Chapter 640 Feng Yanrong, "On the World's No. Sword Song"!
"In this peaceful era, how dare the evil cultivators be so arrogant? Not only do they wantonly kill people, they also devour the souls of others. Doesn't the Great Xia court care?"

Feng Yanrong's face was gloomy, but it made her pretty face look even more gloomy. She looked coldly at the pile of corpses on the ground. Deep in her eyes, there was anger like fire. Before she finished speaking, she saw a black shadow passing by in her peripheral vision. She said angrily:
"How brave!"

The black shadow was another paper man controlled by Wang Ping'an. Wang Ping'an was controlling the paper man, using almost all his strength.

He ran to the remains of the paper man as fast as he could and picked up the storage bag that had fallen to the ground. In addition to the spoils he had collected from Zhang Fu and Zuo He, there was also his Small Five Elements Sword Formation.

He was used to being poor, so how could he bear to abandon the small Five Elements Sword Formation he had worked so hard to refine here?
He could only control another paper man again, and pick up the one that fell to an inconspicuous place when Feng Yanrong was not paying attention. But when the first paper man he controlled was destroyed by Feng Yanrong, the first thing he noticed was the paper man that fell to the ground.

of course.

He still knew that Feng Yanrong had good intentions. Although she meant well but ended up doing something bad, there were very few people in this world who were willing to stand up for what was right.

The way he devoured the warrior ghosts one after another just now looked very much like an evil cultivator doing bad things, so it was normal for Feng Yanrong to misunderstand him.

He is a man of integrity and magnanimity, so naturally he would not argue with Feng Yanrong.

otherwise.

Just because Feng Yanrong destroyed the paper man he controlled without saying a word, he was the first one who would not let Feng Yanrong go. How could he just control another paper man to pick up the storage bag that fell on the ground?

I've been looking for trouble with Feng Yanrong for a long time!
"Qiang!"

As Feng Yanrong finished speaking, she plucked the strings of the zither, and the prelude to "On the World's No. 1 Sword Song" appeared, like one different sword chant after another.

next moment.

One after another, different swords took shape.

Long sword, short sword, great sword...

All the swords in the world appeared with the sound of the piano, like arrows shot from a bow, making different sounds of breaking through the air one after another, and they chased after Wang Ping'an at an extremely fast speed.

The paper figure controlled by Wang Ping'an heard different sword chants behind him and could not help but look back. He was far away in the courtyard of the Le family and almost widened his eyes.

It was the first time he saw so many swords in the world. He hurriedly took out different talismans from his storage bag and threw them back.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"

The thrown talismans immediately turned into powerful spells one after another, colliding with the swords that were flying towards them. After only destroying a dozen or so swords, Wang Ping'an was not too happy.

From the corner of his eye he saw that as Feng Yanrong plucked the strings of the zither and played "On the World's No. 1 Sword Song", swords took shape one after another.

"What kind of job is this? Is it so cool?"

Wang Ping'an looked at Feng Yanrong, who was sitting cross-legged on the back of a spirit deer and chasing after him. A flash of envy flashed in his eyes. He cursed inwardly and saw that there were many more different swords chasing after him. He transmitted his voice:

"Fairy, you and I have no grudges against each other. What you see may not be true. I am not an evil cultivator. How about we just shake hands and make peace!"

As he spoke, Wang Pingan threw out stacks of spells without waiting for Feng Yanrong to respond. He didn't want to attack her while she was distracted by her reply, but if he didn't make a move, the swords coming from behind would soon catch up with him, and the paper figures he controlled would be crushed into powder by the different swords. "Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"

Explosions sounded one after another. Wang Ping'an threw out stacks of talismans, barely destroying the first batch of swords chasing him, but there were still endless swords chasing him.

"As expected of an evil cultivator who has committed many evil deeds, he is fully prepared!"

Feng Yanrong played "On the World's No. 1 Sword Song" while watching Wang Ping'an's counterattack. She saw him throwing out stacks of talismans as if they were free. Although they were all elementary and intermediate talismans, the number of them was so large that they were worth a lot of spirit stones when added up. She sneered and listened to the voice transmission about Wang Ping'an in her mind. She was a little surprised, but not panicked.

She found that she might have underestimated the evil cultivator Wang Ping'an. She didn't expect that he could actually practice the art of sound transmission to such a level that he could pass through her magic power and mental power and transmit the sound into her mind.

"What you see may not be true!"

Feng Yanrong sneered. She didn't believe even a single punctuation mark in Wang Ping'an's words. Everyone knew that the evil cultivators who dared to do evil and survived being hunted down by many people were all good at speaking. She smiled and said:
"How about this, let's sit down and talk. I want to see if you can convince me!"

She witnessed with her own eyes how Wang Ping'an devoured the souls of warriors one after another. She observed for a long time for fear of misunderstanding, and saw with her own eyes that after Wang Ping'an devoured the souls of warriors one after another, his own soul was obviously strengthened a lot.

If a cultivator who strengthens his own soul by devouring the souls of others were to say that he was not an evil cultivator, not even a three-year-old child would believe it, let alone her.

Not to mention.

She noticed that the bodies of the warriors on the ground were all dressed in uniform and were obviously the guards of a certain family. It was impossible for people like them to commit murder and robbery.

So it is unlikely that they ambushed Wang Ping'an. It must be Wang Ping'an who ambushed them, wanting to devour their souls and practice some evil magic to enhance his own soul and cultivation.

"it is good……"

Wang Ping'an was about to agree. After all, he was not a fighting maniac who liked to fight others for no reason.

He is an extremely kind person, and believes in avoiding conflicts if possible.

He had no grudges against Feng Yanrong, so even if he killed Feng Yanrong, it would be unlikely for him to gain merit.

A person like this who likes to stand up for justice must be a good person. If he really dares to kill Feng Yanrong, it would not be surprising for him to have the system deduct his merits.

There is no good thing...

Unless he was out of his mind, how could he waste time playing a game of chase with Feng Yanrong?

just.

Before he could finish his words, he saw that Feng Yanrong not only showed no signs of stopping, but instead showed signs of speeding up the playing of the piano. As the music of the piano sounded, the number of swords that appeared was twice as many as at the beginning.

Seeing this scene, how could Wang Pingan not understand that Feng Yanrong's words of "chat" were obviously a joke on him, and he immediately became angry and said angrily: "Fuck, do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

(End of this chapter)