"You know, I'm not sorry for me. ”

After a tea time, Xing Feng was no longer crying, looked at the middle-aged man with a calm face, and said softly: "Thank you for appearing, although I don't know if you really exist, but I still thank you from the bottom of my heart." ”

The middle-aged man looked at Xing Feng in surprise, and then said, "When did you see it?"

"I don't see anything, what I say to you is my real thoughts, it's just that you made a mistake, maybe you don't even know. "The middle-aged man gave him the feeling that he was indeed connected by blood, but there was one thing missing.

"What is it?" said the middle-aged man as he looked at Xing Feng with interest.

Xing Feng looked up at the bright moon in the sky, fell into deep thought, and only after half a meal did he speak: "Everything is too real, and often the more real things are, the easier it is to be fake. ”

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Xingfeng, this shouldn't be your reason, right?"

When the middle-aged man called out Xing Feng's name, Xing Feng was more sure of what he thought, and said softly: "Indeed, the moment I first saw you, I always thought in my heart that you were my father, this is my home, and everything was so logical, but after I said those words, your answer made me begin to doubt your identity. ”

"Hmm, is there anything wrong with me saying that?" said the middle-aged man who stood up, put his hands behind his back, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

Xing Feng shook his head and said: "If you are really my father, then you will not apologize to me, because this is our home, I have lived here since I was a child, where did I come from without a father, without a mother, even if there are many pictures with you in my memory, but in the depths of my heart, there is a vague memory, that is, I have never seen my father, which makes me very puzzled, in the end, which is true and which is false." ”

"Your apology made me wonder about the things that I was puzzled about, and I came to the conclusion that you are definitely not my real Daddy, plus you actually called out my name just now, few people outside know my real name, if my guess is correct, you should have seen my Daddy. ”

"Ha~ha~!"

The middle-aged man laughed heartily, turned his head to look at Xing Feng, with a relieved expression, and said: "Xing Feng, you are really smart, yes, I am not your father, and as you said, I do know your father, from the tone of your voice to me, you should have guessed my identity a long time ago." ”

The middle-aged man paused and continued: "I don't mention my identity for the time being, the most important thing now is how you pass the first layer of the Shura Sword Tower. ”

When the middle-aged man said the words "Shura Sword Tower", Xing Feng suddenly remembered in his mind who he was and why he appeared here, looking at the middle-aged man in surprise, unable to speak to himself for a long time.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man exuded a strong coercion, a silver-white long sword appeared in his hand, and his eyes, which were originally cloudy, burst out at this time, and his eyes looked at the torture wind fiercely, and said coldly: "The guardian of the first layer, it is me, kill me, and you will be able to pass the first layer." ”

As the middle-aged man's own momentum rose, the wind was blowing in the yard, and several low tiled houses were already crumbling, and they could collapse at any time, and the torture wind in the center of the coercion was the most intense, the floor under his feet had been shattered, and his legs couldn't help but tremble, not because he was afraid, but because the power of coercion was too strong.

"The ninefold peak cultivation of the Psychic Realm. Xing Feng gritted his teeth, and secretly complained in his heart, isn't this a joke? A martial artist at the peak of the Nine Levels of the Psychic Realm, how could he kill, and besides, the identity of the middle-aged man made it impossible for him to kill the middle-aged man.

"Xingfeng, I know what you are afraid of, but on the first floor of the Shura Sword Tower, if you want to pass, you must kill me, otherwise, even if I don't make a move, the formation will strangle you. The middle-aged man looked serious and said in a deep voice.

"Ahh

Xing Feng shouted, the Zhu Shen Sword instantly appeared in his right hand, holding the Zhu Shen Sword, his own momentum was climbing wildly, when he reached the critical point, Xing Feng's body quickly moved to the middle-aged man's side, but under the pressure of the middle-aged man in the ninefold peak realm of the psychic realm, Xing Feng did not move a single step.

"How can this be fought? This is simply impossible, he is already difficult to resist under coercion alone, if the middle-aged man makes a move, he will not be able to die. Xingfeng muttered to himself.

At this time, Xing Feng had countless thoughts in his heart, if everyone on the first layer of the Shura Sword Tower encountered a martial artist at the ninefold peak of the psychic realm, it was impossible for anyone to pass through the first layer, even if it was ancient Tianjiao, it was impossible to kill a martial artist who was at the peak of the ninefold peak of the psychic realm when he was at the high level of the condensing realm.

Obviously, the method of passing through the first layer is definitely not to kill the guardian of the first layer, is it to test the fearlessness in people's hearts? When facing the strong, they dare to take action? The Shura Sword King must have his intentions in setting it up like this, and it must be to test something? Whether it is a test of courage or a test of heart, this style of punishment is not sure now.

He didn't dare to make decisions randomly, his life and death were in his thoughts, if he chose the wrong one, then he would die without a place to bury, and he stood in the center of the coercion without moving, bearing the coercion released by the middle-aged man.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and made a decision, he raised the Zhushen Sword with difficulty, released his spiritual power, and slashed at himself, without the slightest fear on his face, quietly waiting for the Zhushen Sword to fall.

"Bang!"

Just as the Sword was about to land on his throat, Xingfeng was knocked away by a strong force and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

"Xingfeng, why did you do this?" the middle-aged man had already regained his momentum, and stood in place like an ordinary person, saying expressionlessly.

Xing Feng got up from the ground with difficulty, wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth with his hands, his face was extremely pale, without a trace of blood, obviously he had suffered a very serious internal injury from the blow just now, looked at the middle-aged man with a smile, and said, "Because I have survived now." ”

"How do you know that I will definitely save you?" said the middle-aged man, still expressionless.

Xing Feng shook his head, withdrew the Divine Sword, and walked towards the middle-aged man step by step, saying as he walked: "A martial artist at the peak of the Ninefold Spiritual Realm only releases coercion, so I can't do it, how can I kill the other party?"

"Perhaps, this is to test whether I dare to face the strong, and I still move forward, but I don't think like this in my heart, cultivation is to have a stronger ability to protect the people around me, if in order to pass a test, I have to kill the people around me, then such a test is against my cultivation heart, I choose to commit suicide, and I will not complete it. ”

"Haha, you really impress me, if your father is here, he will definitely be very pleased. The middle-aged man said with a laugh.