"Dance?" The old man had been cultivating for so many years, and it was the first time he heard this reaction from the monk to be slaughtered. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info for a while he was a little overwhelmed, and he didn't hate it at the first time.

In the next moment, a white bone cone had flown in. The old man's expression was numb, and the mass of true qi in the air changed rapidly, instantly turning into the appearance just now.

Chu Fei had a hideous smile on his face, because he had already used his true yuan with this bone-breaking awl.

The sharp bone-breaking awl struck the thin true qi, and the originally tough true qi encountered a terrifying sharp needle, and was torn to pieces by the bone-breaking cone in an instant.

The velocity of the cone osteoclasts has not decreased, and there is even a tendency to continue to increase a little. The power is getting bigger and bigger, and Chu Fei's face unconsciously brings a little triumphant smile.

But the next scene made Chu Fei a little sad, because the old man had already experienced countless battles, how could he not know that Chu Fei was now fighting to the death. When the first film breaks, the second film follows. The second layer of film is broken, and that is the third layer.

When several layers of film shattered into pieces, the originally unstoppable bone cone once again stayed in the old man's hands. The old man's expression was still calm as usual, and he threw Chu Fei's bone-breaking awl aside lightly.

"You're not a foundation building monk!" Chu Fei suddenly opened his eyes and said loudly.

The old man didn't react, he didn't seem to want to have any contact with the lamb to the slaughter.

"I know, you must be a Jindan monk of the Liuyun Sect, because he was dying, he abolished the Jindan and turned into a foundation building powerhouse, and then entered the sword realm to compete for opportunities. Chu Fei spoke eloquently, telling the truth that the old man did not want to say.

But these could not touch the old man's heart, because he had already prepared desperately. On the first day he arrived at the Sword Realm, he knew that his life would die here. But for the grand goal of the sect, he is willing to become a moth to the fire, and he is willing to burn himself to light up the sect he has shared his life.

The old man got closer and closer, and the true qi around him was dotted, preventing Chu Fei's remaining attacks. Chu Fei laughed, raised his hand, and faced the old man again.

"Alright, old fellow, I've had enough fun, now I'm going to beat you to the ground!"

Suddenly, the old man seemed to hear the best joke in the world, and a smile appeared on the corner of his shriveled mouth. But after a moment, there was a little more horror on his face.

No! It's not a bone breaker! It's a... Rain!he ......... He saw a heavy rain coming towards him. He struggled to open his eyes, trying to see what was above the rain.

He......... See!

It was a hideous face, and a kind of doubt arose spontaneously, for he clearly found that the face above the rain curtain was the lamb that had been slaughtered in his hands.

It's not a rain, it's a myriad of bone-breaking awls. One, two, no, ten! Twenty! It was the bone-breaking awls that he couldn't count for a while that rained down.

"You're crazy! You're really crazy!" he had already made countless guesses, he guessed that Chu Fei would fight back to death, he guessed that Chu Fei would burn the true yuan, but he never expected Chu Fei to be crazy to such an extent.

No! Absolutely not! A normal pre-foundation building monk would never have such a True Qi to release so many bone-breaking awls. They could release a maximum of three, maybe five, or at most ten, but such a bone-breaking awl like a raindrop was absolutely impossible.

He didn't have time to think about it anymore, and in an instant, he didn't have a chance to release more true qi. He condensed the true qi in the air at his core, trying to get a brief respite after fending off the first wave.

The true yuan flowed extremely fast under the invocation of his will, and the bone breaking cone was already close at hand. He began to roar inwardly, and for the first time his numb face showed panic.

"Please do a dance with me, it's a finger dance. Chu Fei's face was hideous, the corners of his mouth were smiling, and the bone-breaking awl brought him extremely strong pleasure. This pleasure is rooted in the bone marrow, penetrates the soul, and makes him want to stop. The only thing he wants to do now is to keep firing the bone-breaking awl and constantly release the desire in his body. Chu Fei is crazy, he has never released it heartily, he is a taste of marrow, just like the love of men and women, constantly eroding Chu Fei.

One breath, in this short to incomparably short time, the old man experienced the most dangerous moment in his life. His arm was shattered directly by the bone crust, and he had two large gaps in his chest. The beating internal organs, the peristaltic intestines, everything is vivid.

The old man had an expression of disbelief on his face, but the Rolling True Yuan had already been released.

Chu Fei had already closed the fountain of life at this moment, and his crippled body no longer had any support. Only the left hand still has a small piece of crystalline bone. He laughed, not at all afraid of the old man's true yuan, he shouted with all his strength: "Haha, Lao Tzu wants to give himself the last bone-breaking awl." With that, he adjusted what little arm he had left, and a bone-breaking cone had been fired at a rapid pace.

In the next second, the bone breaking cone pierced Chu Fei's skull and flew into the sky with a thick liquid. Chu Fei lay on the ground weakly, he seemed to have lost all his life.

Seeing this, the old man was extremely emotional in his heart, and the original boiling true qi was even more boiling, but all the true yuan returned to his body. The huge wound was covered by true qi, and the originally crazy face had been twisted into a ball. But he could not speak, because the boy who had been hit hard had committed suicide in his eyes.

He turned around and held his mutilated body, like a pilgrim monk, following the back of his young master step by step for the mission of the sect.

Suddenly, an extremely sharp breath penetrated into his ass. Once again, he felt the last of his life quietly disappear in his body.

In his last will, he turned his gaze, and he found a young man in good condition looking at him with a smile. He was muscular, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes shone like the sun.

"Is that you?" said the old man's last words, with despair and doubt, for he clearly remembered that the young man had killed himself. The blood on the ground, the warm brain, the ruddy blood, should have recorded the death of this young man.

But he stood behind him alive and killed himself with a bone-breaking awl.

No, he should be crippled, why ......... now?

The thoughts could no longer continue, and the old man's last consciousness was swallowed up by the boundless darkness.

The moment he dissolved the golden pill, the soul was gone.

Chu Fei stood in place and took a deep breath slowly.