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Chapter 39 Gratitude!

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"Murongzhang's 'sect', what do you want to do!"

The cold voice of the ancient well without waves made Murong Tonghe feel panicked and confused. In a state of uneasiness, the sword intent that was finally forced out of the sword finger trembled and disappeared, turning into pieces of pure white light. The sharp and cold sword intent aura immediately permeated this space, making Murong Tonghe's face turn white, and a heart fell straight into the bottomless abyss. [Fast update, the website page is refreshing, there are few advertisements, I like this kind of website the most, I must comment] Visit:.

It's over, I can't explain it clearly!

Heaven is dead, my Tianhe Sword Sect!

Holding his forehead that was still tingling, Chen Fei slowly straightened up. In the surrounding space, a stream of pure sword intent aura spread around, causing Chen Fei's expression to pause slightly, his five fingers bloom here like a lotus flower, and a sword seal was formed. The pure white "color" light scattered in the air suddenly disappeared, and then it poured into Chen Fei's sword seal like a long river rolling back, turning into a 'confused' and vague white "color" small sword light and shadow, rising and falling, and a slight sword intent aura spread out, and it was fierce and decisive, but there was no murderous aura.

Frowning slightly, Chen Fei grabbed his five fingers suddenly. After the sword intent was broken, it was wrapped up by his own sword intent and directly wrapped in himself. A cool feeling appeared. His forehead, which was still tingling with pain, calmed down a lot, which made Chen Fei's face look a lot. He turned his head to look at the fearful and terrified Tianhe Sword Sect's palm gate, shook his head and sneered: "But I don't want the sword intent to be used like this. Murong's palm gate opened his eyes."

".[]..Senior? It's good if you don't blame your disciples for being good at making suggestions."

Seeing that Chen Fei was not angry, Murong Tong and his heart felt relieved, then leaned over to Chen Fei's solemn and said respectfully: "Since that's the case, then please enter the library of my school. Compared to the fact that you will never disappoint you..."

"Ha~ but there is no need."

In response beyond Murong Tong and expected, Chen Fei smiled and shook his head, looked up at the wooden plaque of the library lurking in the boundless clouds, as if he could still see the vast picture covering all things in the sky, and said leisurely: "Mr. Chen's purpose of coming here has been achieved, so he no longer needs to join the school to disturb him, so as not to make it difficult for Murong's palm to do it."

"Da...has it reached?"

Chen Fei's satisfied words fell leisurely, causing Murong Tonghe to froze. Looking at the young man in front of him with a calm expression, the words prepared in his mind were all dumb for a while. After the Adam's apple moved with difficulty, Murong Tonghe spoke carefully to Chen Fei: "So, senior, have you remembered something? Or, what have you seen?"

“Hmm?”

He glanced at the careful middle-aged man in surprise. Thinking about his inexplicable attitude towards him before, Chen Fei suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart. I am afraid that the vast and endless sword intent picture before was only at a certain level of sword art, or that only those who appeared in the so-called "Sect forbidden Land" of the so-called "Sect" sect" could see it. The inheritance contained in this sword intent is probably the secret of the "Sect" sect!

No wonder Murong Tonghe’s sword intent is so similar to that senior, but he is so weak. It is probably because of the loss of inheritance.

His eyes were so weird that he looked Murong Tong and a glance. Chen Fei had a faint smile on his lips, and he nodded slightly and said, "The sword intent of the Tianhe River covers the infinite sky. The greatness of the Tianhe River is not because of its own size, but because of the grass, a tree, a flower, and a leaf, and the endless tiny things gathered together to finally form this vast and infinite sky river. Murong, you have practiced the wrong way."

Then he gently patted the middle-aged man who was stunned when he heard Chen Fei's words, and walked towards the front of the Tianhe Sword Sect with a silence, leaving behind a middle-aged man who seemed to be crazy and muttering to himself on the spot.

And at this time, in front of the Tianhe Sword Sect Hall.

Nearly a hundred swordsmen wearing blue and white Taoist robes of Tianhe Sword Sect gathered together, looking at the group of bald strong men surrounding them, with their faces all turned pale. First, a slender young man reached out to comfort his junior brothers and sisters who were a little restless behind him, bowed to the giant men around him from afar and said, "In the Xiatianhe Sword Sect, Liu Jingyao, I wonder what the fellow Taoists from the Vajra Temple are doing to come to our sect? Such a big fanfare, do you want to go directly with our sect regardless of the thousand-year friendship between the two sects?"

At the beginning, his voice was as gentle as jade, revealing a bit of elegant temperament, but in the last sentence, he was proud and arrogant. The sharp sword intent with a trace of decisive aura pushed towards the great men in all directions. The nearly 100 disciples of the Tianhe Sword Sect behind him also drew out the long sword at his waist with a ferocious face at the same time, and his spiritual power was circulating wildly. The sharp aura unique to the sword cultivator accompanied by the violent aura actually gathered into a surging river, forcing the bald giant man with a mad face to retreat continuously.

The sword force transforms!

The Tianhe Sword Sect, which had been combined with nearly a hundred fellow practitioners' ranks, was so incredible that the Tianhe Sword stance barely formed. Once it appeared, it would be extremely powerful. The sharp sword breath filled every corner of the front hall between the flow of the Tianhe Sword. The Tianhe Sword Sect holding the long swords themselves were full of anger. They held the long sword and activated the magic power of the Tianhe Sword Book to the limit. Even though the tendons and veins were already slightly swelling and painful under the crazy flowing magic power, the swordsmen did not stop their movements. The eyes of the bald giants were filled with strong evil spirits.

Vajra Temple, a thousand years ago, asked to worship under the Tianhe Sword Sect at that time, hoping that the Sword Sect's Palm Gate at that time would avenge him. To show his sincerity, he presided over his own magic power and knelt at the Sword Sect's Gate at the Sword Sect's Mountain for seven days and seven nights. Finally, he moved the Sword Sect's Palm Gate at that time. He broke through the pass and ran for him for several years. After the matter was settled, he generously distributed it to Vajra Temple a spiritual mountain to be a foothold.

It can be said that benevolence and righteousness have been fulfilled!

However, this sect was the first force to attack the Sword Sect after the Tianhe Sword Sect suffered a catastrophe hundreds of years ago, and it was also the most ruthless force to attack the Sword Sect! Countless spiritual swords and spiritual plants in the Sword Sect were plundered by them. In the past century, after the sword formation slowly lost its power, it used various light and dark techniques to drive the Tianhe Sword Sect out of the Tianhe Mountains and take this spiritual mountain as its own reads;! In the eyes of the disciples of the Tianhe Sword Sect, the Buddhist practices who recite Buddhist scriptures one by one are simply irreconcilable. On weekdays, they cannot take the initiative to seek revenge due to their strength problems, but now the other party is fine and he actually hit the sect directly...

It is tolerant but not tolerant!

"cut!"

With a thunderous shout, the sword force that was flowing in the sky was suddenly stopped, and then turned around. Countless flowing water composed of sharp sword energy slapped at the panicked Buddhist cultivators, with murderous auras everywhere, without any intention of refusing.

Go to die! ‘Stupid’ egg!
Chapter completed!
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