Xiao Wuji has always known Gu Qingyun's guilt.

However, this did not prevent him from treating Gu Qingyun as the closest person, and in his entire childhood memories, his strictness, old-fashionedness, and inexplicable temper, etc., all gave him a sense of belonging.

Every Jianzhai disciple has a sense of belonging, Jianzhai is their home, and they can do their best to protect it, and Xiao Wuji is the one with the strongest obsession among them. And Gu Qingyun is like a master and a father to him.

Gu Qingyun taught him a lot, but he didn't teach him how to be sad.

Xiao Wuji will not be sad.

The sword light is flying, but there is only straightness, no twists and turns, just like his heart, only forward, no detours.

Clang!

The giant axe blocked the flying sword for the first time, Pan Geng's eyes were bloodshot, this scene in his mind I don't know how many times he practiced, after the flying sword was flicked, the giant axe took advantage of the thunderous attack, and slashed diagonally towards Xiao Wuji's belly.

Pan Geng had already thought about it, he was going to cut open Xiao Wuji's stomach, pull out his intestines and tie him up, and let him watch his blood drain little by little.

The memories came to an abrupt end, but some kind of mystical thought remained in the body.

Xiao Wou-Ki was forced backwards, and this was the first time he had made a move other than Edgeworth. But there was a faint smile on his face: "When an object expands to a certain extent, it will inevitably appear a bottleneck, but a person's mind can extend infinitely and go to infinitely distant places...... There are heavens and earths, mountains and rivers, rivers and rivers, people and ghosts, gods and demons......"

"Shut up!" Pan Geng's body swelled, and his already tall body became more and more proud, and the purple-black turbidity was burning, making him look like a demon. With turbidity to protect his body, he is no longer afraid of flying swords.

In the turbidity of the turbidity, his face was very distorted: "I will capture you alive, tear the meat one by one, and ensure that you scream for five days and five nights, and you will not be able to lose a cent; I will let you listen to the sound of your bones being chewed, and then stuff the scraps into your mouth until you can't let go, and then find a dog, and start eating from the scraps of your bones, all the way to your face, and your body ......."

But Xiao Wuji didn't seem to hear it, his eyes didn't focus, as if he had gone far away.

"But there was no me there. He said.

The voice is hoarse, giving people a gloomy feeling. It was a silent heartbreak, as if all the pain and sorrow were concentrated on this one sentence, so it was heavy.

After saying this, his gaze returned to focus, and his unruly black hair suddenly appeared sporadic white, like snowflakes fluttering in the air.

"The sea of cultivation is boundless, and the sword shore is boundless, but it can't resist the spread of thought. The world is as big as the heart, and conversely, the world can be infinitely smaller. The sword intent is subtle, it is an infinitely small world, the sword intent is infinitely small, and the light is the same as the dust, nature is everywhere. ”

After speaking, the black hair was completely white.

He smiled, "Do you hear that? ”

......

Laugh at!

A muffled sound followed, and Wu Ding unwillingly advanced into his arm, but his body lost all its strength. He glanced down at the finger of the sword that pierced his chest, and couldn't figure it out.

The yellow mane was still wrapped around Su Fu, but Su Fu used his sword fingers as a sword to defuse the crisis at the moment when his arm blade struck, replacing defense with offense.

"Why do you think the widow became the Demon Emperor?" Su Fu looked at him lightly.

Although the yellow mane locked his spiritual aura, it failed to lock his body. His body is comparable to that of the dragon clan, where does Wu Ding know, bullying him is tantamount to asking for his own death.

Wu Ding's heart was punctured, but it was only a loss of strength, and he didn't die for a while. Since he was not dead, the rebirth of the blood rebirth naturally could not be activated, and he could only stare at Su Fu resentfully to vent his anger.

Su Fu thought thoughtfully: It turns out that you can still deal with the ghost general like this.

Wu Ding was still dead, and a spiritual light fell from the Treasure Desire Demon Palace, and Wu Ding was blown to pieces.

After being resurrected, Feng Yin's voice came from the Demon Palace: "Enough, you retreat." ”

Wu Ding was stunned, and immediately knew that her performance had disappointed Feng Yin, and she had lost her patience. couldn't help but hurriedly said: "Feng Shuai, please give your subordinates another chance......"

"No need!" Feng Yin waved his hand, "You guys go!"

Wu Ding didn't dare to disobey, gritted his teeth, and stepped aside.

Feng Yin only said "you", but did not say who it was. Hundreds of people in the palace poured out and pounced on Su Fu like dumplings.

Su Fu's face changed, those people were the weakest and all of them were immortal real people, this face was really terrifying enough.

But he didn't retreat, and whether he can break through the limit depends on whether he can withstand this pressure.

He had now completely calmed down, and in the Mud Pill Palace, the cyan vitality had regained his emotion, but that wasn't enough, it wasn't enough.

He knows very well that these people must be masters before they are born, and they will be "collected" by Fengyin.

The mind came to the door of the Heavenly Treasure Hall in the void in his heart, and without any hesitation, he ascended the purple gold throne.

In Fengyin's eyes, Su Fu, who can face this great horror, is still quite admirable. In her heart, being able to hurt her is enough to arouse her interest.

Therefore, she didn't get angry after seeing the blood, but she was a little curious about Su Fu, which is why she didn't rush to kill Su Fu.

At this time, she looked at him with interest, wondering how he would respond.

Su Fu's head hung slightly, and he couldn't see his eyes. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth rippled with an evil arc, and a faint chuckle seemed to enter Feng Yin's ears.

Like a bolt of lightning, it hit the softness in the depths of Fengyin's heart, and her eyes widened.

Hundreds of monks all activated their spiritual light, and Su Fu raised his head, his eyes completely changed.

In the dazzling aura, his figure walked through it like a ghost, dodging the deadly crisis countless times, and every time Manju Sawa swung it, he would draw a just right cold light, and all of them would die.

His every movement was like slow motion, replaying in Toyoyin's eyes.

Every time he took a step forward, Fengyin's heart became hot, she couldn't help but clamp her legs, and somehow, her heart "thumped".

Hundreds of monks, many of them grandmaster-level powerhouses, placed anywhere, this is a terrifying force. It can be said that even if there is a sect with a great grandmaster, they will be besieged to death by them.

But Su Fu stubbornly fought his way out of it and came to the gate of the palace.

He looked at Fengyin from a distance and smiled softly: "It turns out that you are not here." ”

Feng Yin's pretty face was flushed, her beautiful eyes were misty, she didn't admit it, she didn't deny it: "There is still one step left, what will you do?"

In front of the hall, Liu An and Yi Tianxing walked towards Su Fu.