The ruins of the restaurant are full of fire, which comes from the residual energy of the burning, and also from the two people who made the residual energy.

Feng Zhiping and Feng Zhiyou fought fiercely, and they couldn't see the human figure clearly, they could only see the light dragged by Hui Ge and Lige, and the two fire spirit swords were both inspired by their masters to exert their strongest power, and every time the light fell off the battle group, it would destroy the surrounding buildings and burn new ruins.

The streets near the restaurant are already empty, there is no need to rush, the heat wave here is on the verge of the limit of ordinary people, and no matter how desperate you are, you dare not come closer.

Xia, Xu, and Liu have each led a team of people to arrive, and after arranging the on-site maintenance matters, the three of them retreated, only they went deep into the fire and walked around, and quickly retreated after seeing the situation, their faces were like earth, and their expressions were the same as Zhang Qi's.

The three of them got together a little together, no nonsense, and immediately ordered someone to expand the blockade line, and at the same time sent someone to go straight to Kangfu to report the situation, and be sure to ask Lord Zhizhou to rush to the scene as soon as possible.

No way, it's too big, two of the three people involved are the sons of the Red Sword Marquis, one of them is the little prince Feng Zhiping, the whole thing is weird and strange, they don't dare to care and have no ability to interfere, there are only three people in Quanzhou who can deal with this matter, among which Kang Youdao has the highest official rank and is also the closest to the Red Sword Marquis, and he is undoubtedly the best candidate.

Kang Youdao is a civil official, only a little bit of physical strength breathing skills, the three of them specially selected a master with good foot strength to prepare to carry it directly, but they have to wait for a while, the three of them have no choice, they can only endure the anxiety and look at the fire from afar.

The son of the world has cultivation, and he is still a terrifying congenital, which is incredible!

What kind of calculation is Chijian Hou making, since the birth of the prince, he has invited so many masters for diagnosis and treatment, many of them are congenital, how did he hide from these people?

Are these people hiding it for him?

But why?

Is it fun to pretend to be a grandchild?

In the center of the fire, Feng Zhiping and Feng Zhiyou come and go, they have no scruples between their shots, they do everything they can, they can't see that they are brothers at all, and they are a pair of mortal enemies who never die.

In terms of cultivation, Feng Zhiping is far inferior to Feng Zhiyou, but he has his advantages.

He has almost inhuman reason and calmness, and the Lige Sword is driven by the sword species to burn all his potential like a sacrifice, and the power that bursts out at the cost of self-destruction is extremely amazing, far from being comparable to the Huige Sword in Feng Zhiyou's hand.

And Feng Zhiyou's heart is chaotic and his mind is gradually lost, and he is even more furious after being injured by Feng Zhiping several times, these insignificant injuries are usually not cared about at all, but at this moment, it is like a humiliation brand burning his body and gnawing his heart, the remaining reason is finally completely submerged by the angry flames, and his mind is full of just wanting to return ten times and a hundred times back, so that Feng Zhiping also deeply feels the humiliation he has suffered, so he becomes more and more crazy and scattered between his hands, and only blindly pursues the ultimate destructive power, although Feng Zhiping has been hit a few times, but the gap between the two is gradually shortening, and finally the grudge does not even need to help, Feng Zhiping himself can fight equally。

This result is undoubtedly a heavy punch, hitting Feng Zhiyou's mind again and again, and he wants to use the large-scale destruction level moves that can only be performed during the Divine Treasure Period again and again, erasing Feng Zhiping and everything around him, but he is always stopped by the last vestiges of reason.

It's not that he has a good heart and can't bear to hurt the innocent, and the last shred of reason is completely due to the resentment.

The monk had no time to help Feng Zhiping, he sat cross-legged outside the battle circle, his left hand was folded in front of his chest, and his right hand was holding the front of the Zen staff that was placed obliquely on the ground, his face was solemn and his eyes were compassionate, his lips trembled rapidly, and he shook the Zen stick from time to time to make the ring of the head of the stick make a jingle ring, and used spiritual sense as a bridge to send the Zen sound and the bell sound to the ears of Feng Zhiping and Feng Zhiyou, as if reciting directly in the ears of the two.

Feng Zhiping is okay, although there is no effect, but there is no rejection reaction, Feng Zhiyou's reaction is very violent, and he tried his best to carve out a gap in the spiritual consciousness field that is as strong as the mountains and vast as the abyssal sea, and it can be successfully thanks to Feng Zhiping's relocation, if Feng Zhiyou fights back with all his strength, he doesn't need to do anything, and he can break his mind with only spiritual sense, making him a living dead who can only breathe and have no thinking consciousness.

The success of the grudge depends on himself and Feng Zhiping, and it is also inseparable from Feng Zhiyou.

In the final analysis, Feng Zhiyou is not a brutal and murderous person, this grudge can be felt, if Feng Zhiyou is evil in nature, then don't talk about him, his master Xinhong Zen Master may not be useful, every wicked person can be saved, but not every wicked person can be saved.

Feng Zhiyou has good intentions, but it is very weak, getting weaker and weaker, and he is extremely uncooperative.

He was very helpless, he could feel that Feng Zhiyou had realized that he was wrong, and his subconscious was struggling to resist, but Feng Zhiyou was too arrogant, he just wanted to solve it by himself, completely ignoring or even rejecting his kindness, if he could cooperate a little, then the dilemma of both parties would be alleviated a lot.

There is no way, the grudge can only help maintain the last trace of sanity with the help of "dead skin", and compared to Feng Zhiyou, he is more worried about Feng Zhiping.

Feng Zhiyou reacted anyway, but Feng Zhiping didn't react at all, he didn't reject it, he didn't accept it, and all the Buddhist scriptures and Zen sounds were taken as air.

The resentment was surprised, he had never encountered this situation, the scriptures he read and the shaking bell sound were a kind of illusion to put it bluntly, and Feng Zhiping's cultivation should not have no reaction at all, but the fact is that no matter how hard he increased his efforts, Feng Zhiping still went his own way, as if the current appearance was his true appearance, not the devil in his heart.

It shouldn't be!

Thinking about Feng Zhiping in the past, he never believed that it was a pretended illusion, and now he is his true face, but why didn't he react at all?

Is it because the demons are too strong, or is it something else?

I don't know, fortunately, Feng Zhiping's situation is much better than Feng Zhiyou's, and the danger is much less, if he goes crazy, at least it won't be as terrifying as Feng Zhiyou, at most a few more houses will be destroyed.

This kind of thinking is not wrong, after all, one is Shenzang and the other is spiritual consciousness, even if Shenzang is only a newcomer, the extreme power that the two can burst out is not the same.

Unfortunately, there are too many strange things tonight, and they are often unexpected.

"Bastard!!"

Feng Zhiyou kicked Feng Zhiping away, looking at the wound on his left arm that was half a finger wide, feeling the burning pain and the itching of the slow healing caused by the entangled sword qi in the wound, thinking back to the swords just now, his face was extremely gloomy. Dancing God eBook

This time it is not as good as the previous abrasions, this time Feng Zhiping broke his sword move head-on, and it was in his strongest state, using his swordsmanship!

His own sword broke his own moves, as the founder, Feng Zhiyou felt a great insult, and what made him even more humiliated was that the swords just now were his sword moves, but they were just reborn, Feng Zhiping himself made some improvements, which were more streamlined and ingenious than the original swordsmanship, and even he, the creator, didn't know how to disassemble it for a while.

The result was that he was sturdy and stabbed, if it weren't for the sword feet and bones that were strong enough to cultivate the high body protection body, it would not be as simple as a flesh wound.

He really didn't understand how Feng Zhiping did it, in such a short period of time to learn, disassemble, and reconstruct his moves, was the sword move he worked so hard to create so unbearable and so shallow?

The wound healed quickly, and his eyes were completely bloodshot.

"It's broken!"

The resentment was not good, and before he could react, he felt that his eyebrows were stinging, his whole mind was in sharp pain, his eyes were black, and the whole person was knocked out by an invisible force, and he hit through the two remnants of the wall and rubbed the ground and slowly stood up, thinking about his body, his throat turned his head sweetly, and he was half lying on the ground and vomiting blood, his brain was buzzing, his mind was buzzing, his mind was unable to concentrate, his eyes, ears and nose were hot, and he slipped down, and he reached out and touched it, and he was bleeding all over.

"Amitabha, Buddha blesses, the little monk is not dead, fortunately!"

There are lingering palpitations in his resentment, the danger of the collision in the spiritual consciousness just now is higher than that of hand-to-hand combat, if it weren't for the mental toughness and the secret technique to defend himself, he would have to be scrapped this time.

"It's over, it's over, without the little monk's restraint, Feng Zhiyou will definitely fall into the devil!"

As expected, Feng Zhiyou over there was already roaring.

"You dare to break my sword moves, you can break my sword moves, you actually hurt me? Okay, good, you break, I'll let you break enough!"

The left hand clawed the root of the sword body, and pulled it out until the tip of the sword came out in one breath, the palm of the hand was almost cut in half, the sword body was mottled with blood, and the overflowing fire quickly retracted into the sword body, and the light emitted by the Huige sword suddenly dimmed, like a freshly burned red iron glowing with dark red light, but the breath rose again, and the terrifying heat was a little unbearable to fly out of the old resentment, and the clothes were dry and the eyebrows were dry, as if they were in a furnace.

Feng Zhiping was forced to retreat again and again by the heat wave, Feng Zhiyou hated it when he looked at that calm face, and raised his head with a cruel smile.

"The sky is round, one sword and eight desolations, this trick burns the sky, you break another one for me to see!"

"It's... This sucks!"

He didn't know what the Burning Heaven Style was, but he knew very well that the strength of this sword had already involved the power of heaven and earth, and it was a killing move that could only be touched during the Divine Treasure Period, and it was definitely not the enemy of himself and Feng Zhiping.

"Why hasn't the Red Sword Marquis come yet? Or I'll take the donor's brother and run first, the dead Taoist friend is not a dead monk, it's really the little monk who can't save the others, I believe that the Buddha and his old man won't blame the little monk." ”

Endured the headache and nausea, and was about to shout to Feng Zhiping to run away, but he heard Feng Zhiping say flatly: "This is not the Burning Sky Style, at best, it is the Burning Tower, the Burning Heaven Style is one of my father's most proud moves, and it requires the cultivation of the tangible period to be launched, and you can't use your cultivation as a starting style, even if you use blood as a guide, it will only be strongly counterattacked, and you will be squeezed dry." ”

The cruel smile stopped abruptly, Feng Zhiyou's face turned cold, stared for a moment and said proudly: "So what!

The resentment was about to cry.

Your brother is half crazy, why are you still irritating him!

You are also a brother, your brother is obviously abnormal, he can bear to speak straightforwardly, why is it more serious!

I'm a Buddha, Red Sword Marquis, why haven't you come yet!

Feng Zhiping couldn't hear the resentful voice, and shook his head lightly when he heard the words: "You can't kill me, you will die first." ”

Feng Zhiyou sneered: "Die first, joke, I can kill you before I fight back!" Feng Zhiping, you don't understand the horror of the power of heaven and earth, you don't blame you for your brother, my brother sympathizes with you very much, let you feel it for yourself, feel it with your life!"

"The power of heaven and earth, I know. ”

Feng Zhiping urged the sword to untie the last restraints, and the source of spiritual power that was bound and burned by the Song Sword broke out instantly, and a heat wave that was more violent than the Hui Song Sword swept out and quickly recovered, the surrounding temperature decreased a lot, and there was a violent and winding air surge of distorted light in the air, and the end point was the Song Sword, and the source could not be seen.

Looking at the dark red Lige Sword crawling all over the cracks, as if attached to a layer of mottled patterns, barely maintaining its original state, feeling the vague and terrifying aura emanating from the sword, Feng Zhiyou was stunned.

"Impossible!"

The resentment was also stunned: "Won't it?!"

Feng Zhiping sensed the information fed back by Yuzhu, and knew that the Song Sword would not last long, so there was no nonsense, and he put on a posture to silently use the sword technique.

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"Second brother, it's good to kill someone like this, you used too much force. ”