Long Aotian [Transmigration Book]

"You let me use a knife?"

Ye Feizhe looked at the knife in his hand with strange eyes, and even his tone of voice rose a little bit.

Su Buping didn't think much about it, and asked back of course: "Isn't it good to use a knife?"

"Evil | Religion."

Ye Feizhe uttered two words decisively.

Nonsense, of course not good.

Ye Feizhe is a swordsman, and the number one swordsman in the world.

As we all know, sword cultivators don't hesitate to pay any price for the way of the sword, so naturally they devote themselves to the sword and are determined.

Ye Feizhe asked him: "Do you eat coriander?"

Su Buping: "..."

What is the relationship between knives and cults?

What is the relationship between evil|religion and coriander?

Fortunately, Ye Fei didn't expect him to answer, and said coldly: "A sword is to sword repairers, just like coriander is to ordinary people. They are cults that cannot be avoided, understand?"

"I understand."

Ye Feizhe clarified what he said, and Su Buping couldn't help being a bit ridiculous: "But do you want to see the situation outside before talking?"

They were only separated from the outside by a window, the first floor of the carriage.

Moxiu, who was at the peak of Jindan, stood with his hands behind his back, but his aura was not to be underestimated, as if he would explode and hurt people at any time.

The father and son of the Bai family opposite him had strange expressions, as if they were at a loss.

On the one hand, they deeply remembered Bai Ruoyu's hatred, and wished they could dismantle Hehuanzong immediately to avenge their hatred.

On the other hand, they are very afraid that Jindan Moxiu will pursue their dereliction of duty, expose their true identities in full view of the public, and dare not do anything.

It can be said that the seconds are like years, and it is very tormented.

As for Chu You, he was at a stalemate with the suzerain of Hehuan.

No matter how shameless the Sect Master of Hehuan is, he is still at the peak of Foundation Establishment, and he has the Zongmen Great Formation and Golden Core Demon Cultivation for him, occupying all the advantages of the location and harmony, and is firmly in the upper hand.

In comparison, Chu You can be said to be in danger every step of the way, full of dangers.

"The head of the Chu family is obviously young and promising. Wouldn't it be good to stay in the Chu family and enjoy the blessings? Why come to the Hehuan Sect to ask for trouble for a mere plaything?"

Sect Master Hehuan pretended to be regretful and sighed.

What he said about his regrets was different, but when the Sect Master Hehuan made a move, it was so fierce that Chu You dodged it, barely brushing against his cheeks and neck, cutting off a few strands of hair.

"Fortunately, I am a person who loves and is soft-hearted. Patriarch Chu is willing to bow his head to me, admit his mistakes and be soft, and then hand over Ye Feizhe. I can treat Patriarch Chu as nothing happened and not pursue Patriarch Chu's offense. "

Leaning on the east wind, the suzerain of the Hehuan Sect drifted away, and he was a different person from the Chu family begging for help with snot and tears.

What about a young genius?What about the head of the Chu family?Isn't it the same as begging for mercy under his palm now?

Chu You said two words: "Worry."

The head of Hehuan Sect waited tirelessly, but still did not wait for Chu You to say a word.

Only the unabated sword edge, and the young man's gaze that could split him in half like an eagle or a falcon.

Under that kind of vision, the Suzerain of Hehuan felt like the earth on the ground.

He hated being underestimated the most in his life, and immediately said angrily: "Okay! Sure enough, you don't cry when you see the coffin. Today I will teach you how to write the word regret!"

Ye Fei turned his gaze back, his face remained unchanged: "I saw it."

The Hehuan Sect is more than just the foundation-building peak of the Hehuan Sect Master.

There is also the magic cultivator at the peak of Jindan, and the great formation that has been accumulated for a hundred years.

However, Chu You was single and weak, with only his own foundation building cultivation.

Such a decline cannot be reversed by a little illusory talent, or an intangible will and determination.

"So I'm going out."

Su Buping was still blocking the door curtain, leaning on the wall of the car with his elbows, and swept across him with a half-smile: "It's up to you?"

Ye Feizhe said calmly, "Yes, it's up to me."

His voice was like a handful of frost and snow hanging on the osmanthus branches on the top of the cloud, exuding the coldness of being isolated from the world: "I don't like to owe others."

He doesn't like to owe Chuyou, so he has to go out and solve things.

He doesn't like to be unjust, so he doesn't know how to pick up the knife.

Su Buping asked with great interest: "Even if it means losing your life for this?"

For Ye Feizhe, the situation outside is a fatal situation?

Ye Feizhe didn't even raise his eyebrows: "If it's more comfortable for me to die than owe others, I won't regret it."

What's more, he didn't think he would die.

Su Buping laughed out loud.

Ye Feizhe quietly watched him smile.

After a long while, Su Buping stopped laughing and said to himself, "Interesting."

He rejected the knife that Ye Feizhe returned to him with an unquestionable gesture, "I don't need to return the knife. It's not my favor, it's itself—"

Su Buping's eyes lingered on the seal script of the three characters "Bu Ping Shi" for a moment, and if there was any deep meaning, he no longer lingered: "It chose you by itself. What kind of debt is it to let the knife recognize the master by its ability?"

Ye Fei twisted his wrist and weighed the knife of Injustice: "So it's my knife now?"

Su Buping had a good temper and said, "It's yours."

"I can use it however I want?"

"Correct."

Su Buping thought about how expensive Ye Feizhe looked, he didn't seem like he would be reckless, and the person who used it to chop meat and vegetables agreed readily.

After all, he underestimated Ye Feizhe too much.

"Well."

Ye Feizhe pushed him away and got off the carriage: "Even so, you also said that I got the knife by my ability."

He casually tossed the saber at the dense disciples of the Hehuan Sect, the attendants of the Chu and Bai families, and the subordinates of Moxiu: "This saber——"

There was a dull collision sound, just at this time Ye Fei turned his head sideways, and smiled at Su Buping, his eyebrows and eyes curved: "The capable ones live."

His smile was full of provocation, and after a leisurely turn in his eyes, an astonishingly radiant color flowed out.

Ye Feizhe hummed softly in his heart.

This is the consequence of handing the knife in front of the sword repairer.

It's far more serious than passing coriander to ordinary people.

He advised Su Buping not to step on the line easily next time.

I don't know how he threw the knife, but Ye Feizhe, an ordinary person with no strength to restrain a chicken, threw the knife casually, and it hit the head of the golden core demon Xiu Luoyang.

It's not that Luo Yang doesn't want to give way.

But when he was about to dodge, his figure was held in place by an inexplicable force, and he was not allowed to resist.

So Luo Yang was stabbed firmly in the head, and a big lump swelled up.

He jumped up, didn't bother to cover his head, grabbed the injustice, and shouted angrily: "Who doesn't have eyes and dares to throw things at me?"

"sorry."

Ye Feizhe said to Su Buping without sincerity: "It seems that I couldn't find a good home for your knife."

Su Buping: "..."

Forgive him for his bluntness, although there are more than a hundred people blocking the entrance of the mountain, but looking around, except for Ye Feizhe and that kid surnamed Chu, there is no good place to go.

They are all the same garbage, what kind of garbage should we classify?

Luo Yang stared at the injustice, and sneered sullenly: "Since you hit me, you must be ready to pay the price!"

He exerted a little force with his hands, intending to break the knife in half to vent his hatred!

A crisp "pop" sound.

Luo Yang covered his red face, and because he was so dazed, he showed a bewildered expression.

His subordinates opened their mouths even more, unable to believe what they saw with their own eyes.

What did they see?

Luo Yang, a majestic and majestic demon cultivator at the peak of Jindan, used [-]% of his strength, but he couldn't break a broken knife?

No no no, that's not the most important thing.

The most important thing is that this broken knife hit Luo Yang's face with the handle in turn?

Can knives also become fine? ? ?

"My lord." Luo Yang's deputy stammered, eyes dodging:

"Do you feel that this knife, and the Holy One..."

A bit like?

The deputy did not dare to say the last three words, for fear of offending.

In fact, it has been his life's courage to squeeze out the word "Holy Venerable".

Not long ago, several Mahayana peaks of the Mo Dao fought back and forth, but they couldn't find anyone who could overwhelm the demons and become the Demon Lord.

In addition, the celestial phenomenon was different, and the holy knife was awakened. The Mahayana venerables were impatient with the endless civil war, so they simply gritted their teeth and pushed the holy knife to become the leader of the demonic way.

For this reason, they spread the word widely, informed the group of demons, held a meeting of all demons, and worshiped the holy knife.

Luo Yang and his deputy both had the Golden Core Realm, so they managed to get two invitations.

They were crowded among hundreds of thousands of demon cultivators, and they looked at the holy knife from a distance of [-] miles, but at least they saw the holy knife.

The deputy looked more and more like him.

The same slender blade, inlaid with gold and black scabbard,

Even the streamline trend and pattern distribution are exactly the same, and there is no second one.

"Bold!"

Luo Yang slapped the deputy on the head heavily, and said disdainfully:

"You compare it with the Holy One, you are offending the Holy One!"

Su Buping: "..."

Luo Yang was very confident: "There is such a sea of ​​swords growing in this world, could it be that all of them are saints?"

The deputy thought this was the reason, shrank his head and dared not speak.

Luo Yang: "Besides, is it possible that you are my deputy, and you are the deputy of everyone in the world? Could it be that the kid from the Bai family has the word Jin in his name, and he is a piece of beautiful jade, the same person as Zhou Gongjin?"

The inexplicably looked down upon Bai Ruojin: "..."

Thank you, his name is Jin Fahai.

Luo Yang finally ended with a powerful sneer: "What's wrong with the shape of this knife similar to the Holy One? Could it be really the Holy One?"

The deputy nodded in conviction, and complimented: "This subordinate is stupid, it's because the adults think deeply and see far."

Su Buping: "..."

After that person died, what kind of messy group of demons danced in the magic way?

When I go back, I should take care of it.

Being so praised, Luo Yang proudly uttered a syllable from the tip of his nose.

Even though he said so, he still had some scruples about the wickedness of this knife, handed it to his assistant and said, "You come to destroy him, and I will hate you for being attacked."

The deputy took it obediently, and when he wanted to use his strength as promised——

With a familiar "pa", this time he was hit on the face, and his left cheek suddenly swelled up.

Luo Yang: "..."

He didn't give up, and waved his hand to signal the Patriarch of the Bai family to come over: "You have a try too."

The Patriarch of the Bai family glanced at him with a big bump on his head and his deputy's swollen cheeks. The desire to run away had never been so strong.

But due to Luo Yang's fighting power, the Patriarch of the Bai family still endured it.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he exerted force!

There was still a "snap".

The patriarch of the Bai family was swollen symmetrically with his deputy. The deputy's left cheek was swollen, and his right cheek was swollen.

Luo Yang: "..."

If he was unwilling to give up before, now he simply wants to see how many moths this knife can unleash.

He waved to Bai Ruojin: "Come here."

Bai Ruojin believed that she was not Fa Hai after all, and didn't have the skill to turn down a Leifeng Pagoda, so she could only obediently accept her fate and get beaten with a jackknife.

Before he touched the edge of the knife, the crisp "pop" sounded one after another.

This knife's hatred towards Bai Ruojin seemed to be extraordinarily deep and heavy. Others were slapped in the face or head, but he was the only one who was slapped from head to toe.

For a moment, Bai Ruojin didn't know where to cover it up, she just felt that she was swollen like a child of three hundred catties.

The three hundred catties that were beaten out.

Luo Yang's curiosity was completely aroused by this knife.

As if he had been beaten with chicken blood, he called his subordinates of the magic way, the disciples of the Hehuan Sect, and the monks of the Baichu family to try it out one by one.

Then all the people who tried were beaten up.

The whole venue was bruised and swollen, and the crowd was wailing everywhere.

How could it be described as miserable?

Finally, Luo Yang put the knife in front of Ye Feizhe: "You have a try."

He originally wanted to inflict all kinds of torture on Ye Feizhe, so that he could tear him into pieces after torturing him, so as to eliminate his hatred of being smashed.

However, the evil spirit of this knife really aroused Luo Yang's curiosity.

He decided to keep Ye Feizhe until the moment he was beaten with a knife, and then began to torture Ye Feizhe.

Ye Feizhe didn't say a word, just reached out and took the knife.

Luo Yang focused his attention on Ye Feizhe, waiting for the moment when that miraculous face would be swollen.

One breath passed.

The long knife with black sheath lay quietly in Ye Feizhe's hand, which could be called well-behaved.

After two breaths passed, Ye Feizhe twitched his hand and pulled out the blade with a stabbing sound.

What Luo Yang said is actually true, all swords and swords mostly look the same.

They are all made of bright and sharp metal. After they are finished, the cold light is like snow, and the blade is as bright as water.

Even when praising good knives and swords, they all use the same kind of hair-cutting, unstoppable.

The one in Ye Feizhe's hand was different.

Starting from the pattern at the bottom of the scabbard, it is clearly a decorative pattern, but it seems that the words "Lao Tzu is number one in the world" are clearly engraved on the scabbard.

evil star.

After Ye Feizhe saw the knife, this idea was the first thing that popped into his mind.

This knife is really like a peerless evil star.

There is the most vast and boundless power, but also the most vicious and ruthless, it depends on whether the knife holder can hold down the knife.

The hell in the clouds is all within the thought of the knife holder.

If it is good, it will look down on all living beings, and if it is bad, it will be backlashed to the point of losing its soul.

Three breaths, four breaths, five breaths...

Luo Yang and his party waited and waited, rubbing their eyes again and again, but they didn't wait for the familiar "pop".

Both Ye Feizhe and the knife were intact.

He was so sad and incredulous that he didn't even care about maintaining his aura at the peak of his golden core: "You, you, what is the origin of this knife and what is the relationship?"

Su Buping got out of the car at some point, and smiled slowly at Ye Feizhe.

"I told you that the knife chose you."

He pressed back the corners of his mouth contemptuously, as if he disdained the melee in front of him: "It's too beautiful to think about being a next-timer with that kind of stuff."

Su Buping didn't lie, Ye Feizhe realized.

When he grasped the injustice, there was a natural fit in his heart, such as the peach blossoms in spring meet the rain in spring, the maple leaves in autumn meet the wind in autumn, and the first quarter moon meets the last quarter moon.

That is a kind of closely linked, inseparable destiny.

That is his knife.

Ye Feizhe looked at the injustice, and suddenly had such an absurd idea.

He knew that he had a natal saber named Chitose Worry.

He knew that he had practiced swords for a hundred years, and it was impossible for him to change his sword and change his sword.

But this knife should be his.

"Are you dead?"

Luo Yang flicked the whip twice angrily, and threw loud whip flowers in the air: "Didn't I hear that I gave you face and asked you something? If you don't talk anymore, I think you don't want your face anymore!"

He swung his whip like a thunderbolt, flying towards Ye Fei's door like a snake or a dragon!

"Whether I'm dead or not, don't you know now?"

Ye Fei was unafraid of the long whip that was coming with menacing force and could make the foundation establishment cultivators kneel down and beg for mercy.

The whip was only an inch from his eye.

Many people present closed their eyes, no longer daring to look.

The disfigurement of a beauty, like a jade shattering, is always heartbreaking.

However, the eyeball-breaking scene happened.

Ye Feizhe still stood where he was, without changing his posture and distance.

Contrary to him is Luo Yang.

His figure retreated backwards, and the long whip that had shrunk so quickly that it almost turned into an afterimage, slashed through the air, and whipped up gusts of wind that hurt his face.

what happened? ? ?

Bai Ruojin's eyes were swollen from rubbing, but she couldn't figure out all the key points.

With Luo Yang's cultivation level, he could easily catch a hundred or ten thousand Ye Feizhe with his eyes closed.

But looking at Luo Yang's performance just now, it was obvious that Ye Feizhe had the ultimate move in his hand that he had to dodge three points, so he hurriedly avoided it.

What killer move does Ye Feizhe have in his hand, which can threaten Luo Yang who is close to Yuan Ying?

Only Ye Feizhe and Luo Yang knew about it.

It is an invisible sword intent.

The scariest thing about a swordsman is never the sword move itself, but how much true meaning he can comprehend in the way of the sword.

Ye Fei's reputation as number one in the world before he crossed the catastrophe was not a vain name.

In terms of sword intent, he is naturally the most condensed and sharpest, reaching the level of killing people with sword intent 800 years ago.

Although he lost all his cultivation in the other world and had to start over from scratch, Ye Fei still had the intention to fold the sword.

That ray of sword intent was not much, but to Luo Yang, it was like the most formidable barrier, making him unable to breathe.

That's not something he can see.

The movement of heaven, the laws of nature, and the migration of the sun, moon and stars were all broken and disrupted by this sword.

This sword was originally going against the sky, so arrogant that it trampled on the established rules under its feet.

Therefore, this ray of sword intent is not bound by the realm, and Ye Fei, an ordinary person, can jump several levels and point directly at the golden core!

Luo Yang retreated fast enough, but there was still a gash between his eyebrows, leaving bright red blood behind.

Ye Fei folded it up and stayed where he was, with a knife in one hand and a sword in the other:

"Well, should I know if I'm a dead man now?"

Luo Yang silently broke out in a cold sweat.

If he had dodged that sword a little later...

Luo Yang dare not imagine.

It wasn't his brow that opened, but his brain!

When did Raozhou have such a hidden master?

When he was secretly nervous, the Suzerain of Hehuan on the other side laughed wildly:

"Hahahaha! Children of the Chu family, are you going to die at my hands today?"

With the addition of the Great Array of Protecting Mountains, the strength of the Suzerain Sect Master has been raised by a whole level, which is equivalent to Jindan.

After Chu You fought hard, it was at the end of his strength. The aura shot by the Hehuan Sect Master was enough to teach him that he could not dodge, and cut deep bloody wounds on his body one after another.

The Lord Hehuan was like a cat catching a mouse, seeing Chu You in a mess, he felt infinitely happy, deliberately kept his hand, and tortured Chu You slowly.

The wounds scratched by his spiritual power were quite shallow, far from being fatal, but once there were too many, densely covered his body, the amount of blood that flowed out alone was no small matter.

Chu You will gradually lose strength due to excessive blood loss, but practitioners are different from ordinary people, and their consciousness is still clear.

The superposition of wounds one after another is tantamount to infinitely magnifying the pain of Chu You being cut by a blunt knife.

He will always be under this kind of pain, until he is unable to hold the sword, until he loses with hatred, until... he dies without regret.

When it comes to the means of torturing people, the suzerain of the Hehuan Sect has a lot of experience.

His face was flushed with excitement: "It's enough for me to have a Patriarch of the Chu family die by my hands."

Ye Feizhe listened to all of these.

It's not that he doesn't know Chu You's plight.

It's just that Luo Yang's Jindan peak is the most powerful one among this group of people. He must first teach Luo Yang an unforgettable lesson to calm him down, so that Ye Feizhe can rest assured to help Chu You deal with the Suzerain.

Ye Feizhe originally thought that he would be able to support until the moment when the Suzerain of Hehuan was defeated.

It was he who overestimated the strength of himself and this body.

The sword intent that forced Luo Yang back just now exhausted Ye Feizhe's strength. After the first strike, let alone the second strike, just standing still exhausted all of Ye Feizhe's willpower.

From his soul to his body, he was extremely exhausted.

Ye Feizhe confirmed that if he dared to strike again, what awaited him would not be as simple as exhaustion.

I'm afraid it's... death and soul disappearance.

As long as he has the cultivation base and spiritual power of refining Qi to support him, he will not fall into such a dilemma.

Ye Feizhe closed his eyes, remembering what he said in answer to Su Buping.

Of course he didn't want to abandon the sword and use the knife, but there were some things he had to do.

Chu You couldn't wait for him to practice Qi Refining.

The original owner's blood feud couldn't wait for him to cultivate Qi.

In an instant, Ye Fei made up his mind.

His eyes shot at Su Buping: "You said that this knife chose me."

Su Buping was as good as others, and responded harmoniously: "I can guarantee that what I said is true."

"I believe what you say is true."

Ye Feizhe nodded sharply: "Since I was the one who chose this knife, I don't thank you for borrowing the knife, but I owe you the favor of giving the knife."

His fingers caught the knife.

Ye Feizhe had never learned a knife before, nor had he put his mind to it.

The strange thing is that the moment he grasped the injustice, he understood how to hold the knife, how to use it, and how to chop it.

He borrowed a lot of spiritual power and the mystery of the Dao of the Sword from the place of injustice.

This knife grew naturally in his hand.

Chu You's black clothes were completely stained with blood.

Sect Master Hehuan leisurely raised his hand, wanting to borrow some spiritual power from the runes, and when he forced Chu You to push harder——

With a bang.

There is a sword light falling together.

Ye Fei folded the knife and slashed from top to bottom. The movements were simple, crisp and smooth.

The sword light is also clean, without any gaudy shadows and changes.

The white light of the sword dissipated, and the silver light of the formation gradually dimmed.

It turned out that the simple knife split the rune into two, leaving only a canyon-like crack, silently implying that the rune was irreparable.

The excited expression of the Sect Master of Hehuan Sect disappeared completely, and he trembled all over: "Impossible! How can the formation of our Hehuan Sect that has been passed down for more than a hundred years be destroyed?"

Ye Feizhe swung his knife for the second time.

This time it was a horizontal split.

It's still a knife, the light of the knife is scattered, and the pattern is destroyed.

The Hehuan Sect Master seemed to be crazy, regardless of wanting to mobilize all the power of the rest of the formation, and killed Ye Feizhe in one fell swoop.

Ye Feizhe flicked his wrist, the tip of the knife curved like a crescent moon.

Look no further.

Hehuan Sect Master heard the loud sound of the bluestone collapsing at the mountain gate and knew that the mountain guard array was gone.

He was still proud a moment ago, thinking that he had a chance to win, he humiliated and played with Chu You to his heart's content, enjoying the pleasure of this young genius being defeated by him.

The next moment, Ye Feizhe's three swords poured cold water on his head, driving him into the abyss and letting others slaughter him.

"impossible!"

Sect Master Hehuan couldn't help shaking his head, and backed away again and again until he fell to the ground with his buttocks.

He hugged his knees, even though he was curled up, he was still shaking violently, and yelled, "You are not Ye Feizhe at all! What kind of monster are you?"

The Ye Feizhe that Hehuan Sect Master knew was honest, cowardly, and timid. When encountering such a situation, he would just head-on himself to death.

It is impossible to be so vivid and flamboyant as now, and make a move to abolish the mountain protection formation with three swords.

Ye Fei picked up his chin with a knife: "If nothing else, where is my family?"

Sect Master Hehuan was panting like a cow, and said intermittently: "Yes, it's with that lord. That lord is willing to help me in exchange for your family."

Luo Yang was startled: "You are that Ye Feizhe?!"

Ye Feizhe said calmly, "I am the one you are looking for."

"Damn things!"

Luo Yang covered the brows that had just stopped bleeding, and yelled at the Bai family father and son and Hehuan Sect Master:

"Why don't you tell me that he has such a high level of cultivation, just say that he is a mortal with no cultivation level?"

Is this an attitude of sincere cooperation with him?

I am afraid that he sincerely wants to kill him!

Bai Ruojin felt aggrieved and said, "My lord, if we knew, we wouldn't have failed in our attack and were forced to swear on our efforts."

The Hehuan Sect Master also shook his teeth and said: "My lord, when he left our Hehuan Sect, he really had no cultivation. If I knew, I wouldn't send him to the Chu family."

How good is it to leave Ye Feizhe in the sect and beat up the Patriarch of the Bai family who came to find fault?

Luo Yang: "..."

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is really the truth.

He suddenly realized: "No wonder that knife doesn't hit you alone, you can get the favor of the Holy One, you must be in the knife, and you can be regarded as a fan of ten thousand swords."

Ye Feizhe: "..."

What a fan of thousands of knives.

He was too lazy to talk to Luo Yang, and told Bai Ruojin, "Pass the suzerain to me and drag him out."

Bai Ruojin looked at the knife in his hand that could be hit by anyone, and the pattern that Ye Fei had just cut into four shapes, then closed his mouth in awe, dragged his [-]-jin body covered in bruises, and handed it over to the suzerain. pulled out.

The suzerain had been imprisoned for several days in person, and he had already lost his energy. When he got together with the overly frightened Suzerain of Hehuan, the two masters and apprentices had exactly the same eyes crooked and mouth slanted, trembling.

Ye Feizhe admired their faces for a while, and then wiped his knife leisurely.

"Congratulations, you guessed it right."

He wiped the blade spotless, approached Hehuan Sect Master, and said in a low voice:

"I'm not the original Ye Feizhe."

Hehuanzong insisted on opening their mouths, subconsciously wanting to scream high-pitched, but found that Ye Feizhe did not know when to pick out their vocal cords, and could only make some strange hissing sounds.

"The original Ye Feizhe died on the day he was sent to the Chu Mansion, and it was you who forced him to death."

Sect Master Hehuan and him are worthy of being a master and apprentice, and their reactions are exactly the same.

They kept shaking their heads and nodding, with tears and snot all over the place, and their faces were distorted out of fear.

"You deserve it."

Ye Feizhe said.

"That Ye Feizhe won't die, I won't come. If I don't come, you won't die."

"I blame you for being stupid and poisonous, killing yourself. That's the justice he deserves, and the price you should pay."

The "Ahhh" begging of the Suzerain Sect Master was still stuck in his throat, and the blade cut the throats of both of them.

Ye Feizhe stared at them for a moment, then said softly to the ground: "I will avenge your revenge for you. In the future, you will reincarnate and live well. Don't meet these two people again."

Without even looking at Chu You, who was leaning on the side, he brushed off the dust from his clothes, and turned to meet Luo Yang's vigilant eyes.

Luo Yang knew very well that he had offended Ye Fei.

That's the person that the holy knife has his eyes on, and besides, his combat power is also extraordinary. In the future, if he really falls into the magic way, what good fruit will he have?

I'm afraid that it would be easier to crush a mere golden core than to crush an ant.

Luo Yang made a decision in a flash of thought.

The Demon Killer's decision is certainly bold, but Rao Prefecture is remote and there are few eyeliners of the Demon Dao, so it is not impossible to make a careful calculation.

Besides—

There are nearly a hundred demon envoys selected by the holy knife, and Luo Yang does not believe that several Mahayanas of the demonic way will really go to war just because of a mere one percent.

A fake smile appeared on Luo Yang's face, and he planned to let Ye Fei fold his guard first, and catch him by surprise when he relaxed: "Hey, it's really flooding the Dragon King Temple, so you are the lord I'm looking for. "

Luo Yang lowered his head and bent down: "I offended you so much earlier, I really shouldn't have done it, I will apologize to you."

Seeing that Ye Feizhe didn't respond for a long time, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Look at what I did, you should be angry, I'll slap myself!"

Ye Feizhe should have a little voice now, right?

Luo Yang thought that sincerity was enough, it was his turn for Ye Feizhe to say something.

When the time comes for them to let go of their suspicions and have a good time drinking, wouldn't it be a good time to launch a sneak attack?

God did not like it.

Luo Yang's slap was almost on his face, but he still didn't wait for the response he wanted.

Do you still feel dissatisfied?

Luo Yang continued to grit his teeth, became ruthless, and slapped him with all his might.

There was a crackling sound, Luo Yang slapped himself seven or eight times, making him dizzy, and Ye Feizhe looked at him coldly.

Luo Yang couldn't hold back his smile this time, and said softly and forcefully: "My lord, your family is still with me. Do you want to arrange for them to meet with your lord?"

Speaking of his family, Ye Feizhe finally gave him a look: "Do it."

Luo Yang froze: "What did you say, my lord?"

Ye Feizhe said, "Do it."

Luo Yang couldn't believe it: "But your family is here with me."

Ye Feizhe: "It's the same if you change your deputy to lead me the way."

Luo Yang was dying: "But I haven't offended you in any way."

At least not guilty of death?

Even if he had the idea of ​​killing Ye Feizhe, at least he didn't implement it, right?

Ye Feizhe pursed the corners of his lips: "I'm in a bad mood, so I'll kill someone to sacrifice my sword."

For Ye Feizhe, such a thing as changing from a sword to a knife can be included in the top three list of the most unpleasant things in life.

Of course, he wanted to do something to commemorate his lost Chitoseyou.

"You are the worst murderer."

Moreover, Luo Yang looked at him very much like Ye Feizhe's past enemies.

I hated him so much that my teeth itch to the bone, thinking about how to pinch him to death, and I still didn't forget to pretend to be hospitable.

Luo Yang lowered his head, unable to see his face: "Since your lord wants to hit—"

He raised his head abruptly, completely different from his low-browed and pleasing-eyed attitude not long ago, so gloomy and terrifying: "Then don't blame me for being cruel!"

It happened that he wanted to cut the weeds and roots, and Ye Feizhe bumped into the muzzle of this gun. Who is to blame?

The gloomy wind blew in Luo Yang's sleeves, bursts of dark clouds rushed out, squeezed into the sky, and drizzled down.

The rain was like blood, the mourning wind was like weeping, the tip of the nose could smell the rusty and rancid smell of the dead, and the screams of ghosts and wolves could be heard in the ears, the scene was extremely strange.

Luo Yang was surrounded by black clouds in mid-air, condescending:

"I've been preparing for this great formation of ten thousand demons for a hundred years. I originally planned to rely on the demon energy in it to break through the Nascent Soul in one fell swoop. Now it seems that I can't help but take advantage of you."

"Who told you not to have eyes and throw your broken knife on the head of this seat?"

Broken Knife Su Buping: "..."

He only felt that the number of times he suffocated today was more than the sum of the previous hundreds of years.

Today's desire to overthrow the devil's way is stronger than that of the previous hundreds of years combined.

Suffocation is suffocation, Su Buping stands outside the situation, and has no intention of intervening.

It is never easy to choose the master of injustice. Once the master is recognized, the Supreme Demon Dao will be born.

It just so happens that Ye Feizhe's sharp and hostile aura that wanders on the edge of taboos is very suitable for Su Buping's appetite. He is a demon king, and Su Buping is happy to see it come true

Then the remaining question is-

Will the future Supreme Demon Dao be able to take on the responsibility of supreme respect?

This point is up to Ye Feizhe himself.

Following Luo Yang's words, the situation in the formation changed abruptly, and the giant beast formed by the devilish energy chose to devour someone, and rushed straight at Ye Feizhe.

Ye Fei raised his eyebrows, unsheathed it unjustly, and when he was about to cut it in two, he was rushed forward to protect the whole thing.

With the force of this pounce, Chu You swung the sword backhand without even looking at it, and pulled it down, the beast disappeared immediately, leaving only Qi Qi screaming.

Perhaps the Great Demon Formation is weird, and the Hehuan Sect has a good entrance to the mountain, leaving only the two of them with countless evil spirits.

Ye Fei blinked and said with difficulty: "Why bother?"

He is not gentle and kind at all, and has nothing to do with being cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and his heart is sincere.

Everything he does has a purpose.

It's just to cheat Chu You's trust.

"You have seen it all. If I can kill the Suzerain of the Hehuan Sect, I will naturally be able to kill the Yin Qi beast."

Chu You's shoulders were trembling due to blood loss, but his arms around Ye Fei's folded arms were surprisingly stable: "I just think."

Fearing that Ye Fei would not believe it, he added: "I know, you held the knife for me."

Ye Feizhe: "..."

Wow, he really couldn't refute this sentence.

Could it be that in Chu You's eyes, because Chu You was seriously injured, he was so anxious and worried that he suddenly broke out and took a knife to kill the master and disciple of Hehuan Sect?

If Ye Feizhe didn't know how far apart what he thought in his heart was from Chu You's imagination, maybe he would have shed tears for this touching friendship.

While thinking wildly, he caught a glimpse of a deep wound on Chu You's shoulder, and the Yin Qi entangled on the exposed flesh.

It's not good for Ye Fei to break the secret path, and monks are the most taboo against evil spirits, let alone Chu You, who is in such a seriously injured state.

However, before he opened his mouth to remind Chu You, the yin energy slowly melted on the wound, and the wound miraculously improved, the bleeding stopped, the rolled up flesh was smoothed, and it looked like a scab had healed!

"system!"

Ye Fei narrowed his eyes and pupils, even though he claimed to be knowledgeable, he never expected such a strange thing.

Chu You, an upright immortal cultivator, can actually obtain the benefit of healing wounds from the magic energy?

This is unbelievable.

Under his pressure, the system faltered and faltered to tell the truth:

"There is a special setting in the text."

"The bloodline inherited by the male lead from his parents is very special. It can absorb all the bad and negative intangible things in the world, such as demonic energy, yin energy, and killing intent, and turn them into his own power for him to use."

"The male protagonist in the article awakened his bloodline when he survived a near-death in the Nascent Soul stage. This time, he awakened earlier because of your participation as the host."

Ye Feizhe lingered on Chu You's intact wound for a moment, and sighed, "As expected of the Son of Destiny."

How much demon energy and yin energy are there in this world?

Chu You can absorb such things and transform them into his own spiritual power, making it easy to become invincible.

"not like this."

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