The joy did not linger for long, and the instinctive reaction had driven Feng Chen to leap up with his sword.

Feng Chen looked back, and a pair of short and fat hands broke through the ground where he stood in the previous moment, and an angry face was immediately revealed on the ground!

The sarcoma-like head burst out, and Feng Chen turned his head and slashed down.

Ning Xiaoyao's upper body, which had not yet completely come out of the ground, was split in half again, and blood was spilled in all directions again, but this time the corpse was still disconnected, and he didn't go his own way.

The tragic situation on the ground was particularly terrifying, but Feng Chen's mind was not on it, and cold sweat was already dripping down his back.

There was heaven, earth, and Ning Xiaoyao who died tragically in his field of vision, but there was no one around Wujian Ping.

And the corpses of the two Ning Yaoyao, except for the flesh and blood and water, there are no bones and no internal organs.

There is no doubt that he was teased by Ning Xiaoyao.

He couldn't help but be angry, looking up to the sky and roaring!

Huh——

The roar lasted for a long time, and Feng Chen was even more energetic, making the flowers and plants of Wujian Ping tremble!

Feng Chen had sensed that something was wrong, and he had completely lost control of his emotions.

He tried to stop yelling, but he couldn't control himself.

He forced himself to calm down, which was not difficult for him after a lot of battles, but he couldn't do it now.

As soon as the angry face on the ground Ning Xiaoyao disappeared, the mournful face Ning Xiaoyao appeared in front of Feng Chen, leaping in the air, holding a golden cigarette stick, and it was about to knock on Feng Chen's head.

Feng Chen was finally able to stop roaring, at the moment he didn't want to provoke Ning Xiaoyao who was crying and mourning, he just wanted to retreat, but the sun-covering knife in his hand had been waved away, making Ning Xiaoyao's face look different.

Soon, the scene in front of Feng Chen's eyes changed again.

The only thing that remains unchanged is that Feng Chen is still standing on the sword dance floor.

It's just that this time the Dancing Sword Ping is no longer empty, thousands of corpses are piled up, and those corpses are all from the Xiaoyue Alliance, and his wife Poppy is also among them!

Their blood had long since dried up, and the red flowers and plants on the ground showed that everything in front of them was irretrievable.

Feng Chen knew very well in his heart that these were just illusions, and closed his eyes, not wanting to be disturbed by what he saw.

However, it backfired, and he couldn't stop grieving and grieving.

He hadn't felt this way for a long time, or because of this, his chest began to ache and even felt like retching.

The more I thought about it, the more intense the heartache and the urge to retch.

Feng Chen covered his left chest with his left hand, his face was painful, he squatted down, bent over, and opened his mouth to gag.

His eyes were closed, and he couldn't see or notice that a stocky dwarf figure was taking shape behind him.

The dwarf is naturally Ning Xiaoyao, and it is also Ning Xiaoyao, who is holding a golden cigarette stick in his hand at this moment, but a golden dagger.

As long as this sharp weapon is gently sent forward, Feng Chen will be killed!

The hilt of the Sun Covering Knife shook a few times in Feng Chen's right hand, as if it was a warning.

Feng Chen didn't notice anything, and he still couldn't stop retching.

The Sunshader didn't move.

The golden dagger is a few points closer, and Feng Chen can be killed in the next moment!

Suddenly, Feng Chen stopped retching, but turned into a dry cough, and his body trembled even more.

At this time, how could Feng Chen have the appearance of half a gang leader?

In addition to the fact that his clothes were a little imposing, he seemed to have become a dying beggar who had been hungry for three or two days, and when he saw the nausea scene, he was constantly nauseating but couldn't vomit a single thing.

During the shaking, his back was almost attached to the tip of the dagger, but he immediately leaned forward and coughed up a mouthful of blood!

The blood was black.

Feng Chen fell to the ground like a loss of strength.

The sun-covering knife also slammed the ground into a shallow hole.

Le Yan Ning was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and then he was even happier, and his mouth opened wider.

Le Yan Ning Xiaoyao obviously didn't want to cause any more trouble, but he held the golden dagger, pointed the tip of the blade down, aimed at Feng Chen's heart, and stabbed it straight over!

Feng Chen hadn't even cleared his breathing, and he didn't know that his life was hanging by a thread.

Who knew that at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The sun-covering knife lying on the ground seemed to have a spirit possessed by it, and it stood up on its own, and the blade was facing the right arm of the golden dagger held by Le Face Ning Xiaoyao and went up!

Poof!

Of course, Ning Xiaoyao couldn't dodge the knife, and the golden dagger detached from the short and fat torso along with his right arm, and disappeared.

After the Sun-Covering Knife was in danger of the Savior, it also lost its vitality and smashed back to the ground.

But at the moment when the Sun Covering Sword was about to land, the powerful hand of Kong Wu regained its grip.

Hahaha...... Hahaha——

Feng Chen had eased up a lot, and before he could stand up, he couldn't stop laughing.

Instead of half of the joy on his face, his face was pale and full of cold sweat.

He didn't turn around to look at Ning Xiaoyao, who had a broken arm, because when he got up completely, there was already a happy face Ning Xiaoyao standing in front of him.

Feng Chen almost fainted, and the illusion of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness kept repeating like this, and he would be tossed to death in less than five rounds.

The happy face Ning pounced on him, and the sun-covering knife that had fallen into a dead silence was about to move.

Feng Chen just wanted to retreat, he didn't want to fight, he even blocked the meridians of his right hand, but the Sun Covering Knife still guided his right arm to make a swing action.

The happy face Ning Yao died again, and Feng Chen was happy again.

Is this an endless cycle that can't be stopped......

After killing four more Ning Xiaoyao, Feng Chen once again experienced a feeling of joy, anger and sorrow, but this time the situation he encountered was more specific than the previous round, and his feelings were more real!

Feng Chen's emotions were still firmly controlled, and his thoughts were gradually numb, and the only remaining thoughts had nothing to do with his own life and death, but to carry forward the lintel of the Xiaoyue Alliance!

He has already done this, and now the Xiaoyue Alliance is in the rivers and lakes, who doesn't know?

Feng Chen, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, had certainly thought about it, and today's situation was also an agreement obtained by the Xiaoyue Alliance and several other Jianghu giants through secret consultations.

Although the probability of 30% is not high, it is against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat.

Especially the Xiaoyue League is faintly the head of the Kyushu League, at the beginning of the chaos in the rivers and lakes, any wind and grass, even if you choose to stand by, you will inevitably be implicated, at this time, you dare not come forward, integrate the opinions of all parties, and lead the overall situation.

Feng Chen of today's conference also wants to prove to all martial arts colleagues that the Xiaoyue Alliance is capable of leading the party, and he Feng Chen can also carry the banner of the leader of the martial arts!

But Feng Chen knew very well that it would not be easy to reach the top, not to mention that he had killed a powerful Red Dust Inn with a mysterious origin.

Until the third game of the confrontation with the Red Dust Inn, Feng Chen was not very sure to go to the end.

But when the third game was over, he could hardly suppress his desire for the position of alliance leader.

In the fourth game, he should let the Red Dust Inn see his Fengchen's skills.

He hasn't done it yet, how can he fall here?!

He can't lose!

If he loses, the Xiaoyue Alliance will only become a laughing stock in the rivers and lakes!

If he loses, even if the Red Dust Inn fails to win the championship in the end, it will be difficult for the Xiaoyue Alliance to raise its head in front of the Red Dust Inn forever!

Feng Chen roared in his heart, and slowly he found that he had been able to control his thoughts, and he had regained control of his emotions, and his vision was no longer blood-red, but a mess of sword dances.

But at least you can still see green grass and flowers in this Wujian Ping, the sky here is still blue, the sun is a little dazzling, and there are people with different appearances and living people on the edge of Wujian Ping.

Although he had already broken free from the illusion of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, Feng Chen did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and within a radius of five zhang around him, the one hundred and twenty-eight Ning Xiaoyao who had been scattered by him had already slammed towards him like an overwhelming man!

Feng Chen stood with a horizontal knife, and was about to be ashamed of the snow, but suddenly he was in a trance, and then he was dizzy, his limbs were sore, and he felt a strong pain in the Baihui, Shenting, and Fengchi on the head and neck, the middle of the chest, the dove tail, the sea of qi, and Shangqu, the lungs and heart of the back and waist and the shoulder wells on the limbs, and the eleven key points of Taiyuan.

Feng Chen could even tell that these pains should be caused by the hard hitting of the cigarette butt of the golden cigarette stick!

This is not only the acupoint kung fu, but also the technique of sealing the blood.

His breathing was getting weaker, his vision was blurring, but his mind was clearer!

I see!

In an instant, Feng Chen had seen through his opponent's tricks.

Ning Xiaoyao used illusion to make Feng Chen fall into an illusion of joy, anger and sorrow, but in reality, in the subconscious, Feng Chen also had a strong self-defense instinct, and did the battle of trapped beasts through the sun covering knife.

Although Ning Xiaoyao controlled the overall situation, he could only hit Feng Chen at the spiritual level, and could not hurt his physical body, so on the one hand, he let Feng Chen fall into the cycle of joy, anger and sorrow in the illusion, and on the other hand, he implemented a siege strategy in reality.

Not only can he control one hundred and twenty-eight illusions, which means that Ning Xiaoyao can easily multitask, Feng Chen is too focused, but it makes him completely immersed in illusions and difficult to extricate himself, which also causes his mind and body to be detached, and his instinctive defense is full of holes.

Ning Xiaoyao seized this gap and bombarded Fengchen's various points with a golden smoke stick.

By the time Feng Chen came to his senses, eleven of the thirty-six fatal points in his body had been fatally hit, if it weren't for his strong physique and profound cultivation, he would have died long ago.

Of course, if it drags on for another time and three moments, all the thirty-six fatal points will be injured, even if Feng Chen is an iron man, it is difficult to see the wounds outside the skin, but the qi and blood can be blocked, the blood veins will be cut off, the five internal organs and six organs will not function normally, and people will be ineffective as medicine stones.

The muscles on his face have been stiff for a long time, but the corners of Feng Chen's mouth still curl a little.

"It's really a good ability, but it's hard to make me Feng someone happy and convinced!" Feng Chen shouted in his heart.

Everyone could already see that Feng Chen was wrong in the field, and no one knew what Feng Chen had experienced in the illusion, but the roar and laughter everyone present heard it very clearly.

But in the next moment, they felt a wave of energy rippling from where Feng Chen was!

"Moon Wolf Heart Sutra", "Tiangang Righteous Qi Formula" and "Tiger Roaring Dragon Yin Gong" are Feng Chen's lifelong learning, the three internal skills of the Yin system, the gold system, and the fire system collide back and forth in Feng Chen's dantian, rushing to break the shackles that bind them, and then endless energy rushes to Feng Chen's body, and even every hair.

At this moment, Feng Chen only felt that his qi and blood were full and agitated, and his whole person was almost burning, although there was a trace of discomfort, he only regarded it as a side effect under the strong contrast.

Immediately afterward, he channeled this energy to his arm and wrist, and channeled it into the body of the Sun Occult Blade.

Feng Chen shouted angrily, and raised his hands to cover the sun.

Under the dazzling sunlight, one hundred and twenty-eight shadowing blades appeared, corresponding to one hundred and twenty-eight short and fat dwarfs.

The big knife in Feng Chen's hand drew a round of golden moon from top to bottom, and the one hundred and twenty-eight shadow of the sun-occultating sword also drew a round of golden moon.

Slash the sun and the moon!

A gust of wind swept through the Dancing Sword Ping, and the group of heroes blinked involuntarily.

Looking at it again, the one hundred and twenty-eight Ning Xiaoyao had turned into one, and they were standing a foot away from Feng Chen.

Ning Xiaoyao helped his forehead, not wiping his sweat, but wiping away a trace of blood.

He didn't say much, just arched his hand towards Feng Chen with the golden cigarette stick, and went straight down.

There is no need to elaborate on who will win or lose.

Feng Chen didn't linger long, politely bowed his hand to Ning Yao's departing figure and turned around to leave.

He lifted his feet for a moment, a little struggling, and even stumbling, but no one could laugh.

Poppy had already greeted her husband and grabbed his hot hand.

Poppy's brows furrowed, not only because the heat coming from Feng Chen's hand was wrong, but also because she caught a glimpse of a woman in a white dress holding her hands in front of her hands and stepping hurriedly.

The sleeves covered the hands of the woman in the white dress, and there was obviously something hidden in those hands!

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