Chu Jiangkai stood up and patted the snow on his body.

He was still standing straight.

He took a deep breath.

Carrying the blue in the air, he ran towards Fu Fanchen.

The tip of the sword slashed across the snow, and the sound of colliding with the stones under the snow sounded, opening a straight line on the snow.

Fu Fanchen frowned and said, "In the past few years on the shore of Jinshui Lake, I have also doubted, and even thought of shaving as a monk, after all, in the territory of Great Wei, the reputation of that temple is too prominent. But then I figured it out, Tantuo Temple will not lack a monk like me, and Lingyunmen may not be. ”

Chu Jiangkai didn't want to talk to Fu Fanchen anymore, since it was a must-pass, it was not a problem that could be solved in a few words.

Fu Fanchen saw Chu Jiangkai coming straight without saying a word, and the snowflakes dragged by the blue magic sword flew everywhere, and this scene actually felt a little familiar.

What stood out especially was Chu Jiangkai's eyes.

In addition to being sharp, there is a lot of confidence in those eyes, much like myself many years ago.

At that time, Fu Fanchen was also the pride of the sky.

Especially for an ancient sect like Lingyunmen, which was declining, a young disciple with excellent talent was even more rare than a few old worshippers.

In Lingyunmen, the days when the stars held the moon did not last long.

There is no difference from other declining sects, and the disciples with outstanding qualifications have gradually become mediocre under this unchanged old teaching.

Fu Fanchen encountered a bottleneck.

It's not that he is unacceptable.

There is never a smooth road on this path.

But the most difficult thing for him to accept was that there was no hope.

When he first saw the lake, his enthusiasm gradually wore out, and his self-confidence gradually eroded, so that when Shizun proposed to let him come here to watch the four seasons, he couldn't even say a word to refute it.

In order to break through the realm, he respected his teacher's words.

He had been in this dry river for decades, and many times he felt that he had seen the threshold, and even stepped up the stairs, but the result was always in vain.

"Summer and cold, it's another four seasons!" Fu Fanchen held the scroll in his hand and waved it a few times in front of him, and sighed.

A few sounds of gold and iron.

In the swing of Fu Fanchen, the scroll seemed to have predicted the position of each sword that Chu Jiang had stabbed in advance, and blocked all these rapidly changing sword moves.

In the first few years, I could really see a lot of monks who were trapped in the river formation.

But such an unequal slaughter was actually not beneficial to Fu Fanchen's own Dao Heart, but instead the joy of crushing was getting less and less, and the guilt was accumulating more and more.

Fu Fanchen was tired of it.

And fewer and fewer monks dare to set foot here.

Especially in recent years, in addition to loneliness or loneliness, he feels that the threshold is getting farther and farther away from him.

He didn't know if he had missed the opportunity before, but by the time he figured it out, it was gone.

So, when the young man with the sword broke in, he was excited.

I trembled slightly with excitement.

That's his prey.

Maybe it also came with an opportunity that made him eligible to leave here.

He wants to take his time.

Or enjoy.

Chu Jiangkai had already been blocked and took a few steps back, this is the gap between ordinary people and monks.

The scroll in Fu Fanchen's hand did not stop, and continued to wave in the air, dancing very rhythmically, like a woman in a neon dress fluttering in, telling a sad past with the most elegant posture.

Chu Jiang opened his eyes, but he couldn't see any elegance.

Even if it was really elegant, he couldn't understand it, and he couldn't appreciate the beauty of it.

All he wanted to do now was to stab a sword into the inner mansion of this extremely handsome man in black.

And wherever the scroll in Fu Fanchen's hand passed, there was a faint trace of aura, and the silk threads of these auras were weaving into a web without any regularity.

This web has a strong bookish atmosphere.

And this aura is incompatible with the tense atmosphere at the moment.

This is exactly the effect that Fu Fanchen wants.

The characters who have reached the top of the mainland for thousands of years have all covered up their own tyranny, washed the lead on their bodies, took the classics as the foundation, and the culture as the Taoism, splashed ink to paint a splendid river and mountain, and showed a far-sighted show of the ancient and modern.

When Fu Fanchen tied his natal object to the scroll in his hand, he had already entered this pattern.

So even if you kill someone, you have to kill someone with the charm of Hanmo.

Similarly, when the blue in Chu Jiangkai's hand pierced into this net, which had already shown faint handwriting, it was also like piercing an old calligraphy and painting.

What is divided is the fireworks of the world.

It is the truth in the book that pierces.

Every word that was picked out by the blue is an allusion to the mainland, a hook and sink of history, and it is also the painstaking efforts of Fu Fanchen for decades, and it is also a sharp arrow that punishes the heart.

The sharp arrows that this handwriting turned into were shot towards Chu Jiangkai one by one.

The falling swords in Chu Jiangkai's hand were blocked one by one.

The sound of gold and stone sounded in the dry river.

Fu Fanchen finally moved back to the situation, from the passive at the beginning to the initiative.

And Chu Jiangkai, except for the parry of the falling sword flying up and down in his hand, even taking a step back has become a luxury.

The gentleman moved.

The gentleman had been stopping dozens of zhang away, watching Chu Jiangkai and Fu Fanchen fight, and he didn't seem to have any intention of intervening.

Until Chu Jiangkai was almost driven to a desperate situation.

Several of those handwriting arrows had already dodged Chu Jiangkai's increasingly powerless block, breaking through the blue sword light and penetrating Chu Jiangkai's body.

Although it was not a vital part, it was obvious that Chu Jiangkai gritted his teeth and endured his expression.

And Fu Fanchen's face became more and more relaxed, and he even had a faint look of pride.

At this time, the gentleman moved.

The white figure was faster than a sharp arrow, jumping past Chu Jiangkai and Fu Fanchen's side, and burrowing under the ebony short case.

And when she drilled out from the other side of the short case, it was as if she had pierced a piece of paper, and the forbidden breath was also pierced at the same time.

The feeling of relief instantly spread throughout Chu Jiangkai's body.

The gentleman jumped onto a big stone behind the short case, roared twice at Chu Jiangkai here, and wagged his tail very cutely, as if announcing what a great thing he had done.

Chu Jiangkai's body already had more than a dozen intermittent penetrating injuries, and his movements were already very inconvenient, but as soon as the burden on his body was removed, the aura in his body surged.

The blue miss was even earlier than Chu Jiangkai's sense.

A sword light shot out from the tip of the sword.

Piercing the inner house of Fu Fanchen.

Chu Jiangkai suddenly realized at this time that the gentleman had already broken the ban on the magic array, and how the gentleman saw through the position of the array, Chu Jiangkai still couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't wait to figure it out.

Because of the sword light that shot out of the air, it was blocked again by Fu Fanchen with the scroll in his hand.

But this time there was no crash.

The sword stabbed into the book.

Through the dense text in the scroll.

Penetrated the back of Fu Fanchen's hand that held the scroll.

With a few drops of Fu Fanchen's blood, he disappeared into the void.

Fu Fanchen didn't scream, but on that handsome face, the mouth opened exaggeratedly, and it was a scream that he couldn't hold back and didn't make a sound.

Chu Jiangkai felt more relieved than screaming and watching.

"Fu Fanchen, how many people have you killed in this formation?"

When Chu Jiang asked this sentence, he not only returned to the state of a monk, but more importantly, he regained all his self-confidence.

"I'll stab you as many swords as you kill!"

"Of course, if you have enough stabs and you are still alive, that is also your life. ”

Chu Jiangkai thought about it and added.

The talent of Lingyunmen was ordered by the master to come here to study and watch the four seasons of Fu Fanchen.

Although I have encountered a bottleneck in my practice.

Although it has been in this Jindan realm for decades.

But no matter what, even if he wasn't a top-level monk, he wouldn't let an outcast of Xianju Mountain, who was nothing, be so humiliated.

Moreover, this outcast only opened the ban on the circle.

Fu Fanchen believes that relying on his own strength, it should be easy to crush such ants.

What's more, just to relieve the loneliness that had accumulated too much before, I played a little too much and didn't do my best.

Fu Fanchen handed over the somewhat broken scroll from his right hand to his left hand, completely immersed his right hand in the aura spewed out from his fingertips, and watched the wound in his palm heal quickly, and then replied lightly, "Don't say whether you can stab me, or whether I will allow you to be wild like this, just the numbers, I'm afraid that you won't be able to stab you to death." ''

As he spoke, the scroll in his hand flickered with an ink-colored halo, and the pierced trace disappeared in the halo.

A gust of wind rose.

Mixed with snowflakes brought up.

In the flying snowflakes, the blue sword had already reached Fu Fanchen's eyes.

The man with the sword looked at him calmly, the tip of the sword piercing into his black shirt.

The sword did only pierce the black shirt.

The sword came too fast.

But Fu Fanchen was already on guard, he had the advantage of the realm, he had the experience of killing people without calculation, and he had already made a retreat when the wind rose.

"After killing so many people, how many books do you have to read to atone for this sin?"

While Chu Jiangkai stabbed this sword, he also opened his mouth to mock.

This sentence made Fu Fanchen's retreating figure pause.

It was just a flash of lightning.

But this moment was enough for Chu Jiangkai.

It didn't even take that long for the sword to pierce into the flesh of the black robe.

Anterior ventral puncture.

The back of the waist is stabbed.

This sword pierced through Fu Fanchen's inner mansion.

The fierce sword qi shattered his dantian, and the golden pill in the dantian that countless cultivators had dreamed of turned into a handful of powder.

Fu Fanchen looked at Chu Jiangkai who was holding the sword dumbfounded, with an incredible expression.

This sword is not deadly.

But for a practitioner, it is more deadly than deadly.

Chu Jiangkai understands this kind of pain and is very willing to use this pain as a counterattack.

Fu Fanchen's extremely handsome face turned pale at this time, and the muscles of his entire face trembled involuntarily.

The pain of the flesh is nothing, and the golden pill that has taken most of his life has turned into powder, which is the real pain.

"How many people did you kill?"

Chu Jiangkai looked at this face that had become a little crazy, and asked unhurriedly.

This sentence was said at this time, and it had the flavor of braille and heart-wrenching.

Fu Fanchen keenly smelled this smell, just like the sensitivity of a debtor to borrowing money.