Chapter 21: Soul Refining Ghost Fire

Yi Wufeng and the man in black faced each other coldly. The solemn and solemn atmosphere filled the night sky, almost causing the wind to stop flowing.

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When Hu Qingpeng saw the man in black's outfit and temperament, his heart sank. It was the Nine Ghosts of the Underworld! Has the Underworld found out the truth about Yan Jiu's murder? Otherwise, how could he dare to attack the elder of the Demon Cult? He fell behind Yi Wufeng and quickly looked at the roofs around him. He didn't find anything unusual. He couldn't see where the other party was ambushing the master, but his strong uneasiness sensation hit his heart, making him dare not relax for a moment.

Yi Wufeng raised her eyebrows slightly and said coldly: "Who is the number one among the nine ghosts in the underworld? I don't know why it blocked my way?"

The man in black smiled gloomy and said, "Elder Yi asked knowingly! I am Yan Wu. I came to Hunan to investigate the murder of Yan Jiu in Hengyang by the order of my sect leader. I heard that Elder Yi was in charge of the Holy Sect disciples in Huguang and was well-informed, so I wanted to ask the elder to inquire about who my ninth brother died? If the elder is willing to inform the inside story and point out the perpetrator, the underworld is willing to pay 100,000 taels of gold as a reward!"

Those who come are not good, those who are good will not come! Hu Qingpeng clearly smelled the murderous intent hidden in Yan Wu's tone, and quietly moved his left hand to the hilt of the sword. Tang Xue, who arrived, saw that the situation was wrong, was alert to hide in a high place, and decided to act according to the opportunity.

Yi Wufeng sneered: "What a big tone! Even if I know who killed Yan Jiu, why should I tell you? The underworld is famous, and it should not be difficult for you to find enemies, right?"

Yan Wu said slowly: "In the world, you dare to kill the people in our underworld. You have the ability to slaughter the eighty-seven people in Yuzhuang, Hengyang, and leave no clues. Only the Demon Sect, Baiyun Sect, Qinglong Society, Tianxia Society, and Yanyu Tower. The foundation of the Qinglong Society is located north of the Yangtze River. The power of Yanyu Tower is limited to the south of the Yangtze River, and it is impossible to send a large number of masters to Hunan to do such meaningless things. The leader of Baiyun Sect has made a clear statement.

Yan Jiu was definitely not killed by the disciples of Baiyun Sect. As for the World Association, Shu Yunjie, the leader of the White Tiger Hall, also died that night, and they were also chasing the murderer, so they could be excluded from the list. Then the only suspect in the Demon Sect is the most! Elder Qiaoyi appeared in Hengyang before and after the bloody incident. In this way, the answer was about to come out! Yi Wufeng, do you still want to deny it?" His tone gradually turned stern, and a sharp fierce light shot out in his eyes.

Yi Wufeng sneered: "This is purely your personal speculation. What evidence do you have to prove that I brought someone to do it?"

Yan Wu said: "What, do people in the Demon Sect dare not act but do you? They are really disappointed!"

Yi Wufeng knew that the other party had used aggressive methods, but how could she tolerate someone looking down on the Demon Sect and shouted: "Yan Wu, don't say sarcastic words. Yes, I killed Yan Jiu. If you want to avenge him, let me come over! Let me experience the magical skills of the underworld again!"

Yan Wu's body trembled and said with a strange smile: "It's you! You have a wrongdoing and debt. Yan Jiu likes to play with beautiful women the most during his lifetime. He will definitely be unable to withstand loneliness after his death. You can go to hell to accompany him!" With his wrists turned, a strange white flame flashed from his fingertips. He flicked his fingers gently, and the flame flew to the ground. A light sound of the blond immediately ignited a pale flame, spreading rapidly to the entire street, rolling towards Yi Wufeng's feet.

Yi Wufeng shouted: "It's the soul-refining fire in hell! Get out of the way!" This is a unique fire-attribute magic in the underworld. Even if any creature is touched with a little ghost fire, it will definitely be a scorching consequence.

When Hu Qingpeng heard this terrifying name, he knew that the white fire must be extremely vicious, so he quickly raised his breath and leaped high. At this moment, he saw countless black and thin silk threads in the air. If he had not had his extraordinary eyesight, he would have been unable to tell their existence in a hurry and crashed into the net of these silk threads. Although he didn't know what the silk threads had, he instinctively felt danger, and stopped his rising figure and shouted: "Beware of something strange above!" The sword light flashed rapidly, and the sword shot out with his hand, and inserted it straight into the middle of the street. He followed his one foot on the hilt of the sword, and stood firm.

Yi Wufeng heard Hu Qingpeng's warning and was shocked. She removed a hollow somersault in the air and fell down lightly. She tapped her slender feet and just stepped on Hu Qingpeng's shoulders and stood firm like a stack of arhats. Under them, a white ghost fire was burning fiercely, and the flames rose to a foot high, but did not produce any hot air flow.

Yan Wu looked at the two of them in surprise, admired each other's eagerness, and could escape the killing situation he carefully set. He actually laid a "soul search net" on the long street in advance and dyed it black. As long as the enemy jumped to a high place to escape, he would fall into the trap and be infected with fatal poison. Even if the other party lucky enough to see through the arrangement of the "soul search net", he could not gain a foothold in the soul refining fire in hell, and had to be burned to death by the ghost fire. Who knew that the result was unexpected! He was wearing shoes and pants secretly made by this sect, and was not afraid of the soul refining ghost fire. He sneered, stepped forward quickly, and hit Hu Qingpeng's lower plate with a fist.

Hu Qingpeng complained secretly. As long as the other party forced him back half a step back and lost his balance and fell into the ghost fire, he could not fight. Seeing that the opponent's fist was strong and he could not resist with his bare hands, he couldn't help but sweat. Suddenly, a clear shout above his head, a white shadow flashed, and the phoenix thrust into the air like a phoenix dancing in the sky, bounced his index fingers in both hands, and the sharp fingers shot towards the enemy's face.

Yan Wuhua's fist was made into a palm, and a semicircle was drawn in front of him. A layer of true energy barrier was generated, which eliminated the enemy's attack invisibly. Following the dance of his palms, thousands of palm shadows suddenly appeared, attacking Yi Wufeng in an imaginary way. The two fingers and palms intersected, and the force burst out like rain to hit Babanana. In just a blink of an eye, the two of them suddenly got together and Yi Wufeng jumped back, still landing on Hu Qingpeng's shoulder, with an indescribable solemn expression.

Yan Wu showed two seven-inch-long blue steel needles, which were crystal clear and shining. He smiled gloomy and said with a gloomy smile: "Yi Wufeng, you are worthy of being the elder of the Demon Sect. You are indeed very skilled. You have to use the "Pluto Sprite" one of the four major artifacts of this sect! Those who died under its poisonous kiss have always been famous masters in the world. You should feel honored!"

Yi Wufeng sneered: "It seems that the underworld has spent a lot of money to take my life! But don't be too proud too early. You have magical tools. Do I have no magic weapon?" After that, he took out a jade flute more than one foot long from his arms. Three blood stripes were winding on the snow-white flute, as if a terrible spell was engraved. "This is the 'Peak Demon Flute' of the Ten Divine Weapons in My Sect. Please enjoy a song quietly!" Then he sent a voice to Hu Qingpeng: "Clog your ears immediately and don't be confused by the sound of the flute!"

Hu Qingpeng had never seen her use the "Prajna Demon Flute". He was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly blocked his ears. At the same time, he silently recited the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra", which made his mind enter the state of no waves in the ancient well.

Yan Wu didn't want to let the enemy waste time, so he shouted coldly: "Why do you blow the flute at the moment of life and death? Let's die!" He moved his body and rushed forward. The burning of a special refined medicine powder is a very precious medicine powder. This medicine powder is extremely precious and hard to find. Each action can only receive a certain amount, and the burning time is very limited. If he cannot kill his opponent before the medicine powder is burned out, it will be difficult for him to succeed tonight's action.

Yi Wufeng just put the magic flute to her lips. When the cold wind blew, two orchid poisonous stings pierced her lower abdomen like lightning, implying a sinister and deaf. She didn't have time to play the soul-catching magic song, and she was angry and swung it quickly, pointing at the opponent's eyebrows like a short sword, and even took the game of losing both sides. With a tingling sound, the weapons were fighting, Yi Wufeng jumped up with the power, and the magic flute took the lead to Baihui above Yan Wu's head.

Yan Wu sank rapidly and kicked Hu Qingpeng's heart by surprise. Hu Qingpeng shouted angrily: "Despicable!" His arms were quickly crossed and closed inward, blocking him. With a muffled bang, a huge cold force penetrated his body, which made his arm bone almost break, and his body flew backwards. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the strange ghost fire under him, and he couldn't help but sweat in a cold way. At this time, he had no support, nor any safe place to settle down, and the situation was extremely critical.

Yi Wufeng exclaimed, and forced a breath of true energy in the air. Suddenly, she accelerated to chase Hu Qingpeng's arm, trying to save him from the sea of ​​fire. She didn't think about why she wanted to save this irrelevant young man. It was a completely subconscious action. When she understood what she was doing, her jade hand had touched Hu Qingpeng's skin. In an instant, she suddenly realized that even if she could temporarily stop Hu Qingpeng's fall, they would sooner or later fall on the long street where the ghost fire spread, and would eventually be burned to death at the same time! If she gave up her plan to save people, she still had a chance to fall back to the hilt of the sword and escape the bad luck of being burned by the ghost fire. She couldn't help but struggle in her heart, whether to save or not?

Hu Qingpeng didn't expect Yi Wufeng to sacrifice his life to save him. Looking at her flying figure and the anxious expression on her face, her chest tightened, as if she was hit by a hammer, her heartbeat stopped instantly, and then an inexplicable emotion and joy surged throughout her body, making him burst into tears. His heart was like a mirror. With nowhere to leverage in the air, Yi Wufeng's actions were like suicide, and it could not change the ending of her falling into the sea of ​​fire. Then why did she do this? If she dies, she will die. Will she implicate others? Since she has no chance in this life, she can only look forward to the next life! In the flash of lightning, countless thoughts turned to his mind, smiled gently at Yi Wufeng, waved her backhand, and shook Yi Wufeng's palms open!

Yi Wufeng felt a force coming, which shook her to the heights. Looking at Hu Qingpeng's gentle and affectionate smile, she suddenly felt a thrill in her heart. The marrow of all limbs was like being poured through ice water, and she could not feel any warmth.

The eyes were facing each other, speechless.

Yan Wu raised his head proudly and took the opportunity to attack.

Suddenly, a scream broke the silence of the long night: "Brother Peng, I'll save you!" Tang Xue held the thick and long branches that had just been broken in one hand and coughed to the long street. The branches that were six feet long in her hand were a little bit on the ground, and took the force to rise again. Before Hu Qingpeng was burned by the ghost fire, she hugged him in the waist.

Hu Qingpeng was surprised and happy when he was in a desperate situation. He stretched out his arms and hugged Tang Xue's slender and soft waist tightly, and jumped into the air together. It was so dangerous! He turned around in front of the gate of hell, but in the end he still didn't step into the door. It was really a fate that shouldn't be over.

Tang Xue pressed against his strong chest tightly, listening to his powerful heartbeat, his nose was filled with a strong manly smell, his whole body became soft and his skin was hot, and his heart was floating and he didn't know where he went, but he just hoped that time would stop and this feeling would solidify.

Hu Qingpeng could not guess what the girl in his arms was thinking. Suddenly, he saw Tang Xue blushing and her eyes were shy and confused. He thought she was shy and explained: "Lier, I am in a hurry to follow the power. I am not trying to take advantage of you on purpose! Thank you for saving my life!"

Tang Xue gave him a white look and whispered: "Brother Peng is a big fool!" He leaned his head on his shoulder and couldn't help but smile.

Hu Qingpeng had no time to guess the deep meaning of Tang Xue's words. When he looked up, he saw two black and white figures in the air that were about to part. Yi Wufeng vomited blood and fell down. The masters had to concentrate on fighting. Yi Wufeng had just been distracted and looked around, and thought Hu Qingpeng would definitely die. His skills were greatly reduced when he was sad. He was attacked by the enemy's internal force and was immediately severely injured. Hu Qingpeng was shocked, and the blue veins on his forehead were exposed, and he shouted: "Lier, help me save people!" He immediately let go and jumped towards Yi Wufeng, holding her firmly in his arms.

Yan Wu sneered, "What, do you want a hero to save the beauty?" He kicked his toes sideways and hit his left temple. Hu Qingpeng hid his head and narrowed his neck, barely avoiding the fatal blow. Yan Wu was about to change his move, but his expression suddenly moved, and he blocked and picked the poisonous sting in his hand, blocking all the hidden weapons that Tang Xue shot. He was furious, and where did the little ghosts come from meddling in other people's business!

Yi Wufeng turned a blind eye to Hu Qingpeng's care and pity, her face was scary and pale, and she said anxiously: "Hu Qingpeng, I have warned you, you dare to touch me? Do you don't want your hands anymore?"

Hu Qingpeng said, "I don't want my life anymore, what else do I have to do?" He was about to fall into the white sea of ​​fire, but the flame suddenly turned short and shrink, and the powder finally burned out. The next moment, all the ghost fire disappeared, and the whole street returned to its former peace. It seemed that the scene just now was just a dream. Hu Qingpeng couldn't believe that he had such good luck until his feet stepped on the hard realm, but he didn't even burned to death by the ghost fire! He had originally held a determination to die, so he dared to speak to Yi Wufeng. At this time, he found something strange. He shook his arms and threw Yi Wufeng out of his arms, and said with a sneer: "Elder Yi, let me keep my hands on myself for the time being!"

Yi Wufeng snorted coldly: "I'll settle the score with you in the future!" Before he finished speaking, Yan Wu hit her head like a mountain pressing down on her head. The fierce wind blew her long hair away. Yi Wufeng was seriously injured and could not fight head-on with her opponent, so she had to dodge her. Yan Wuli followed her with a pair of poisonous stings, intertwined, firmly covering her white figure.

Seeing that Yi Wufeng was retreating step by step, the situation was extremely bad, Hu Qingpeng hurriedly ran to draw up the sword and shouted, "Look at the sword!" The sword light flashed and pointed directly at Yan Wu's vest. After years of training by Zou Jing, he could use the sword with both hands. This move was used with the left-hand sword, and the power was not diminished at all.

Yan Wu didn't look back, and he just relied on listening to the wind to identify his body. The poisonous stinged backwards and stabbed the sword with his backhand.

What a brilliant martial art! Hu Qingpeng felt ashamed of this move just because he showed it, but Yan Wu clearly showed that the carriage and horse were about to kill Yi Wufeng, and he could not agree no matter what! Even if he knew he was defeated, he would still fight to help. While his mind changed, his sword moves kept rushing towards his opponent like a storm.

Yan Wuben didn't take Hu Qingpeng seriously, but he didn't know that the other party held a sword and was not afraid of his "Pearl Stinger". With his swordsmanship, he had a very high level of internal strength, which immediately posed a great threat to him. Most of his energy was focused on how to deal with Hu Qingpeng's attack. Seeing that several chances of assassinating Yi Wufeng were missed in vain, he was so angry that he smoked his nostrils. He couldn't bear it and shouted: "Boy from Hengshan Sect, good and evil in the world are not in line with each other. Why did you want to help the disciples of the Demon Cult? Have you taken the wrong medicine?"

Hu Qingpeng said coldly: "You don't care!"

Yan Wu was furious. If you want to complete the task, you can only get rid of the young man who was thrusting first, otherwise you will not be able to kill Yi Wufeng. He said angrily: "Your master will let you out to explore the world without knowing the height of the sky and the earth. It's really blind! Tonight is your death!" A false move forced Yi Wufeng to retreat several steps, then gathered Jiu's success power and attacked Hu Qingpeng fiercely.

At this moment, screams suddenly sounded one after another on both sides of the long street, and the bodies of men in black were thrown into the center of the street. Everyone had a hole in their chest and their hearts disappeared. Yan Wu's heart sank and stopped and stared at the height. Could it be that the masters of the Demon Sect had arrived? These men in black were his subordinates, all of whom were good at hiding invisibility and hiding breath. The last killing move he had been bent down, but now they were all killed, and they were not even able to fight back!

Yi Wufeng, Hu Qingpeng, and Tang Xue exchanged glances with each other and quickly gathered together.
Chapter completed!