"That's it, it's your business to listen or not, the meal is over, Shen will go first. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Shen Fei put down his chopsticks, wiped the oil on his mouth with the cloth on the table, turned around and walked towards the door, I don't know if it was providence or what, it was no coincidence that Leng Gongyue also came from the other side, and the two happened to bump into each other at the door.

There was an inexplicable embarrassment, from both Leng Gongyue and herself, but the two also chose to be silent at the same time, or Gongyue took a step ahead of time and walked over, and Shen Fei paced forward after she raised her sword and walked away.

The wall between the two will probably never be broken, but recently, it seems that Gong Yue and Bai Yu have not communicated much. Maybe in Bai Yu's eyes, nothing is as important as getting stronger.

Greeting Qixiao, Shen Fei strode to the Xuanqing Palace, after lunch, there is a long time to rest, at this time, some people choose to take a nap, and some people will practice swords and meditate on the Xuanqing Hall and Guanyun Platform. Shen Fei is an extremely diligent person, he will not waste time in vain, he will swing his sword here 3,000 times every day at noon, practicing his "go or return".

Speaking of which, in the past six months, he had swung his sword three thousand times a day, without a single day of interruption, and gradually produced an effect, and the original three thousand swings of the sword took every minute of time squeezed out from morning to night, four or five hours. But with the deepening of practice and the continuation of hard work, after six months, it only takes one hour to complete the three thousand swings of the sword a day, which proves that the speed of his sword is much faster than before. This shows how much he has grown over the course of six months.

Shen Fei clenched his fists slightly and smiled. The best six months spent in the fairyland, like a dream, if such a dream can be done several times in a lifetime, it is really a death without regrets.

Shen Fei walked to the Xuanqing Hall and saw that there were already many people in the hall, each of whom was wrapped in a different color of immortal gang, either meditating or practicing swords.

Walking towards the Guanyun Terrace, he suddenly heard the seven little "woo" calls, this kind of voice Shen Fei was very familiar with, indicating that they were issuing a warning. Looking at the Seven Elementary Schools, the place where the righteousness of Haoran lasted forever, and the senior brothers were already familiar with it, Shen Fei didn't understand what they were warning about. But Qixiao screamed more and more, and the louder he screamed, and the long hair on his back exploded, grinning, revealing his immature but sharp canine teeth.

Shen Fei really didn't understand their intentions, and regardless of everyone's complaining gazes, he looked in the direction of the seven little roars. Standing in the Xuanqing Palace, there is a dome to shield the sunlight, but the bluestone outside the hall is extremely dazzling under the strong light at noon. Shen Fei couldn't see it clearly, but he vaguely felt that in the originally bright space, a black distortion appeared, like the air fluctuations brought about by the hot sunlight in the desert for a long time, but this distortion was black, faint, and even beating.

There was an inexplicable buzz in his ears, Shen Fei was even more puzzled, groped his way up the ladder, got closer, and found that under the blue sky and white sun, there were really black ripples jumping, and the ripples were increasing more and more, and when he was about to walk out of the Xuanqing Palace, the black ripples had risen from the bottom of the climbing ladder to a meter high, and he jumped hard, like a raging flame - a black flame.

At this time, the other brothers and sisters in the Xuanqing Hall also discovered the strangeness here one after another, and gathered towards the climbing ladder. A very bad feeling flashed in Shen Fei's heart, when the brothers and sisters gathered, he was stopped behind him with his arms, and he leaned over to look down the climbing ladder, and saw an unforgettable black sword as the young man in black climbed the stairs, and the sword body wriggled like a living thing. Jumping, making a weird buzz, seeing Shen Fei, no, it should mean seeing a living person, the buzzing sound from the black sword increased in an instant, as if he was laughing, in excitement, the black light was extremely prosperous in an instant, and he jumped to a height of three or four zhang, Shen Fei used his body to block the senior brothers, desperately dodging backwards, because of the excessive force, he even fell on the bluestone in the hall.

"What's wrong?"

"What's the matter with all these black glows?"

"Senior brother, what did you see?" The senior brothers asked one after another, but found that Shen Fei, who had always been above the top and did not put anyone in his eyes, had an unprecedentedly ugly face, and his back was soaked in cold sweat in an instant, and he could vaguely feel that he was trembling when he touched it through his clothes.

"Senior brother, what the hell is going on?" Thinking of the crazy screams of the Seven Little Ones, the senior brothers around them finally realized the seriousness of the situation.

But I heard Shen Fei say intermittently: "Hurry up...... Go and call the master, and say that the devil has climbed the mountain. ”

Before the last word could be uttered, a well-crafted wooden helmet had slowly risen from the climbing ladder with the mountaineer's upward steps, like the rising sun, and appeared in everyone's sight, followed by a pair of sharp, crazy, and unscrupulous narrow eyes, the whites of these eyes were full of bloodshots, and the pupils were red, like raging flames, like the fiery red eyes that would only appear after the Rakshasa clan was angry. This special pair of pupils, Shen Fei will not forget even if he dies.

Ben's trembling heart cooled down because of the arrival of great pressure, he gritted his teeth, raised his arms and bounced away everyone: "Go, go to the master, go quickly." Then with a bare move, Chao Huaxi picked up the sword and appeared in the palm of his hand, he held the sword in one hand, shot it out from the outside, and shot at the opponent in general.

"Boom!" As soon as the black light rose, the surging black light bounced Shen Fei away, returned the same way, and knocked down the brothers behind him. Everyone fell to the ground, full of horror to watch the black-clothed young man wearing a wooden helmet climb the steps, step on the climbing ladder very calmly, climb to the top of the cloud of Shushan, and stand firmly on the bluestone outside the hall, the black robe dances without wind, and the hunting sounds.

The young man raised his head and stared at the plaque in the Xuanqing Palace, the red pupils were burning with killing flames, and he didn't look at 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 the Xuanqing Palace, and the buzzing reached the highest frequency, making the eardrums of everyone present about to tear open, making the seven little "woohoo" scream, shrinking into the corners of the tables and chairs and trembling, more and more young disciples found the problem, walked from the backyard to the Xuanqing Palace, and saw the black-clothed young man raising his sword against the towering Shu Mountain and the vast righteous path - "I, the young master of the Hades Sect, is tilting the sky, climbing the mountain to seek a sword!"

With the arrogant and unscrupulous words, Yan Tian jumped up, cutting off the plaque of the Xuanqing Palace, which had been hanging for more than a thousand years, from the middle, shattering into two halves and falling to the ground, falling in front of Shen Fei, who was soft on the ground.

The fierce flames are like waves, and the extreme evil strikes, after four years, the sky will fall again, only to find that he is still small!

On the seventh day of the seventh month of the thirtieth year of the emperor's reign, Yan Tiantian, the young master of the Hades Sect, broke into Shu Mountain alone, and declared war on the towering Shu Mountain and the vast righteous path with the black sword in his hand. This is something that has never happened in the war between good and evil for thousands of years, this is a trampling on the dignity of the immortals on the mountain, and it is a bad act of madness to the extreme, no one knows how Yan Tiantian quietly passed through the layers of defenses and reached the foot of the main peak of Shu Mountain; At this moment, looking inside and outside the Xuanqing Palace, the thoughts in everyone's hearts converged into a bundle - to destroy the demon cult fanatics and maintain the dignity of the righteous path!

Although he trembled with fear, although he knew that Yan Tiantian's strength was several levels higher than his own, as a native of Shushan and the inheritor of the great cause of Shushan, the senior brothers behind him stood up in unison, and immortals of different colors rose on their bodies, "They want to fight for Shushan, even if they die, they must fight to the end." ”

This is the dignity of immortals, this is the biggest difference between immortals and the world, knowing that they can't do it, just to defend the dignity in their hearts. In the four years since they entered the mountain, most of them have officially apprenticed, no matter what their relationship is with each other, no matter how hostile the six peaks are, when the enemy boldly attacked the mountain, all the estrangement, all the mustard has disappeared, and all the young generation in the Xuanqing Hall have gathered around without fear to form a wall to block the demon sect's insolent demon flames.

Compared to them, Shen Fei felt that he was really small and pitiful, and he could even be said to be ashamed. At that moment, when the scorching sky was pouring high and sweeping over him, as an official disciple of the sect, as a man who had the opportunity to take over the position of the next sect deity, he did not have the courage to stand up and fight him, and watched the plaque of the Xuanqing Palace, which symbolized the glory of the millennium, shatter in front of him. He felt that he was very useless, the so-called revenge and chase were completely bullshit, just feeling his breath made his legs weak in fright, and he couldn't stand up in fright, it was really useless, very useless.

"The so-called right way. Yan Tiantian disdained the human wall in front of him, and the magic sword slashed out from the bottom up, and a crescent-shaped terrifying sword shot straight out, knocking the human wall into pieces, "Vulnerable to a blow." He looked over with contempt, his tone full of disappointment, "I am the messenger of the Demon Sect, and I have come to negotiate with you, and I will call out the person in charge here......"

Before he could finish his words, a flash of lightning swept over the crowd and quickly rushed towards him, forcing Yan Tiantian to swallow the last word of this sentence. Yan Tiantian held the sword in one hand, horizontal in front of his chest, blocking the short blade that accompanied the electric light.

Everyone was overjoyed, and they waved their flags and shouted, "Good job, Senior Brother Lei." ”

"It's up to you, Senior Brother Lei, let the people in the Demon Sect know how powerful our Shushan is. ”

"Senior Brother Lei killed him, come back and we'll celebrate for you. ”

The so-called war between the two countries, do not cut the envoy, this is also applicable in the fairy world, Lei Zongheng forced Yan Tiantian to force the last word back, that is, he wanted to show the identity of the envoy and let him pay the price for the stabbing of the Xuanqing Hall plaque.

This was the first time everyone saw Lei Zongheng and people doing it, and it was also the first time everyone saw him angry, but they saw a purple electric light flying up and down around the black fairy gang of the Yan Tian's protective body, and Lei Zongheng's fat and tall body was completely indistinguishable in the rapid movement, and became a line, a line that traveled with the purple lightning.

Bichi Peak's thunder control technique is divided into two parts, one is the thunder technique, and the other is the thunder cutting technique. The skill of thunder is focused on speed, and the skill of thunder is focused on power. The combination of the two creates a perfect combination that can exert incredible power.

When the three ancestors climbed the mountain, Ming Xuzi was ingenious on the basis of the two, and the thunder and lightning manifested the entity, forming a clone, which could swap positions with the body, take damage for the body, attack the enemy, etc., and had already cultivated the art of thunder control to the extreme, and even Li Yizhi, the first person in charge of the world, could only compete with it after expanding the realm of goodness and water.

Although Lei Zongheng is far from reaching the realm of his ancestors, with his outstanding talent, he can also show his strong strength when he uses the art of controlling thunder. The short sword in Lei Zongheng's hand is only a foot long, a little longer than an ordinary dagger, called "You Long", which is said to be the fairy sword used by the ancestor of Ming Xuzi when he just transferred to the Taoist art of conforming to Qiankun. The sword body and the hilt are integrated, there is no obvious dividing line, the whole body is made of dark iron, the blade is slightly thicker than the general fairy sword, and it can gallop with the thunder, easily tear the opponent's body without breaking, the blade is sharp, and the gold is broken. Although it is slightly inferior to "Thousand Moths" and "Mountain and River Fan", it is very suitable for Lei Zongheng's own exercises.

In everyone's sight, a purple mark flew up and down, frequently colliding with the black fairy gang qi cover, shooting out sporadic sparks, such a fast movement, Lei Zongheng did not feel tired, but the speed became faster and faster, if it weren't for the sharp sword light in his hand, he couldn't even distinguish the trajectory of the movement. Only then did everyone know how powerful Lei Zongheng was, and they asked themselves that under such a crazy offensive, they couldn't survive ten rounds.

was happy, but saw Yan Tian leaning high sword blade and pointing to the sky, the high-frequency buzzer stopped, replaced by the terrifying cry of the ghost crying wolf, and countless black ** qi flew up from the blade, respectively pounced on the afterimage left in mid-air by Lei Zongheng.

"If you're fast, I'll suppress you with numbers. Yan Tiantian sneered, the magic sword shook, and the black qi like a living creature roared out in all directions with the gluttonous demon sword as the center. The disciples in the hall rode the immortal gang to resist, but found that the black qi was only circling outside the hall, and would never enter the Xuanqing Palace, it seemed that it was rushing in all directions, but in fact it was chasing a fixed target, and they were deeply surprised, and said secretly: Are those things alive?

Lei Zongheng paralleled Lei Xing and Lei Che's technique, which was extremely lethal, and it was gradually difficult to shuttle in the thicker and thicker black gas, and finally landed on the eaves of the Xuanqing Hall to take a short rest. The fierce fight between the two lasted only a moment, but there were nearly a thousand times of confrontation, Lei Zongheng was sweating profusely, obviously tired, but Yan Tiantian was calm, as if he had not exhausted his strength.

The overwhelming dark demonic qi followed his sword blade and pounced on Lei Zongheng, who turned into purple lightning and dodged, and the black qi crashed into the eaves of the Xuanqing Palace, devouring all the tiles that pounced on it, and then turned back and chased after Lei Zongheng.