The speed of change of reality will always exceed human imagination. Just as Chen Shaobai was concentrating on his limit and was about to exchange his life with his trump card, a bright silver light suddenly rose on the deck, wrapping the small blue sword with lightning speed.

The light of electricity flashed.

After a moment, the moonlight dissipated, and the extraordinary blue flying sword also dissipated into nothingness, leaving only a few ash to prove its existence.

"Moonhua Yin Lei Sword Qi! Wu Pei!"

Huo Xuesong felt a little heartbroken when the flying sword was destroyed, but he recognized the user of the silver light. His pupils contracted slightly and his hair suddenly rose, like a cat who felt danger.

A young man in blue clouds and white clothes walked onto the deck, with a crystal-clear face and elegant temperament, as if he were a god. Even Huo Xuesong, who was also an inner disciple, couldn't help but feel ashamed.

The next moment, Huo Xuesong's emotions naturally turned into strong jealousy: "The secret realm of tempering, Wu Pei, you have actually broken through the secret realm of tempering! Once you return to the fairy mountain, you will become a true disciple. No wonder you are so arrogant! You don't even avoid me!"

It is true that his father is an elder of the sect, but this does not help him to successfully enter the secret realm of tempering. Qualification is the eternal pain in his heart, and Wu Pei, who has always been regarded as a competitor, made a breakthrough silently. How could he not feel jealous?

"It's a pity that this flying sword is at its peak, and it is close to the level of a spiritual weapon. If it stays, it is suitable for you." Wu Pei ignored him, but looked pleased and turned his head to Chen Shaobai.

The meaning of taking care of the praise is beyond words. The two brothers Sang Xiangliang and Sang Xiangyi who had not stood up before looked at each other, and their intestines were almost regretful.

This is the wonderful effect brought by responsibility.

"The students should fulfill their responsibilities."

Chen Shaobai is not a fool. He can roughly guess something through Huo Xuesong's words. Wu Pei has left Qingxuan Gate for more than half a year, so he must have something to do with this person.

Judging from the current situation, the other party had no idea about Wu Pei's hidden strength, and only thought that he had been lucky enough to break through to the Qi Quenching Secret Realm. Chen Shaobai wanted to see what Wu Pei would do next - before becoming stronger, whether the backstage was tough or not was directly related to his status and future in the Immortal Sect.

"Hmph! Even if you become a true disciple, you only have the power of life and death as an outer disciple. Your slave is not worthy! I will consider handing him over and say good things to you in front of my father!" Huo Xuesong regarded Chen Shaobai as a slave, knowing that he could not deal with Wu Pei, so he just wanted to exclaim his anger on Chen Shaobai.

Wu Pei slowly raised his head, smiling gently, but suddenly a dazzling silver-white light burst out from his fingertips, thunder lingering and a vacuum exploded.

"The person who killed me still wants to go back alive?"

The silver light flashed endlessly, which shocked Huo Xuesong. He did not expect that the other party would be so bold. Even the elder's son dared to kill. He forced a shield-shaped body-protecting magic weapon. Before he could expand and extend, he was blown into pieces by thunder. The cool moonlight flashed and completely annihilated his body.

Huo Xuesong was dead, and even the slag was not left behind.

Chen Shaobai was stunned. He had imagined countless endings, but he did not expect that Wu Pei was so decisive. He ignored the identity and strong background of the other party's inner disciple and directly killed him.

Arrogant and domineering.

Wu Pei seemed to admire Chen Shaobai more and more. Seeing his shocked look, he explained with a smile: "My disciples of Qingxuan Sect are divided into five levels: name registration, outer sect, inner sect, true sect, core. Regardless of the outer sect, as long as the strength can reach the secret realm of tempting and the contribution level is sufficient, they can be automatically promoted to a true sect disciple. Those who reach the fourth level of tempting [formula refining] realm of tempting can be promoted to a core disciple or become an elder. Huo Xuesong's father is an elder, and I dare to kill him because..."

A ray of moonlight thunder was released and a furious flying sword flew back. Wu Pei's face returned to his usual calmness: "I have reached the standard of being promoted to a core disciple."

The hand of God, condensed with white energy, appeared out of nowhere and slapped heavily at the Earth Demon Flame Boat, which immediately aroused the green flames all over the ship. Although more than a hundred people on the ship were not injured, the violent vibration of the hull still made them shake. Everyone looked for the objects they had to rely on, for fear that they would fall from the sky and break into meat paste.

But Chen Shaobai's performance was unusual. He was quick-eyed and bold, and he was not willing to live in a corner, shrink his head to save his life. Instead, he used his hands and feet together, climbing to the top of the mast like a white ape, and spyed into the battle between the two great masters.

An old man with a three-point appearance similar to Huo Xuesong was floating out of thin air, his head was covered in white hair without wind, his blood was gushing, and his veins were scattered, like a very angry lion. As soon as he appeared, he directly sacrificed dozens of extraordinary flying swords without saying a word. These flying swords interlaced into lines, arranged in arrays, rapidly cutting inch after inch of space, and swelled around the old man, as if a sword blade storm was formed.

Chen Shaobai couldn't capture the true appearance of these swords clearly, so he could only see it in a vague way. However, he observed the movement trajectory of each sword very clearly, knowing that these flying swords did not rotate casually, but showed a mysterious trajectory according to the established movement trajectory.

It can be said that the movement trajectory of each long sword is summarized and is a peerless sword technique that is extremely exquisite. When it comes to the Great Shang Dynasty, it can cause a bloody storm of competition.

"I'll give my son back my life! Wan Jian Chaozong!"

Elder Huo shouted angrily, and more than ten long swords turned into gods and more than ten peerless swordsmen, attacking the Earth Demon Flame Boat from different angles - they actually wanted to slaughter the people on the boat in one fell swoop and then deal with Wu Pei.

His body gradually floated in the air, and a faint sarcasm appeared on the corner of Wu Pei's mouth. His hands were intertwined, and dozens of silver-white thunders flowed out from between them, as if they had the function of purification, facing Elder Huo's flying sword.

The sword lights crisscrossed and burst out crackling explosions, shaking the sky. Some birds with wise and clever changes avoided them early, while other eagle-less white cranes were completely strangled by the energy that the two of them dissipated, turning into flesh and blood mud, stinging on the Qingxuan mountains, becoming the nourishment for the earth.

The two of them fought for only a quarter of an hour, and the wind was swept away the clouds, and there was no bird in the sky within a radius of hundreds of miles.

"So amazing. If I could have such strength at any time, it would be worth it even if I died..."

All the ordinary people on the ship thought so.

But Chen Shaobai had no choice but to care about anything else at this moment, and his spirit was completely focused on Elder Huo's thirteen flying swords.

He planned to forcefully remember these sword moves.

No! Not a plan! He has been in action for a long time!

With his powerful memory far beyond the realm of Lian Ji, Chen Shaobai's eyes widened and observed the movement trajectory of the thirteen flying swords controlled by Elder Huo without blinking. At first, he was blurred. With the high concentration of his spirit, his qi and blood also surging wildly. The Qiankun Jade Pill of the kidneys was washed away by blood, and he crazily released the spiritual power of medicine, nourishing his body, allowing him to have more energy, and his eyesight was greatly improved, and he could see these flying sword movements clearly.

At first, it took him half a quarter of an hour to barely record the movement trajectory of a flying sword. Later, the time required was getting shorter and shorter, and he became more and more proficient in memory. He could even analyze and understand while recording.

Expensive!

The green elixir in the kidneys exploded again, washing the body, and the Jade Pill of Qiankun was condensed on a big dragon on the spine. Chen Shaobai was getting faster and faster, and he learned more and more subtleties. He was no longer just the skin, but the meaning was forgotten and the form was forgotten, and only the essence was learned.

In a moment and a half, Chen Shaobai finally wrote down the essence of these thirteen peerless sword techniques, and felt that his understanding of swordsmanship had increased to a higher level. After he settled down, he could practice cultivation and successfully break through to a higher level of swordsmanship.

But when he came to his senses, he suddenly felt dizzy and gritted his teeth, barely supporting himself to slide down the mast. But the next moment, a particle storm burst into Chen Shaobai's mind. Under the erosion of a large amount of information, he directly contacted the body's self-protection mechanism. Compared with a much stronger will, the will was like a scattered warrior who met an elite cavalry, and could not resist it at all.

Chen Shaobai fell into a coma directly and fell heavily into the sky.

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