The center of the Dead City.

In the battle of form and thought, in terms of the cultivation of Li Changfeng and Nan Yuyang, it is really difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

Shortly after Su Fu was led away, the two of them condensed on a rooftop.

Nan Yuyang's expression was very solemn, and he knew from the short confrontation that it was very difficult to kill Li Changfeng without Lu Dan's assistance. It is even likely to die at the hands of the other party. But he can't help but kill, if he lets Chao Xiyue know that Nangong Yu tampered with the secret order, both of them will die.

There was a layer of helplessness in his heart, and some regret that he did not stop his son's stupid behavior. He suddenly woke up now, no matter what the consequences of Chao Xiyue's sudden "change of heart" would be, Feng Yue and his veins would just sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and he would not fall to such a state at all.

This is also self-inflicted.

He knew that this fierce battle was inevitable, and immediately opened his hands. The majestic aura in his body suddenly erupted from behind him, forming an inky black skeletal phantom.

Then it suddenly swelled into a huge skeleton several feet high.

The bones of this huge skeleton were jet-black, inky black without a trace of impurities. This is the condensation of all of Nan Yuyang's cultivation, so it is not a transformation from nothingness like ordinary disciples, but a real physical appearance.

What is real is to see and touch.

Before it was over, the skeleton opened its hands and embraced Nan Yuyang like a lover. Nan Yuyang's body disappeared immediately, completely blending into the skeleton.

He turned himself into a skeleton, a skeleton like black jade. Even at night, it was very eye-catching.

The skeleton stretched out its hand towards where Li Changfeng was. The ghostly light condensed, forming an inky knife on his skull arm.

Holding it in his hand, it looks small. In fact, in the hands of ordinary people, it is a machete.

The ink-colored knife came out of his hand, tearing through the night sky as dark as water, as if injecting a powerful vitality into the stagnant water, and the aura in the void suddenly boiled.

Those auras frantically gathered towards the knife.

This current head of the Fengyue lineage actually used a flying knife technique that was extremely rare in the real world.

And that's not all.

Nan Yuyang's flying knife is more than one, he has condensed the skeleton with his lifelong cultivation, and turned his body into a flying knife, which is really unheard of and unseen.

Just when the first flying knife was infused with the surrounding spiritual energy, it began to accelerate amazingly. The black light suddenly appeared, and the edge broke through the sky, and twelve flying knives were arranged in front of him.

All of the throwing knives were frantically infused with aura, and they began to speed up almost at the same time.

Twelve throwing knives slammed into the air at an astonishing speed, forming a cyclone like twelve shockwaves. But it was swallowed up by the void crack in front of Nan Yuyang's body that had been torn apart by the aura that had been surging from several violent gatherings.

In the eyes of others, these twelve throwing knives were all inspired at the same time.

The cyclone engulfed by the void crack made a violent explosion sound in the crack, and the crack opened violently for a moment, as terrifying as the open mouth of a giant beast.

Nan Yuyang laughed silently, the move was completed, and his opponent was still indifferent. The aura in a radius of hundreds of zhang was drained, and even if the other party could launch the "Hundred Ghosts Night Walk", it would also consume the aura in his body.

In this way, it is tantamount to asking for a dead end. If he didn't carry out the "Hundred Ghosts Night Walk", he thought that Li Changfeng would definitely die.

No one can underestimate his throwing knives.

But in the next moment, his face hidden in the flying knife changed suddenly. Because Li Changfeng, who was locked by himself, suddenly disappeared. It can't be said to have disappeared, but simply turned into a miserable white mist and seeped into the ground.

The throwing knife still fell, because it was not as flexible as the flying sword. Nan Yuyang is not a sword cultivator, and his attainments in swordsmanship are not even as good as those of an outer disciple of Jian Zhai.

The aura in the flying knife erupted the moment it touched the real thing. With an earth-shattering loud bang, a large area of the courtyard that was stretched together suddenly turned into powder, and the earth suddenly collapsed downward into a deep pit with a radius of dozens of zhang.

This is the purest manifestation of power, and this is the full force of the Grandmaster's blow.

Nan Yuyang flew out of the pit and landed in front of the Moyu skeleton, staring vigilantly at his surroundings. He never believed that Li Changfeng would escape, he knew that this blow might not be able to hurt him, but he didn't expect that he didn't even feel the shadow of the other party.

Suddenly, his breathing stopped.

In his spiritual sense, the ground boiled over a hundred feet.

It's not the kind of boiling that the aura is furious, but the real boiling that is visible to the naked eye. Countless clouds of dust flew up from the ground like a large pot of boiling hot oil.

At the heart of the pit, there was a strange muffled sound. I saw a spiderweb-like crack spreading in all directions.

Nan Yuyang flew into the air in horror, and from the core of the spider web, hundreds of strange tentacles suddenly stretched out, entangled the black jade-like skeleton, and pulled it down violently.

The skull of several zhang tall black jade was dragged into the ground, Nan Yuyang's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and a trace of gray began to spread from his sideburns to the top of his head, wrinkled, and he became old as if he had been deprived of all his longevity.

Li Changfeng didn't just destroy his Moyu Skull, but as if tearing his body, he forcibly tore off his connection with Moyu Skull, directly injuring his origin.

It's like the star field of Sufu. Directly shattered, at most it will not be visible for a short time. But if the origin of the star field, that is, the Hundred and Eight Acupoints, is shattered, it will be an irreparable wound.

The pit exploded again, and countless miserable white smoke emerged from the ground, and all kinds of ghosts loomed inside, rushing towards Nanyuyang with a "whimper".

"Li Changfeng, don't kill me, I can help you deal with Chao Xiyue!" Nan Yuyang let out a plea.

But his movements did not pause for a moment. His body flipped over and stood upside down in the air. An umbrella appeared in his hand, a green one.

All the remaining aura in the body is injected into it without hesitation. The green umbrella suddenly burst out with a dazzling green light, and vine-like green waterfalls hung down from the umbrella frames.

At the end of the waterfall, branches and leaves grew wildly, and in the blink of an eye, a large canopy of trees formed in front of the hundred ghosts.

After this action, the hundred ghosts had already rushed in.

Nan Yuyang faced the ground, but was pushed high into the air by a stronger force.

Those vines frantically wound around the hundred ghosts, but they were broken down into a piece of miserable white smoke by a more powerful force. The canopy of the tree seemed to be eaten by countless termites, and finally began to shatter along with the green waterfall, and the cracks spread to the green umbrella, and the green vine umbrella, a magic weapon of the thirty-seventh layer of the sacrifice, shattered into countless pieces of fine sand in a sound like a mirror.

"Feng Yue is willing to bow down, and from now on listen to the orders of Changfeng Yi Pulse and surround my life!" Nan Yuyang spewed out a mouthful of blood, his blood and qi surging, and he shouted hoarsely.

He touched the injury again and spat blood again.

The miserable white smoke finally stopped when Nan Yuyang was desperate. Li Changfeng appeared from the front of the smoke and said lightly: "If it weren't for the fact that Master Fengyue once instructed me, you would definitely die today." ”

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Nan Yuyang survived in the end. After a simple healing, his Origin Daoji finally stabilized and did not completely collapse. Although his life was not saved, a major reduction in cultivation was inevitable.

Nangong Yu lost his body, although it was easy to regain his soul by means of the gate valve, but it was difficult to make up for the lost cultivation. Losing a body at this juncture in the Xuan True Realm is really worse than death. If the immortal pass is broken, the Dao body and the leakless law body are fused into one, even if the body is destroyed, the true form is retained, and the cultivation can be quickly restored.

In a simple small house in the dead city, Nan Yuyang was like an old man in the twilight, holding Nangong Yu's Yin God and sitting on a chair.

Through their explanations, Su Fu and Li Changfeng both knew about the changes in the door, and their hearts were turbulent.

"There must be a reason. Li Changfeng had a cold face, "Shizun will never be like this for no reason, I think it has nothing to do with Yu Lingfei!"

Su Fu nodded, but he couldn't ask anything fresher from Nangong Yu's mouth.

"Senior brother, take a step to speak. ”

Li Changfeng glanced at Nan Yuyang coldly, and walked towards the door.

Su Fu came out and was puzzled: "Why did Senior Brother want to keep Nan Yuyang's life." ”

"The Northern Sect is now facing a life-and-death situation, and we can't reduce our manpower any longer. Li Changfeng said lightly.

"Life and death?" Su Fu was a little surprised. In Taiyuan City, Li Changfeng said so, and originally thought that he was an excuse to persuade himself to go back.

"Specifically, let's wait until I meet the master and let her give you a detailed answer. Li Changfeng only showed a tired look at this time. Fang Cai seemed to be an understatement, but in fact, it took him two percent of his strength to dodge the flying knife, and it was by no means as easy as it seemed on the surface.

Su Fu thought for a while, and then said, "Senior brother, why do you sit back and watch Shizun get infected with color illusion smoke?"

"Whose fault do you think it's for? Li Changfeng glared at him, "For sixteen years, how do you think Shizun came over?"

"But at least, I've allowed the Northern Sect to survive. Su Fu frowned.

"But have you ever thought that this is what we want?" Li Changfeng said coldly, "This is just the result you want alone, isn't it!"

Su Fu couldn't refute, he shook his head: "I'll try my best to make amends, but I don't think I'm wrong." ”

He turned and walked to the makeshift room next to him: "I just did what I thought I should do. Sometimes, there is no choice, and there is no right or wrong. If I could do it all over again, I would still choose this path. If my brother resents me, kill me, I won't resist. ”

Li Changfeng opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

What Su Fu shows is human nature. It has unimaginable good, unimagined evil, and there is no right or wrong at all. The difference between a good person and a bad person is that if you do something that some people think is wrong, you become a bad person, and vice versa.

That's all.