Chapter 3 Midnight Murder (Three)

  As he approached the Beiyuan Temple, with less than 300 meters to go, Yi Feng suddenly heard a faint sound of a guqin amidst the rumbling thunder.

  Unlike the majestic and powerful sound of thunder, the piano melody was elegant and gentle, giving people a sense of relaxation. Just a few strands of piano music that had barely entered his ears made Yi Feng's exhausted body and mind stir, and he suddenly felt as light as a feather in the wind.

  However, at this time, Yi Feng could no longer move forward because the strong wind from the direction of Bei Ming Temple was too powerful. The thin-bodied Yi Feng had to retreat two steps for every step he took forward, and the farther away he got from Bei Ming Temple.

  Yi Feng hugged a large tree, looking around with a thousandth of his heart. Curiosity overcame fear, and he had been here for many days, Yi Feng had always looked forward to meeting some powerful figures or strange things one day, but it had never come true. This time, he stumbled upon such a bizarre situation, and he naturally didn't want to leave just yet.

  After an even louder thunderclap, the sound of the zither also stopped abruptly, and instead came a conversation between a man and a woman.

  "Haha... Meng Yan's 'Heart Clearing Melody' is indeed extraordinary. I've also studied music, and tonight I'll offer my humble performance here, hoping that Meng Yan can give me some pointers."

  "Devil's head, bring out whatever moves you have, today is your day of death."

  "Meng Yan Xian Zi, I have never had any feud with your Ling Xiao Sword Sect, why must you persistently force me?"

  "You demon, spare the nonsense. Since ancient times, good and evil have never coexisted. You've caused chaos for many years, slaughtering countless innocents. Everyone wants you dead!"

  "Haha, truly a big talker without shame. If your master Qingyangzi were here, I might still be afraid of you three parts out of ten. But you, a young whippersnapper, dare to shout about exterminating demons and upholding the Tao? You're simply asking for death! Do you really think I can't break through your Four Phases Exterminating Demon Sword Array? Tonight, I'll let you see the true power of the Blood Infant Demon Skill!"

  "Hmph! Then come and witness the true power of the Four Phases Annihilating Demon Sword Formation!"

  "Nine Luminaries of the Devil, Deep Abyss Vengeful Spirits, Listen to My Edict, Wailing Ominous Refrain..."

  "Heaven's power is boundless, sword pierces the clear void; Taoist principles are natural, four phases slay demons..."

  Two people simultaneously chanted the incantation, and two mighty auras unmatched in the world shot up into the sky, entwining with each other.

  The strong wind came in waves, like a shocking tide, and Yi Feng, who was hiding behind a large tree, could hardly stand still, because the big tree in front of him was also swaying precariously.

  In the inky sky, four long swords with a brilliant glow rose into the air, instantly illuminating the surroundings of Beiming Temple. Immediately after, a nauseating smell spread across the sky, accompanied by a wave of crimson flames that surged and danced, actually covering up the sword light in an instant.

  Coo... Coo... Chirp... Chirp...

  The strong wind made it impossible for Yi Feng to lift his head, but the sound waves that were like a fierce ghost crying were clearly penetrating his ears.

  His head became increasingly dizzy, and his eyes gradually became blurred. Suddenly shaking his head, Yi Feng's eyes were filled with countless ghostly heads covered in fur, surrounding him and biting at him.

  Startled, Yi Feng let out a cry and loosened his arms from the tree trunk. He was immediately blown off balance by the strong wind and after struggling a few times, he rolled to the ground.

  Yi Feng's cry of surprise was drowned out by the wind, but at that moment, the two men who were fighting in mid-air both paused for a moment, then continued to exchange blows as if nothing had happened.

  He rolled for about ten or twenty meters, and Yi Feng crashed into a huge bluestone, his body was full of scratches, and fresh blood flowed out drop by drop. The fish that had been dead for a long time and still held in his hand was the only food he could fill his stomach with tonight, and it was absolutely impossible to discard it.

  Yi Feng, who was in unbearable pain all over his body, leaned against a huge rock and couldn't help but curse a few times.

  But the battle in mid-air was increasingly fierce. However, the countless ferocious and terrifying ghost heads that were just before one's eyes had vanished into thin air.