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After a moment, the chaotic aura returned to normal, not only recovered, but became stronger, as if someone had poured oil on a fire that was already burning so hot.

Twelve blood arrows supported each other, facing the dark red Bifang bird, and the two sides were inseparable.

The twelve demon gods are very powerful, but no matter how powerful they are, they are just a resentment condensed by blood, just a residual wisp of battle intent, how can they be able to resist the fierce flames of Bi Fang that rely on their physical bodies to burn?

The twelve demon gods roared and roared, but they were below little by little, little by little, and at the last moment, the dark red flames hissed like a proud king, and with a wave of their wings, they cut off the heads of the twelve demon gods.

Chu Feng spit out a mouthful of blood, looking at Lu Yu, who had not moved, his expression was unusually calm.

Bi Fang, who had been transformed by the flames, also returned to Lu Yu's side in an instant, and Lu Lu opened his mouth and greedily devoured the flames that had been soaked in blood, which were already a little black, before he laughed strangely and said, "What's the matter, why don't you move, do you have any other calculations?" Then just come, I want you to see, you can't be my opponent at all." If you play a small role, you have to be content to be a small role, and if you are a waste, you will always be a waste!"

Chu Feng looked at Lu Yu, and his expression suddenly showed a little more pity.

He felt that this sentence was not what Lu Yu wanted to say to himself, but what others said to Lu Yu.

He had heard such words in Fengming Villa before, although it was not as explicit and direct as it is now, but the meaning was ...... But it's average.

The first disciple of the contemporary Fengming Villa has always been stuck at the peak of the fifth order, and he was caught up by the junior disciples who learned later and even surpassed - naturally some people will compare Lu Yu with those who have caught up with him, and the result of the comparison is naturally that although Lu Yu is the first fifth-order peak of Fengming Villa, ordinary people are ordinary people, of course, it is impossible to compare with those geniuses.

In this way, although it is all private gossip, people like Chu Feng who are indifferent to these frivolous things have heard of it, not to mention Lu Yu, who has always been active among his disciples.

Chu Feng originally thought that Lu Yu was open-minded and didn't care about these at all, but now it seems that those words back then were all thorns in Lu Yu's heart, and he never really let go.

Lu Yu's anger, Lu Yu's pain, he can feel some of it more or less.

But even if they feel it, it can't change the fact that they are enemies at the moment.

Even now, maybe they will be enemies in the future.

Since they will all be enemies in the future, and they will also be enemies who must be divided into life and death, then today, here, life and death will be divided in advance.

Of course, Chu Feng didn't want to be the one who died.

Therefore, Chu Feng's expression became calmer and firmer, and he let go of the ice bow, allowing the ice bow to naturally dissolve into the air. The whip was then placed in the mustard sac.

Chu Feng slowly stretched out his hand, his hands were in the air, and the blood flowing from his body gathered into his hands again at this moment, mixed with the cold ice condensed by the moisture in the air, and turned into a knife.

It was a very narrow knife, a knife entwined with thick blood, as bright as ice, and as full of texture as blood, even if it was just a glance, you would be confused by the gorgeous appearance of this knife.

Chu Feng has always been accustomed to using swords, but at this moment, Chu Feng chose a knife.

Because the sword has always been more violent than the sword, more direct than the sword, the battle at this moment can no longer tolerate the slightest bit of gentleness, he must use the roughest and most direct way to draw an end to this battle.

Chu Feng held the knife, and above the blade, there was a flow of light, which was the sunlight reflected, and it was also the resolute brilliance in Chu Feng's eyes.

Chu Feng took a deep breath, looked at Lu Yu, and then nodded.

Of course, Lu Yu was not waiting for Chu Feng to finish his preparations, Lu Yu was just waiting for Chu Feng to give up struggling.

But he didn't expect that Chu Feng not only didn't give up struggling, but even drew his knife, and even wanted to fight him again.

Lu Yu was not discouraged, for the pleasure of killing a man who had lost the will to fight was far less than the pleasure of completely shattering the hopes of a man who still had endless hopes, making him despair, making him miserable, and making him wail.

The posture of seeing people desperately struggling in pain is the most beautiful posture of the world, and it is also the most intoxicating and pleasing posture.

That's what Lu Yu wants.

Wanting to see others like yourself, pain, despair.

The woman he liked never looked at him squarely, and then this woman was going to marry the same generation on the first day.

Although his fellow disciples respectfully called him Senior Brother, they still couldn't break through to the endless ridicule and teasing of him after many years of cultivation in the Sixth Order.

His biological parents rejected him and abandoned him, and his adoptive father, who raised him, died tragically after a separation, shattering his ideas and losing his dignity.

I obviously feel uncomfortable, but I still have to pretend to be gentle and explain to people how to exercise and make perfect use of true qi, so that there will be no leakage or any imbalance.

In fact, he didn't want to master these, he also wanted to climb into the sixth order as soon as possible to enjoy more powerful power, instead of being like a careful and thrifty housekeeper who should use the slightest bit of true qi.

In fact, he wants to be like a rich man who spends a lot of money, and he doesn't have to pity his true qi at all......

In the temple, in that world where everyone is mortal, he was ridiculed and ridiculed day and night, and his self-esteem and self-confidence were struck by the powerful and powerful people who stomped his dignity on the ground, ravaged and trampled on him.

He couldn't defeat those noble beings, and he didn't even have the qualifications to look up to them.

He was like an ant, struggling to survive, begging for food from the powerful, like a dog wagging its tail.

He became humble and lowly, shameless and cheeky, and he became an ant altogether.

He knew that he didn't have to maintain his image anymore, because in the world of the temple, the naked only had strength.

So Lu Yu has changed, he has become a thug of the strong - or a lackey, he wantonly bullies, exploits, suppresses, and inflicts his pain on those who are weak, to those who are weaker than him, to those who are destined to be bullied, but who live happily.

He hated the smiles on their faces because he couldn't laugh himself.

He couldn't remember how happy he was during that time, he only knew that he had never been so happy in his life.

Even if his conscience would wake him up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, he wouldn't look back, and he didn't want to.

His master admired his performance and constantly raised his status so that he could bring himself more pleasure, more joy—though it was full of blood and covered with corpses.

He enjoyed everything he could, the fine clothes, the beautiful women, and especially the expressions of those who had oppressed him, and who in turn had been ridden by him, he was satisfied.

He loved the angry curses of the men, because he enjoyed the women and relatives of the men, and he laughed out loud in their desperate eyes as a way to prove that he had regained the dignity he had once trampled on by them.

He led his lackeys through the area, leaving behind nothing but the desperate barren land and the endless dry bones.

Until one day, until one day everything vanishes, his master becomes a cloud, and the whole world becomes a cloud.

He was the only living life in that world, the only creature that was not in the timeline of that world, so he escaped the destruction of that world.

But he wanted to survive, so he started eating corpses, and he was glad that he had left so much food for himself.

He was like a jackal, greedily devouring corpses, and it was only then that he realized how ridiculous, how absurd, and how empty the dignity he had regained.

At that time, he recognized the reality and knew that there was no dignity in the world, and the world was a world where only cannibalism could survive.

He ate a lot of corpses, and until he had eaten all the corpses in those worlds, he still did not grow old.

He didn't want to suffer the pain of starvation, so he jumped into a volcano that was still erupting.

It was in this volcano that he got his present body.

He didn't know what was going on, he just knew that when he woke up, he was already like this, and he could already move freely through the flames, as if he were in the air.

Then he left the volcano, and now that he had left the temple, with such a body and greater power, he had spent a long time wandering aimlessly in the wilderness, like a lost dog.

Finally, one day, in a certain rain, he woke up suddenly, remembering that Lu Ziyan was still waiting for him.

So he resisted his nausea and turned back into a human form, returning to Fengming Villa.

However, he finally became a real lost dog.

At that time, the original Lu Yu had been completely dead, and the remaining Lu Yu was a monster that had been tempered in the temple, with only anger and resentment.

He just wants to destroy everything in other people, so he is very happy to see Feng Qiwu, because Feng Qiwu has lost too many things.

That's why he watched Chu Feng from the sidelines, watched Chu Feng struggle, watched Chu Feng despair, this is what he wants to gain.

Lu Yu sneered and said, "Are you ready?"

The corners of Chu Feng's mouth raised slightly, held the knife, and nodded.