Today is a good day! Remind your brothers and sisters not to be deceived!

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Yuan Fei sneered the rope around his arms, and laughed: "I have seen pigs, sheep and beasts for a few days for wealthy families. These beasts are stupid and dull and often do not obey my commands, especially those pigs, who always put on the circles, so I made a rope similar to this one. If these beasts are disobedient, I will suck them over. If they are disobedient, I will slap them twice, three times, and slowly these beasts will be honest."

Yuan Fei actually compared Hong Jie to a pig, sheep and beast. This is simply horrifying. Even Hong Xizhao was brought in the words of Hong Jie as a pig, sheep and beast. Who in the Shang Dynasty dared to say such words in public? This behavior is even more criticized than insulting the emperor in public!

Hong Jie, who was originally standing upright, did not go wild after hearing this. Instead, his face trembled and gradually calmed down. Then his chest swelled up and slowly let out a long breath of white air. This white air was transformed by the extreme anger in his heart. As soon as the white air was spit out, the heavy snow around him melted, showing the heat of the white air.

When Hong Xizhao saw the dissatisfaction in her eyes disappeared in a blink of an eye, a subtle expression of praise appeared on her face. She was obviously relieved that Hong Jie could stop the anger of his inner demons. No matter how powerful a person who does not know how to control his emotions is, he will always be just a martial man and reckless man and cannot become a grand man.

This time it was Yuan Fei's turn to twitch slightly. He did not expect that the words he used to provoke and attack the heart would actually have a counterproductive effect. Although he was sarcastic and disdainful on his face, there was actually no trace of contempt in his heart. Every word, action and look of Yuan Fei had thought deeply. It seemed arrogant and domineering, but it had an extra intention. The purpose was to anger Hong Jie and make his mind devoured by anger. At that time, there were naturally many flaws and he could easily win.

Who knew that when Hong Jie was about to be swallowed by anger, he suddenly restrained his anger, and even made a vague breakthrough in his mood, giving people a new feeling.

After Hong Jie exhaled that hot and stuffy breath, he immediately felt that his tendons, veins, qi and blood had a vague feeling of breakthrough. He waved the long sword in his hand slightly and felt a sense of freedom. Compared with the past, it was as if the air was hindered in it when he swung the knife. Now that the air was sprayed out by him, it was like a long sword removing the rust horse and saddle, which made him feel like he was about to spray it with a knife.

Although martial arts and immortal cultivation are two different things, the principles between them are actually common, and they both require a perfect state of mind. Only in this way can one maximize the level of martial arts. Although anger can increase the power of martial arts, it will cause huge mistakes in martial arts. Ordinary battles between market spoils may be able to win with the momentum brought by anger, but at the level of Yuan Fei and Hongjie, anger is absolutely unbearable.

At this moment, the drums started, and Hong Jie's eyes were once again filled with a sharp murderous aura, but this time Hong Jie's eyes were extremely clear and he no longer had the feeling of being carried by anger just now.

Yuan Fei couldn't help but report a sarcastic smile on his face slowly closed, replaced by a cautious and solemn look.

As the dense drum sound stopped, Hong Jie roared violently, and blood all over his body burst out.

"Purgatory Mad Sword!"

The long sword in Hong Jie's hand rolled towards Yuan Fei like a white sword. There was a faint sound of ghosts crying in the rolling sword light, and the sobbing made people feel like they were being captured. The snow in the sky was carried by the sword style and turned into a group of sword shadows and slashed towards Yuan Fei hard.

Yuan Fei's pupils shrank, his eyes flashed with a bright light, and then he poked his hand and reached into the overwhelming sword light, which made everyone onlookers exclaim.

Zheng--!

The ghost cried and stopped, countless white sword lights suddenly collapsed, and the shadows of the sword condensed by the snowflakes exploded and scattered. Then the entity of the sword appeared. At this time, it was grabbed by Yuan Fei and the clanging and clearing kept as if he had his own life.

It turned out to be a sword with empty hands. Yuan Fei's courage and power was no less than Hong Huang used his sword to face the hammer just now. The slight difference was enough to make Yuan Fei lose his hands and feet. Yuan Fei's real skills were all in the palms of his hands. The most popular martial arts in Shang Dynasty were sword techniques and followed by sword techniques. There were very few people who only rely on a pair of flesh palms to fight. After all, everyone knows that the benefits of weapons are not comparable to those of flesh palms. Therefore, the skill of such a sword is relatively common in the market, and it is less and less in the high-level occasions. Of course, it is not that the method of the market disdain for the masters, but that it is too difficult to use it on experts. No one will use his hands to grab the blade without any necessity.

Hong Jie twitched his mouth, not caring about his purgatory mad sword being captured alive, showing a bloodthirsty sneer, his hands suddenly pressed down, and the ghost in the knife cried again, and the entire blade body began to tremble. The knife style remained unchanged and he wanted to split Yuan Fei in half directly.

Yuan Fei's eyes flashed, and the rope wrapped around his arm trembled with his other hand and fled like a spirit snake. At the same time, the knife-grabbing hand suddenly loosened, and Hong Jie cut the mountain knife and slashed it like lightning. In everyone's eyes, Yuan Fei was chopped in half by Hong Jie. Before those civil servants could scream, Yuan Fei, who was split in half by Hong Jie, suddenly broke and dissipated in the air. It was just a residual image left by Yuan Fei.

The most powerful kung fu in the thief is body skills, and the most important thing about the thief is to come and go without a trace. The ten martial artists present in the body skills, including Hong Huang, are definitely not opponents of Yuan Fei.

The remaining image on this side was broken, and Yuan Fei had already appeared again, his palm gently slapped Hong Jie's left rib from the dead corner.

With a light bang, Hong Jie was slapped by this palm and moved his body to the right three steps in a row, but he obviously did not suffer any harm. He stepped on the bluestone ground with his left foot and immediately stabilized his body, rolled the long sword in his hand and rolled it towards Yuan Fei.

This time the sword style was even more powerful than the one just now. It can be said that Hong Jie poured all his strength on the long sword. The entire long sword seemed to have come alive and had a soul. The original ghost crying sounded like a roar of countless unjust ghosts, and rushed towards Yuan Fei with a momentum that cuts the world.

Hong Xizhao in the distance sighed slightly at this moment, closing her eyes that had been opened with a thread.

Facing this sharp knife, Yuan Fei looked calm and smiled slightly when he touched the corner of his mouth.dd
Chapter completed!