Cheng Qian saw that he couldn't force Jue Hui back in such a short period of time, and with a low shout, in his palm, a long knife as thin as a cicada's wings and shining with gray light appeared. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Cheng Poor's expression became very solemn. He held the long knife in his right hand, and with a slight swipe along the palm of his hand, blood gushed out, but not a drop fell to the ground, it was absorbed by the long knife. The color of the long gray knife that had absorbed the blood remained the same, but the blade flowed with a misty glow, like a bright moonlight.

At first, Chen Feng thought that this nonsense and long knife would emit bloody light and fishy gas after sucking blood, but who would have thought that it was not at all.

A lot of blood was lost, and Cheng Poor's face was pale, but his fighting spirit was even stronger, and the long knife was swung out, and a gray sword went straight to Juehui. Juehui's sand shield blocked, but this time it didn't work, the sand shield was cut by the knife, and a red line immediately appeared on Juehui's face.

Cheng Qian hurt Juehui with just one knife!

As a secret sect, the ability to repair is very strong, and the red line on Juehui's face disappeared in a blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.

Cheng Poor's long knife slashed continuously, and the gray shadow of the knife was like a river rushing, and Chen Feng couldn't count how many knives he had slashed out in one breath.

The sand shield in Juehui's left hand was more condensed, and her right hand was stretched out. His entire palm turned golden, and it kept lapping on the gray light, and the sound of gold and stone and the whimper of the waves and wind were endless. The offensive of poverty is of course like a continuous wave, which never stops; Juehui's golden palm is like a powerful and solid reef, making the waves return again and again.

Here, due to the environment, the two secret sects did not use the means of flying to the sky, but faced each other to compare their best secret techniques and the manipulation of secret treasures. Although this kind of competition is simple, and it often tests the basic skills of the secret, it is thrilling. Whoever makes a mistake in the two secret sects may immediately be hated on the spot.

Cheng Poor saw that he still couldn't help Juehui, and quickly pinched a strange trick, and then, his whole person became empty, like an illusory shadow. The solemnity on Juehui's face became even stronger, and even her white eyebrows were wrinkled.

At his side, a long knife slashed down from an uncanny angle. In the process of splitting, the blade gradually shrank like a plant, and its color darkened. However, this knife contained extremely terrifying power, which made Juehui feel shocked. In an instant, Chen Feng had a feeling that the sky was dark.

Juehui's speed also increased, and the entire sand shield only flashed before condensing on his back. He turned around and wanted to fly away!

But the speed of Cheng Poor's knife is too fast. Jue Hui had just turned around, and the long knife was already approaching.

"Click!" The sand shield was completely shattered, Juehui turned into a gray light and disappeared away, and the big sleeve also casually collected the scattered sand. Immediately, Chen Feng saw a blood line appear in the air, floating for a long time, before it flew to the ground, revealing a bright red color on the ground, which was shocking.

Jue Hui fled, but was injured.

"Plop!" Cheng Poor fell to the ground with it. The knife just now squeezed him out of almost everything. His face was pale, and his chest rose and fell sharply.

Chen Feng saw Cheng Qian beckoning to him and Huang Xuan. The two stepped forward.

"I beg you...... I beg you...... Don't spoil the Ringing Land...... begging ......" but he could no longer finish his words, and fell to the ground. Such a strong man who can hurt Juehui, in his dying words, it turned out to be for the word "ask".

Soon, his body slowly shrank, and he slowly turned into dust and slowly merged into the land.

He became one with the Ringing Lands.

Huang Xuan sighed when he saw Cheng Poor like this.

Chen Feng couldn't help asking: "You knew each other before?" ”

Huang Xuan nodded: "I've seen a few times." ”

Chen Feng asked again: "Who is he?" ”

Huang Xuan naturally introduced: "His name is Cheng Qian, and he is the sect master of Wansheng Sect. You may not have heard the name of Wansheng Sect at all, because this is an immortal sect. The strength of this sect is very strong, but it is very low-key. The land of Mingsha is the holy land in the minds of Wansheng Sect, so they don't want to destroy it. In the secret realm you see, the sects are all using each other to gain benefits and become stronger, and then to enslave those forces that are inferior to themselves. But there are also some forces like Wansheng Sect in the secret world, they have their own dreams and pursuits, but they do not harm the interests of others. They are willing to give everyone's life for the sake of their beliefs. Back then, I was infected by them to have the persistence I have today. Otherwise, the Land of Evil would have long since ceased to exist. ”

Chen Feng couldn't help but say, "But I saw ......"

"You're talking about the Prison of Evil Spirits, right? In fact, everything you see in the prison of evil qi is fake, it is all an illusion created by Juehui, or by other people. ”

"But I obviously saw ......" Chen Feng couldn't believe that what he had reached out and touched was fake.

"Yes, fake. Those are already dead things, how can they be the source of evil energy? The real evil spirit comes from living people. ”

Probably afraid that Chen Feng would not understand, Huang Xuan took Chen Feng and slowly left the Evil Eye, explaining as he walked: "It's autumn now. Just now, I felt a light rain outside, and there was a feeling of autumn coolness in the air, even though it was still a red sun yesterday. Feeling the weather, I was like, the weather before was more like those menacing secret people, they were extremely arrogant, but they were strong on the outside and dry on the inside. Come to the land of evil spirits, and they will not end well. Just like the weather, no matter how hard you try to hold on, the passion and gorgeousness of summer should be gone. Just like the flowers in late spring, the leaves after autumn, just like the sects in the secret realm, will eventually come to an end. ”

Although Chen Feng didn't quite understand the full meaning of Huang Xuan's words, he still listened patiently.

"The scenery of this human world is in such a hurry, especially in the secret world. There are still rules to follow in the change of seasons, and there are reminders of the yellow calendar every solar term, but there is no notice of the clouds and rain in the secret world, and it is often from the hot summer to fall into the ice cave, and the flowers bloom at this time enchanting and delicate, and the next moment may be withered by the wind and snow. One day, when you have seen too much of the capriciousness of the emotions in this world, you can accept it calmly and calmly. It's like accepting this sudden autumn coolness, accepting the death of the secret person in front of you. By the way, what do you think of the shape of the life of the Mystery? ”

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, not knowing why Huang Xuan suddenly asked himself this question, he thought for a while before answering: "Very busy, very tired, the most important thing is danger, of course, it is also very poetic and passionate." ”

Listening to Chen Feng's answer, Huang Xuan couldn't help laughing.

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