"That's all, whether to listen or not is your business. After the meal is finished, Chen will take a step first." Chen Fei put down his chopsticks, wiped the oil from his mouth with the cloth on the table, and turned around and walked towards the door. I don't know if it was God's will or what, by chance, Leng Gongyue also walked over from the other side, and the two happened to run into the door.

There was a sense of embarrassment inexplicably, from Leng Gongyue and her side, but the two of them also knew each other tacitly and chose to remain silent. Gong Yue took a step forward in advance, and Chen Fei walked forward after she held her sword and walked away.

The wall between the two may never be broken, but in recent times, Gong Yue and Bai Yu have not communicated much. Perhaps in Bai Yu's eyes, nothing is more important.

Hearing Qi Xiaoxiao, Chen Fei walked to Xuanqing Hall with great strides. After lunch, he had a long time to rest. At this time, some people chose to take a nap, while others practiced swords and meditated on Xuanqing Hall and Guanyuntai. Chen Fei is an extremely diligent person and will not waste time. He will wave his sword here three thousand times every day at noon to practice his "going but not returning".

Speaking of which, in the past six months, he had to swing his sword three thousand times a day without interruption, gradually producing an effect. Originally, 3,000 sword swings took every minute squeezed out from morning to night, four or five hours. But as the practice deepened and the efforts continued, after six months, it took only one hour to complete the sword swings of 3,000 swords a day, which proves that his speed of drawing the sword has greatly accelerated than before. From this point, it can be seen that his growth during the six months.

Chen Fei clenched his fists slightly and smiled. The best six months he spent in the fairyland seemed to be dreaming. If he could have such a dream a few more times in his life, it would be a death without regrets.

Chen Fei walked to Xuanqing Hall and saw that there were already many people in the hall. Each of them was wrapped in the fairy aura of different colors, either meditating or practicing swords.

Walking towards Guanyuntai, he suddenly heard the "woof" sound of Qi Xiao. Chen Fei was very familiar, indicating that they were issuing a warning. He looked at Qi Xiao in confusion, and Haoran's righteousness was always there. The brothers and sisters were already familiar with it. Chen Fei didn't understand what they were warning. However, Qi Xiao was screaming more and more, and the louder the screaming sounded. All the hairs on his back exploded, grinning, revealing tender but sharp canine teeth.

Chen Fei really didn't understand their intentions. He looked at Qi Xiao roaring in the direction of Qi Xiao despite the complaining eyes. He was standing in Xuanqing Hall, with a dome covering the sunlight that could not be exposed, but the bluestone outside the hall was particularly dazzling under the strong light at noon. Chen Fei couldn't see clearly, but he just vaguely felt a black twist in the originally bright space, like the air fluctuations caused by the long-term exposure of the hot sunlight in the desert, but the twist was black, faintly, and even jumping.

An inexplicable beep came from his ears, and Chen Fei felt even more confused. He groped to get closer to the hiking ladder. He found that under the blue sky and the sun was really black ripples were really jumping, and the ripples were increasing. When he was about to walk out of the Xuanqing Palace, the black ripples had already risen one meter high from the under the hiking ladder, and jumped hard, like a burning flame.

At this time, the other brothers in Xuanqing Palace also discovered the weirdness here and gathered towards the hiking stairs. A very bad feeling flashed through Chen Fei's heart. When the brothers gathered, he blocked them with his arms. He leaned over to look below the hiking stairs. He saw an unforgettable black sword climbing up the steps with the boy in black clothes. The sword body squirmed like a living thing, jumping, and making a strange beep. Seeing Chen Fei, no, it should be to see a living person. The beeping sound from the black sword increased instantly, as if laughing, and excited, the black light instantly flourished, and it jumped to a height of three or four feet. Chen Fei blocked the brothers with his body and tried his best to dodge backwards. Because he used too much force, he even fell on the bluestone in the hall.

"What's wrong? This is?"

"What's going on with these black lights?"

"Senior Brother, what did you see?" The brothers asked one after another, but found that Chen Fei, who had always been above the top and did not take anyone in his eyes, looked unprecedentedly ugly. The backs that blocked their bodies were soaked in cold sweat in an instant. When he touched through his clothes, he could vaguely feel him trembling.

"Senior Brother, what's going on?" Thinking of the crazy scream of Qi Xiao, the brothers around him finally realized the seriousness of the situation.

But Chen Fei said intermittently, "Hurry up... Go and call the master, and then you said the demon has climbed the mountain."

The last word has not been vomited yet. A carefully crafted wooden helmet has slowly risen from the hiking ladder like rising sun, appearing in everyone's sight. What comes immediately afterwards is a pair of sharp, crazy, and unscrupulous narrow eyes. The whites of these eyes are filled with bloodshot, and the pupils are red, like burning flames, like the red eyes that appear after the Rakshasa clan is angry. These special pupils, Chen Fei will never forget even if he dies.

Ben's trembling heart cooled down due to the arrival of huge pressure. He gritted his teeth and raised his arms to bounce everyone away: "Go, go find your master, go quickly." Then he used a simple hand move, and Chaohua Xi picked up the sword in his palm. He held the sword in one hand and shot it out, shooting at the other side like a sport.

"Boom!" The black light rose, and the skyrocketing black light bounced away from the sun flying straight toward Shen Fei, and returned the same way, knocking down the brothers behind him. Everyone fell to the ground, watching the boy in black wearing a wooden helmet climbing up the stairs, and walked on the climbing ladder with great calmness, climbing to the top of the Shushan Mountain, standing steadily on the bluestone outside the hall, dancing without wind, and making noises.

The boy raised his head and stared at the plaque of Xuanqing Palace. The flames of killing were burning in his red pupils, and he did not see the younger generation of Shushan at all. He slowly raised his hand, and the black long sword that was wriggling like a living creature was raised, aiming at the plaque of Xuanqing Palace. The beeping reached the highest frequency, making the eardrums of everyone present almost tear apart, making the seven little little "a-wa" cry, shivering into the corner of the table and chair, and more and more young disciples discovered the problem. From the backyard to the Xuanqing Palace, they saw the boy in black raising his sword toward the majestic Shushan. "I, the young master of the Pluto Sect, Yan Tianqing, climb the mountain to seek a sword!"

With the arrogant and unscrupulous words, Yan Tianqing jumped up and cut off the plaque of Xuanqing Palace that had been hanging for more than a thousand years from the middle, shattered into two halves and fell on the ground, falling in front of Chen Fei, who was soft on the ground.

The fierce flames are like waves, and the extreme evil comes. After four years, when I meet Yan Tianqing again, I realize that I am still small!

On the seventh day of the seventh month of the thirty year of Kaihuang, Yan Tianqing, the young master of the Pluto Sect, broke into Shushan alone and declared war on the towering Shushan and the vast righteous path with the black sword in his hand. This is something that has never happened in a thousand years of war between good and evil. This is a trampling on the dignity of the immortals on the mountain, and it is an extremely crazy bad behavior. No one knows how Yan Tianqing quietly passed through layers of defense and reached the foot of the main peak of Shushan; no one knows whether there are reinforcements behind him. At this moment, looking inside and outside the Xuanqing Palace, the thoughts in everyone's hearts gathered into a bunch of madmen in the Demon Sect to safeguard the dignity of the Right Path!

Although he was trembling with fear, although he knew that Yan Tianqing's strength was several levels higher than him, as a Shushan native and the inheritor of Shushan's great cause, the brothers and brothers behind him stood up at the same time, and their fairy weapons of different colors rose up on them, "They want to fight for Shushan, even if they die, they will fight to the end."

This is the dignity of immortals, this is the biggest difference between immortals and the world. They know that they cannot do it, just to defend the dignity in their hearts. After four years of entering the mountain, most of them have officially become disciples. No matter how their relationship is with each other, no matter how hostile the Six Peaks are, when the enemy boldly attacks the mountain, all the barriers and all the grudges disappear. Everyone in the Xuanqing Palace gathered together without fear to form a wall to block the arrogance of the demon demon demon.

Compared to them, Shen Fei felt that he was so small that he was pitiful, and even ashamed. At that moment, when Yan Tianqing was rushing high, as a formal disciple of the head sect, as a man who had the opportunity to take over the position of the next sect, he did not have the courage to stand up and fight with him. He watched the plaque of Xuanqing Palace, which symbolized the glory of a thousand years, break in front of him. He felt that he was useless. The so-called revenge and pursuit were completely bullshit. He was frightened to his legs and could not stand up because he felt his breath. It was really useless and useless.

"The so-called right way." Yan Tianqing looked at the wall of man blocking in front of him. The magic sword was chopped out from below and the crescent-shaped terrifying sword aura shot straight from the ground, hitting the wall of man and falling apart, "vulnerable." He looked over with contempt, his tone full of disappointment, "I am the messenger of the Demon Cult, who is here to negotiate with you, call out the person in charge here..."

Before he could finish his words, a rapid lightning passed by the crowd and rushed towards him quickly, forcing Yan Tianqing to swallow the last word of the sentence. Yan Tianqing held the sword in one hand, crossing his chest, blocking the short sword edge that came with the lightning.

Everyone was overjoyed and shook their flags and shouted: "Good example, Senior Brother Lei."

"It's up to you, Senior Brother Lei, let the people in the Demon Sect know the power of our Shushan."

"Senior Brother Lei kills him, and we will celebrate your achievements when we come back."

The so-called war between the two countries and the envoys are not killed, which also applies to the fairy world. Lei Zongheng forced the last word Yan Tianqing back, in order to express his identity as an envoy and make him pay the price for the plaque of Xuanqing Palace.

This was the first time that everyone saw Lei Zongheng and others fighting, and it was also the first time that everyone was angry when they saw him. But they saw a purple lightning flying up and down around Yan Tianqing's black fairy aura, protecting Yan Tianqing. Lei Zongheng's fat and tall body could not tell the shape at all while moving quickly, and became a line, a line that wandered with the purple lightning.

The thunder control technique of Bichi Peak is divided into two levels: one is the thunder movement technique; the other is the thunder cutting technique. The thunder movement technique focuses on speed, and the thunder cutting technique focuses on power. The combination of the two forms a perfect combination and can exert incredible power.

Thinking about the time when the Third Ancestor climbed the mountain, Ming Xuzi was unique on the basis of both, showing the lightning and lightning to form a clone, able to exchange positions with the body, bear damage for the body, attack enemies, etc., he has already practiced the art of controlling thunder to the extreme. Even Li Yizhi, the world's No. 1 leader, can only compete with him after he unfolds the domain of Supreme Goods and Water.

Although Lei Zongheng is far from reaching the level of the ancestor, he can also show strong power when using his outstanding talent to use the technique of controlling thunder. The short sword in Lei Zongheng's hand is only one foot long, slightly longer than an ordinary dagger, and is called "Yulong". It is said that it is the fairy sword used by the ancestor Mingxuzi when he just transferred to the Taoist art of the universe. The sword body and the hilt of the sword are integrated, without obvious dividing lines. The whole body is made of black iron, and the sword blade is slightly thicker than the ordinary fairy sword. It can gallop with Lei Zongheng, easily tearing the opponent's body without breaking it. The treasure blade is sharp and cuts gold and jade. Although it is slightly inferior to the "Thousand Moths" and "Mountain and River Fan", it is very suitable for Lei Zongheng's own martial arts.

In everyone's sight, a purple mark flew up and down, frequently colliding with the black fairy qi shield, shooting out sporadic sparks. With such rapid movement, Lei Zongheng did not feel tired, but was getting faster and faster. If it weren't for the sharp sword light in his hand, he could not even tell the movement trajectory. Only then did everyone know how powerful Lei Zongheng was, and asked himself that he could not last ten rounds under such a crazy offensive.

When I was happy, I saw Yan Tianqing pointing his sword at the sky. The high-frequency beeping stopped, replaced by the terrifying screams of ghosts and wolves howling. Countless black auras flew up from the blade and pounced on the afterimage of thunder Zongheng left in the air.

"Your speed is fast, I will suppress you with the number." Yan Tianqing sneered, and the magic sword shook, and the black aura like a living creature roared out in all directions with the Taotie magic sword as the center. The disciples in the hall controlled the fairy aura to resist, but found that the black aura was only circling outside the hall and never entered the Xuanqing Hall. It seemed to be rushing towards the four directions, but in fact it was chasing a fixed target. He was deeply surprised and said to himself: Are those things alive?

Lei Zongheng played Lei Xing and Lei Cutting together, with great lethality. He felt more and more difficult to shuttle through the increasingly thick black air. Finally, he landed on the eaves that were raised upwards of Xuanqing Palace for a while. The two of them fought for a while, but they had nearly a thousand times. Lei Zongheng was sweating profusely, obviously tired, but Yan Tianqing was calm, as if he had not tried his best yet.
Chapter completed!