Mo Sifan is still suppressing the injuries in his body, Aunt Yun is still fighting with Su Mu, and the great monk has not yet escaped the encirclement.

Zhou Chenhai is stepping into a desperate situation step by step. Everyone was aware of it, but no one could come to their aid.

Zhou Chenhai, who is isolated and helpless, can only rely on himself.

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The thunder arrow was shooting head-on, and the target was directly at the Zhong Yu Sword.

Time seemed to stand still in this moment.

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Countless thoughts flashed through Zhou Chenhai's mind. He felt that Zhong Yujian was still alive, and he silently confided in his heart.

"Old, if we learn to be more tactful and sophisticated, we can save our lives, right?"

"If we put aside our so-called dignity and just want to live in the world, it is not impossible to take revenge in the future, right?"

"We're still too young, aren't we?"

These depressing thoughts flashed, and Zhou Chenhai's heart sank.

He muttered, "No, you won't, and neither will I." We are the same kind of people. ”

"We can't do it, we can't do it and we can't abandon our dignity. ”

"We would rather die than keep the bottom line of being human beings. ”

"I've never called you a senior brother, I knew that today, I should have called you a senior brother. ”

"Won't it be too late to call you senior brother now?"

"Senior brother, I want to bring your body back to the mountain gate, and we will go home together!"

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The Thunderbolt was already in sight, and it seemed too late to block it at this point.

Zhou Chenhai's thoughts were like light, constantly flying. Scenes from the depths of memory also surfaced at this moment.

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It was a sunny day seven years ago. Zhou Chenhai, who is only six years old, is sitting on the lap of his father Zhou Qingfeng, listening to him play the bamboo flute. The sound of the flute is crisp and melodious, like the cry of a yellow warbler, like a wild goose singing.

Listening to the graceful sound of the flute, Zhou Chenhai couldn't help but look up at his father. He noticed that his father's eyes flashed with a deep blue light.

He couldn't help asking, "Daddy, why are your eyes sometimes black and sometimes blue?"

Zhou Qingfeng put down the bamboo flute, gently stroked Zhou Chenhai's little head, and said gently: "Xiaohai, do you want to be like Daddy, who also has a pair of blue eyes?"

Zhou Chenhai clapped his hands excitedly, "Okay, okay! I also want to have a pair of blue eyes, blue eyes are so beautiful!"

Zhou Qingfeng smiled and said, "Then Daddy will teach you a poem first, and you will learn it." Daddy will tell you how to have blue eyes. Okay, okay?"

Zhou Chenhai pursed his lips, "Okay, for the sake of blue eyes, I can only learn Daddy's inexplicable limericks." ”

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but laugh, he said, "Xiaohai, listen well. I say one word, you learn one sentence. ”

Zhou Qingfeng: "Follow me: Yang Chongqi Sea." ”

Zhou Chenhai: "Yang Chongqi Sea." ”

Zhou Qingfeng: "Yin runs through the wall. ”

Zhou Chenhai: "Yin runs through the wall. ”

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"Yang rushes into the sea of qi, and yin runs through the wall. Taiyuan travels to Zhongfu, and Tianzong enters the soul gate. The twelve meridians turn around the sky, and the eight strange veins gather in Kunlun. The left eye is staring at the sun and the moon, the right eye is focused on the stars, the eyes are as deep as the sea, and the eyes are fixed on the ............"

The light blue light burst out in Zhou Chenhai's eyes, like two twinkling blue stars, which was particularly eye-catching.

Under these sparkling eyes, a momentum of power without anger is undoubtedly revealed!

Zhou Chenhai stretched out his right hand and grabbed it when the thunder arrow was about to hit the Zhongyu Sword!

Seeing this scene, Crane Picking Star was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and he noticed the changes in Zhou Chenhai's body. The difference is so great that it's like a different person.

Zhou Chenhai's cultivation was growing, the true qi on his body was surging, and layers of wind were flattening the ground, rushing straight up from Zhou Chenhai's feet!

Crane picked up the star and said: "How can this kid's cultivation grow so fast? Even the speed of his attack is more than twice as fast as before! What is the matter with his eyes? What the hell!"

The blocked Thunderbolt erupted in a powerful burst of thunder. Countless thunderbolts entangled in the arrows, and the thunder arrows suddenly turned into a small sun.

Zhou Chenhai grabbed it firmly, letting the thunder and lightning crackle, constantly tearing the skin on his hands. The thunder and lightning tore more than ten bloody wounds on his hand, but even so, the Ben Thunder Arrow still did not break free from Zhou Chenhai's palm.

Zhou Chenhai used all his strength and said firmly: "Don't you think about it! Touch him again!!

He let out a long roar full of energy, and as the whistle rushed out of his mouth, Zhou Chenhai forcibly reversed the direction of the thunder arrow with his own strength. At this time, the thunder arrow is pointing at the crane in turn!

He Zhuxing almost lost the ability to think, and said to himself: "Impossible! This is impossible! How can a kid who only cultivates qi realm change the direction of the thunder arrow with his bare hands? This is impossible!"

The Thunder Arrow had already been shot in reverse, and Crane Picking Star was so surprised that he forgot to dodge the Thunder Arrow. This arrow was like a rainbow, and it instantly penetrated the right arm of the crane picking star!

"Ahh

The crane picked the stars and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow, he hurriedly clicked on several big points on his right arm, quickly stopped the bleeding, and then turned his head to look at Zhou Chenhai.

This time, he learned to be obedient, and he didn't rush to make a move, but held back his anger and observed what happened to Zhou Chenhai and why it became so weird.

On the other hand, Zhou Chenhai, this young man suddenly woke up from a big dream. It was only at this moment that he realized that he had another divine skill in him, which his father had taught him a long time ago.

Not far away, Liu Qingmeng and the white-clothed scholar were meditating and healing. The disciples of the Water Cloud Palace and the Hundred Flowers Pavilion were also watching the battles between the several parties in the cave from the sidelines.

Everyone who heard the movement couldn't help but look at Zhou Chenhai. When they saw Zhou Chenhai's eyes, everyone shuddered.

Those pale blue eyes are smart and deep, but they also reveal an amazing majesty!

Liu Qingmeng's gaze was exactly opposite to Zhou Chenhai.

Just by looking at each other, Liu Qingmeng was like falling into an ice cave, and his whole body was stiff!

Zhou Chenhai's gaze swept over everyone one by one, and everyone broke out in a cold sweat, not daring to move.

Zhou Chenhai's expression was indifferent, and his pale blue eyes were like a thousand years of ice. He stretched out his arms, palms down, fingers moving slightly, as if to grasp something.

There was a dull vibration in the air, and two ripples spread outward from Zhou Chenhai's palms.

A long trilling sound sounded from the cave wall, and the Wind Sword, which had been firmly embedded in the rock wall, began to shake from side to side.

Not far away, countless bubbles bubbled up in the water of the lotus pond, like hot water boiling.

Zhou Chenhai: "The wind and clouds are back!"

A muffled voice rang out, and two swords moved in response. The Wind Sword broke free from the rock wall, and the Cirrus Sword pierced through the water. The two swords returned to Zhou Chenhai at the same time!

Zhou Chenhai held the double sword in his hand and waved it gently. The hunting wind spreads outward with the swing of the blade.

Zhou Chenhai raised his sword and pointed at the crane pick-up star, and said expressionlessly: "Today, I will definitely make you pay the price." ”

The crane picks the stars, and the hair rises all over his body. He had already sensed that Zhou Chenhai's cultivation at the moment had reached the peak of the Void Breaking Realm, faintly approaching the Dao Realm!

With the cultivation of the Crane Picking Star Condensing Yuan Primordial Realm, he shouldn't have been afraid. But for some reason, in the face of the cold-eyed young man in front of him, he couldn't help but tremble.

He shouted almost frantically: "Huangkou Xiao'er, don't be rampant! And no matter how strange you are, if you want to defeat the Ning Yuan Realm by breaking through the void realm, it is simply an egg hitting a stone, wishful thinking! You are just a small weakling, you can't win against me!"

Zhou Chenhai's expression became calmer and calmer, and his heart became more and more determined. At this moment, he exudes a heart-warming charm.

He remembered his experiences over the years, recalled his humble and insignificant self, recalled himself who could only run away in the face of danger, and recalled himself who cried in front of his parents' graves. He couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly.

He said softly, "Yes, I have always known about my own insignificance and the fact that I am weak. ”

"I'm a person who hates myself. Obviously, I always want to cheer up, but I will still be timid, I will run away, and I will cry. ”

"I also want to change and want to be a reliable person. ”

He looked at Zhong Yujian lying on the ground, and a smile spread across his face.

"Now I understand that I can't run away anymore and I won't run away anymore. It's not a question of whether I can win or not, but I'm going to fight no matter what!"

He turned his head to look at Crane Picking Star, and said in a deep voice: "I am indeed a small weakling, but from this moment on, let me, a weakling, choke the throat of you strong people!"

Zhou Chenhai turned his body sideways, and his two swords were tucked at his waist. The wind and the clouds intertwined, converging on the two swords.

He lowered his head and his bangs obscured his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

I just listened to him say something slowly.

"The eighth style of the Fengyun Sword Technique, the Cloud Condensing Style!"

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