Commander's Destiny

Chapter 87 Golden Light Barrier
"Don't worry, I know what you mean, I won't let these cultivators hurt that storyteller." After Bai Wuyan finished speaking, he broke free from Yao Jingli's hand and walked towards Zhizhen and other cultivators who disappeared. Direction, immediately caught up.

Yao Jingli looked a little disappointed, looked at Jiang Qianfeng and said, "Let's go with Brother Bai too, I'm still a little worried."

Jiang Qianfeng and Zhai Lingxiu nodded silently after hearing this, followed Yao Jingli, and also followed.

When everyone arrived, they saw several mahogany swords forming a circle, surrounding the storyteller, spinning non-stop, feeling that they would attack at any time.

Bai Wuyan was about to step forward to help the storyteller escape, but only heard a strange noise from the sanxian raised in the storyteller's hand.

The sound waves generated by the strange noise seemed to have turned into invisible hands, causing all the mahogany swords around him to suddenly freeze.

Those mahogany swords first hovered motionless in mid-air, and then fell down one after another, like birds whose wings had been shot by someone, and fell straight to the ground.

Everyone in the world believes that mahogany can drive away demons and avoid evil, because many people who cultivate immortals and ask questions often wear peach wood swords to slay demons and slay demons.

But facing the storyteller in front of him, Wudang's mahogany sword formation did not exert any special effect. Could it be that he is not a demon spirit?

"Little Taoist priests in Wudang, what methods do you have? Just use them! I think your so-called eight sects are nothing more than that, hahahaha!" There are also two swords flying towards him rapidly.

"Don't speak wild words, first win my Shushan faction and then talk about it." The person who spoke was the bamboo sword of the Shushan faction, he was flying with his junior sister Mei Jian, and quickly approached the storyteller.

The storyteller didn't have time to respond, and after a while, he wrestled with the two blue sword lights that flew to him.

However, Bai Wuyan could tell that the storyteller had been dodging and parrying with ease all the time, which could be said to be more than capable, but the two practitioners of the Shushan School had already tried their best, and their attacks were ruthless, leaving no room at all.

Soon, the storyteller figured out the reality of the two people in front of him. He plucked the three strings in his hands, and several invisible sound waves began to continuously slow down the attack speed of the two blue sword lights.

Gradually, Zhu Jian and Mei Jian gradually lost any bargain.

Lan Ruo and Xi Ruo of the Emei Sect saw that the brothers of the Wudang Sect were still restarting the peach wood sword array, and the current situation was not good for the practitioners, so they also jumped into the battle.

At this time, Yao Jingli and others also arrived and watched the battle from the sidelines.

Jiang Qianfeng rushed to the front from the middle of Bai Wuyan and Zhizhen, turned his head and said to him with a look of watching the excitement, "I never thought that this storyteller not only tells interesting stories, but also fights." That's amazing! Look, four practitioners can't beat him alone!"

As soon as the storyteller untied the duli wood brush board tied to the side of the calf, the four boards of different lengths were like sharp knives, and immediately flew towards the four practitioners of the Shushan School and the Emei School.

With the blessing of Sanxian's sound wave control, those swordsmen who brushed the board against the practitioners did not lose the wind in the slightest.

After what Jiang Qianfeng said, coupled with the battle situation in front of him, Zhizhen couldn't help but explain again and again: "How can it be so easy, this is a storyteller, a very rare kind of demon spirit! Storytelling spirits are story characters created by the spiritual consciousness of storytellers in the past, and then passed on through countless people's thoughts, words, and thoughts. They are nourished by the continuous accumulation of thoughts. They are very good at sound wave control and mind attack. Moreover, this storytelling spirit , His cultivation has been achieved, at least for more than a thousand years. We chased him all the way from outside Chang'an City, but we couldn't subdue him."

Hearing what Zhizhen said, Bai Wuyan suddenly felt that Yao Jingli and his initial thoughts were really overwhelmed.

Looking at it now, if he didn't help, under the attack of so many practitioners, the storyteller would probably not be injured, and would probably escape again.

Bai Wuyan must not allow the clues that he could get at sight to be broken twice in one day, so he immediately recited the soul art in his mouth, and used his soul power to quickly activate Ujin tied on his calf. A dagger and an ancient iron sword on his back.

After the soul of General Yue attached to the dagger and the soul of King Yi residing in the iron sword were awakened, they respectively drove the two soul objects from Bai Wuyan's body straight into the air, galloping towards the storyteller.

I saw the soul objects containing two powerful soul cultivators flashing a dark golden light in an instant. down.

At this moment, the storyteller just came to his senses. He turned his head and looked at the two weapons that contained great energy. They were blocked by a cylindrical barrier formed by a golden light not far from him.

No matter how powerful and overbearing the two souls outside were, they still couldn't enter the barrier at all.

Storyteller knows that such a powerful barrier is not something that these low-level practitioners in front of him, or even himself can control, so who saved him?
Just when the storyteller was puzzled, a gust of wind suddenly blew up all around, and with the fine sand and flying dust rolled up by the wind, the cylindrical enchantment formed by the golden light gradually turned into a spherical shape.

The spherical golden light barrier engulfed the storyteller and flew towards the distant ground. The moment he landed, an old beggar suddenly appeared beside him.

The old beggar winked at him, and then said softly: "If you want to survive, kidnap me in front of those people just now, and then lead them to Jingmen."

Although the storyteller didn't know why, he still nodded silently under the strong pressure of the golden light barrier in front of him, and then the golden light barrier disappeared in an instant.

Although Bai Wuyan and others were partially blocked by the sand blown by the strong wind, they could still vaguely discern the direction in which the golden light barrier was going away.

When they caught up with the escaped storyteller, the storyteller was holding an old beggar hostage.

And the old beggar who was held hostage was the one who took the precious gourd and went to Bai Wuyan and the others to exchange stories for wine.

"Help me, save me! Please, save me!" the old beggar kept yelling, his eyes were full of despair and pleading, he looked at Bai Wuyan, Yao Jingli and others who were the first to catch up .

But Bai Wuyan and the others didn't act rashly, they just kept some distance from the storyteller and stood in a stalemate from afar.

The storyteller saw that everyone had already caught up, so he pretended to cover the old beggar's mouth, and then said, "I heard from this old beggar that some of you are chasing after him. I don't know whether he has How important it is, but whether you want to see him again or continue to listen to my stories, you can come to Jingmen to find me. Today, our fate is here first."

After the storyteller finished speaking, the golden barrier appeared again, engulfing him and the old beggar, and flying towards the distance.

(End of this chapter)