about to retreat to the edge of the courtyard wall.

When the saint saw the three of them, she was about to rush out of the encirclement, and she was furious and scolded: "A bunch of trash, hurry up and catch Chu Feiyang for me!"

As soon as the saint aunt finished speaking, she suddenly jumped onto the high platform, raised her head slightly, opened her lips, and a very pleasant song came out of her mouth.

Before she finished singing a sentence, she suddenly covered her ribs, bit her lips and closed her mouth. To sing a song with the effect of fascination, the loss of internal strength is even greater than the close combat of hand-to-hand combat. She had just suffered a very serious internal injury, and she slammed her internal force, and the injury was even worse, and a few bloodshots flowed down the corner of her lips.

But this sentence alone is enough to cheer up those martial arts practitioners who have suffered from the poison of martial arts.

Qinglang and Jun Shuying were alone protecting a Lianshan Sect elder, and only one hand could be used freely. Because Chu Feiyang was injured, he was empty-handed and no longer had to bear the extra burden. Seeing the courtyard wall in front of them, the three of them clearly felt the pressure doubled. The martial arts practitioners around them, who were already weak and withdrawn, were suddenly refreshed, and they continued to attack and attack like beasts foraging.

Saint Nun adjusted her breath, pushed away Yu'er who was supporting her worriedly, and opened her thin lips again.

Youyuan's voice carries a mysterious tune, rising and rising in the night sky, spreading in abundance, like a wave of water rippling in circles, making a visible ripple in the night.

Those martial arts practitioners who are poisoned by martial souls have not heard the saint aunt sing. When they are in pain, the singing of the saint can always give these people the greatest comfort. It is a kind of comfort that goes deep into the soul, and all the sadness and pain are instantly healed.

It's just that they've never heard such a sweet song. It seems that it is not just healing by internal force, but more like a carefully compiled song to be dedicated to that special person.

When the saint aunt's singing sounded again, Chu Feiyang frowned uncomfortably.

If his body is a house, now there is a vicious beast named Blood Venom in the house. This evil beast stomped the contents of the house everywhere, turning the world upside down. And that singing voice is more like a hand, insisting to open his tightly closed heart.

There is a string in his brain like being vibrated by those songs, always slamming his reason, telling him in the bottom of his heart that if he let go of his inner restraint to accept this hand, it would definitely be able to subdue that evil beast. , and will bring him unparalleled joy and comfort deep into the soul.

The last time St. Aunt sang this ecstasy, he was far away, and he still depended on his own perseverance to persevere. It is a great test of willpower to be infused with that magical sound at such a close distance at this moment.

Jun Shuying saw Chu Feiyang's strangeness, and was anxious in her heart, but she felt helpless. This is an inner battle, and he can't help at all.

Saint Aunt's eyes were wide open, and she could only see the tall and tall figure in her eyes. He staggered gradually, and his movements gradually slowed down. She is very confident in her means. At such a close distance, no one can resist the comfort of her singing after being poisoned by her blood.

There was once a person who resisted with all his might, but in the end the seven orifices bleed and had to give in. Chu Feiyang is no exception!

She watched helplessly as everyone was inspired by her singing and became more and more brave. The people at the front fell down one after another, and the people behind stepped on the fallen corpse and continued to rush to block the way of the three people without fear of death.

Chu Feiyang was also gradually exhausted. His right hand held a sword to fight, but his left hand kept covering his ears, even shaking his head. Obviously, her singing had a great influence on him.

A sneer appeared on the saint's face, resisting the pain of the internal injury, and suddenly raised her singing voice a lot.

Chu Feiyang finally fell to the ground, kneeling on one knee, his hand on the sword trembling violently.

As long as Chu Feiyang's perseverance is broken, he will never be able to stop her singing from now on.

This is a poison, a poison far more terrifying than the poison that afflicts the human body. Once infected, there is no cure.

Jun Shuying couldn't care about any elders anymore, cut down two people who rushed up with a sword, and hurried to Chu Feiyang's side.

"Feiyang, how are you?!" Jun Shuying grabbed Chu Feiyang's hand, but was firmly held back.

Chu Feiyang lowered his face, Jun Shuying could only see his pale thin lips clenching his teeth. As if to confirm something, he impatiently pulled Jun Shuying's hand to his lips, almost biting, and kissed Jun Shuying's palm.

Just this moment, the trembling on Chu Feiyang's body suddenly gradually became weaker.

This familiar and elegant breath instantly blew away most of the fog that quickly filled his mind.

Qinglang looked at the two people who were left alone, helplessly quickened their footwork and moves, and one person filled all the gaps between the two.

The sharp blade crossed the cold arc, and a puff of blood splattered.

The saint stood outside the crowd watching the scenes, the corners of her eyes were red and hot as if they were about to burst into flames.

It was only a small step away, and she was able to overcome Chu Feiyang's inner restraint. From then on, the man who made her look down on her could no longer escape her palm.

The huge net she worked so hard to weave was broken so easily.

That Jun Shuying even just touched him!

The saint aunt watched with red eyes as the two stood up again and tried to break through the siege. She poured deeper inner strength into the singing, and the blood on the corner of her mouth became clearer and thicker in an instant.

Just at that moment, a long wolf howl broke into the already lively night.

The saint aunt paused, and the singing stopped abruptly. The next moment, she seemed to be hit hard by something, and she took a few steps back suddenly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Yu'er turned pale in shock, and hurriedly stepped forward to support the saint.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?!"

As soon as the saint aunt's singing stopped, the group of martial artists who had rushed forward to prevent the three from escaping suddenly flinched again. Although they did not disperse, they still gave the three a moment of respite.

Jun Shuying looked at the front and said, "She has to rely on her internal strength to infuse her singing voice, and now she must have been disturbed by her own aura and counterattacked by her own internal strength."

Qinglang raised his shoulders, twisted his neck, and sighed, "This stupid dog has finally started barking. What was it doing just now. Brother Chu, are you alright now?"

Chu Feiyang glanced at Qinglang, his pale complexion and lips made his eyes even more unusually black.

Chu Feiyang shook his head and said in a low voice, "I'm fine. Take advantage of the moment and break through in one fell swoop."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qinglang and Jun Shuying didn't even have time to respond, but only heard an anxious voice from outside the crowd.

"Master Chu?! Is that Master Chu?!" Someone cried in a trembling voice, "Qin Ying—Qin Ying is dying, I don't know who to ask. I heard that Master Chu is here. , they said that Master Chu would save Qin Ying—"