Zhou Fei's overly strong performance made the people on the scene silent, and they couldn't find a suitable language to express their feelings at the moment for a while, so they could only shut up Zhou Fei.

But there is one person who has become a new target for these people.

That's Song Fei.

Qiu Qiaozhen is still the one who took the lead: "You should go." ”

Song Fei looked at her: "So what?"

"Your behavior has brought shame to Shushan, shame the painting saint, and shame the entire Qi country. At the same time, your actions will bring destruction to the world. ”

Song Fei exhaled softly.

In fact, the reason why she didn't agree to Master Xinpan at the beginning, but left directly, was because she thought of all possible consequences, including the destruction of the world mentioned by Qiu Qiaozhen.

This is a hurdle in Song Fei's heart.

But she came anyway.

This means that she has stepped over that hurdle.

Or, rather, instead of stepping over, going around it.

Kan'er was still there, but Song Fei chose to ignore it.

And Song Fei is a person who never knows regrets.

Since the choice has been made, it is necessary to follow through to the end.

Song Fei looked at Zhou Fei.

"It's time to go. She whispered.

Zhou Fei snorted.

Turning around and helping Ling Zhaoyan, he walked towards the door step by step.

Those warrior monks were frightened by Zhou Fei's aura, or maybe they saw Yan Fei falling, and they didn't dare to continue to "help and abuse", so they just stood there and didn't move.

At the door, Chai Guangxuan sighed.

"Mr. Six, don't embarrass me, I don't want to be your enemy. ”

Zhou Fei said: "Whoever stops me, die." ”

Chai Guangxuan said: "Mr. Six, hand over the daughter of the Demon King, I can let you go." Today's matter will definitely not be pursued by the temple. ”

"What are you talking about? Why don't you pursue it? Qiu Qiaozhen exploded when she heard this, shouting at Chai Guangxuan.

Chai Guangxuan didn't bother to deal with this crazy woman.

He just looked at Zhou Fei, hoping that he would accept his proposal.

He didn't really want to fight Zhou Fei.

Zhou Fei still said the same sentence: "Those who stop me will die." ”

Chai Guangxuan knew that this battle could not be avoided.

Just as he was about to make a move, Song Fei on the side was one step ahead of him.

A drawn ink mark blocked Chai Guangxuan and Zhou Fei.

Song Fei said, "Hurry up." ”

Zhou Fei nodded gratefully, and helped Ling Zhaoyan to leave the room immediately.

Chai Guangxuan looked at Song Fei: "Miss Song, why are you so hard." ”

Song Fei said: "The one who is a confidant dies." ”

"That's the daughter of the Demon King. Chai Guangxuan said as he shot against the ink marks.

Because he had already fought with Yi Tong once, Song Fei's aura was seriously overdrawn, and this attack was quickly defused by Chai Guangxuan, and he was also injured.

Chai Guangxuan did not continue to embarrass Song Fei, but turned around to chase Zhou Fei, who escaped.

But as soon as he walked out of the house, his footsteps stopped.

Because Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan didn't run far.

They were standing just over two meters outside the door.

About five meters away from them, there stood a monk.

A monk who looks very delicate, white and pure like a scholar.

His name is Blossom.

The representative of the Hanging Temple.

One of the strongest young cultivators in the world.

He stood there, smiling.

It feels like a Buddha statue.

Holy, sacred, inviolable.

Not long ago, Huahua had fought with Ling Zhaoyan, but the two sides were tied that time.

But the flowering at this moment is very different from that time.

Ling Zhaoyan couldn't say what the difference was, but he felt a lot more dangerous.

It seems that what I met at that time was not a flower.

This is the ontology.

Zhou Fei also sensed the danger.

This danger is clearer and more terrifying than when Yan Cheng took out the reincarnation mirror.

He clutched the snow knife tightly.

Just as he was about to draw the knife, the idea of blossoming moved.

The entire Hanging Temple, thirty-six ancient bells, rang at the same time at this time.

The bell rings, and the hurricane rises.

Zhou Fei was carried by this wind and flew up, although he immediately used his body to land, but he couldn't fight against this kind of wind that was so solemn that people could only stand up, and he floated in the air for five breaths before stopping, and smashed heavily to the floor.

Zhou Fei struggled for a long time before slowly standing up, his expression was extremely painful, and the blood on the corner of his mouth couldn't be wiped clean. He gasped for breath, his eyes locked on the flowering monk.

He can be said to be the strongest combat power of the Hanging Temple, not to mention that this is still his territory, with the blessing of Buddha nature, Blossom has the strength to fight with any master, even the master.

Faced with such a situation, ordinary people give up in ten likelihood.

Zhou Fei will not give up.

The word is not abandoned in his dictionary.

There is only one way to get him to give up, and that is to kill him.

Zhou Fei didn't want to die, he wanted to live, and he had to live.

Only by being alive can there be hope, and by being alive can we continue to enjoy the world.

No one wants to take his life easily.

Neither can the king of heaven.

Flowering is even worse.

He sank down, bent his knees, and slashed out.

This knife is slow, slow like a snail.

The knife was fast, as fast as time.

Blossom frowned slightly, and a touch of approval flashed in his eyes.

can make such a knife, Zhou Fei can be called a knife master.

In the entire Great Wilderness, there are few people who are more refined than him in terms of sword skills.

However, it is not enough.

Blossom folded her hands, hung her head slightly, and uttered a syllable in her mouth: "Mi." ”

With the appearance of this syllable, the ancient bell also sounded in unison again.

Like thunder and wind, sacred and solemn.

The entire Hanging Temple was enveloped in an atmosphere of holiness.

A ray of Buddha light even burst out from the fingertips of the Buddha statue and shone directly on this small courtyard.

The rotating mirror in the room felt the Buddha light outside, and flew out by itself and merged into this Buddha light.

Then, Zhou Fei's knife was blocked.

To be exact, it was dissolved by the Buddha's light.

Zhou Fei's knife first cut off Yan Repentance's arm, and then abolished Yi Tong, and now it was directly dissolved by the Buddha's light.

The Buddha light released by the rotating mirror before had no such effect.

It's clear that everything is a hype.

The problem arises with those bells.

Because of those bells, the nature of the Buddha's light changed.

If you change to an ordinary person, you may be particularly depressed in the face of this situation.

But Zhou Fei didn't have it anymore.

He swung a second sword.

He's looking for flaws.

It is impossible for any exercise to be without flaws, and it is impossible for a flowering to be truly invincible.

There must be weaknesses.

As a result, the knife was still dissolved.

However, the dissolution speed is slower than the previous one.

Zhou Fei thinks he has found a flaw.

So he didn't hesitate to go with the knife again.

This time, the knife was even more swift, and even the Buddha's light was slashed.

Blossom's face finally changed slightly.

He pronounced the second syllable.

"Well!"

In front of him, the light of the Buddha built a mountain.

The knife slashed on the mountain.

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