Lu Wushuang's body trembled slightly and she looked at Shen Chenfeng with dull eyes.
"The Seven Emotions Demon King Kung Fu cuts off the seven emotions and six desires, thus leaving you with no desires or desires."
"This is a magic heaven-level skill. Every time you cut off an emotion, you can break through the shackles and your cultivation will skyrocket. Lu Wushuang, as long as you kill me and cut off the friendship between us, you can break through the realm of god refining. .”
"No one in the entire Xuantian Sect can be your opponent."
Shen Chenfeng smiled, pointed at his neck, and said: "What are you hesitating about, why don't you kill me quickly?"
"Shen Chenfeng!"
"You are crazy. Lu Wushuang is a demonic monk and is ruthless. Do you think he dare not kill you?"
"Quickly retreat."
Lin Duantian and Elder Tianyang were shocked and quickly stepped forward to stop him.
"Shut up, everyone."
Shen Chenfeng suddenly shouted loudly, his eyes sparkled, and turned into two sword energy, slashing towards Lin Duantian and Elder Tianyang.
The two elders quickly dodged, shocked and angry, and said: "Shen Chenfeng, what do you want to do?"
"This is a matter between our brothers, and none of you are allowed to interfere."
Shen Chenfeng drank coldly, then turned to look at Lu Wushuang, put on a smile again, and said: "Come on, kill me quickly."
"No, brother, don't..."
Lu Wushuang's expression was struggling, sometimes ferocious, sometimes painful.
Shen Chenfeng took his time and walked up to Lu Wushuang and said: "Kill me."
"No!"
"Shen Chenfeng, don't force me, ah ah ah."
Lu Wushuang held his head, as if he was in great pain, and roared crazily.
Shen Shenfeng remained silent and directly sent his Lingfeng Sword to Lu Wushuang's hand. Then he put the blade of the sword against his chest and slowly stroked towards Lu Wushuang.
Seeing this scene, the crowd subconsciously held their breath.
Shen Chenfeng, what does he want to do?
Looking for death?
Did he think that since he and Lu Wushuang had an irreproachable relationship, Lu Wushuang would not dare to kill him?
joke!
Lu Wushuang is a demonic monk who is ruthless and ruthless. He would even dare to kill his biological mother and master, let alone Shen Chenfeng?
"Crazy, Shen Chenfeng is also crazy."
"He actually went to die."
"I have never seen such a stupid person."
The crowd looked at Shen Chenfeng's figure and couldn't help but shake their heads secretly.
Elder Tianyang, Lin Duantian and other masters all had a condensed aura, with nervous expressions on their faces.
As long as anything goes wrong with Lu Wushuang, they will immediately rescue people.
Even if Lu Wushuang was killed on the spot, they could not cause any damage to Shen Chenfeng.
However.
Lu Wushuang held the Lingfeng Sword in his hand, his whole body trembling crazily.
As long as he gently pushes the hilt of the sword, he can pierce the Lingfeng Sword into Shen Chenfeng's heart, completely severing this friendship, and thus his strength skyrockets.
But, he didn't.
Under the gaze of countless people, he clutched the hilt of the sword tightly and did not move for a long time.
"Do it!"
Seeing Lu Wushuang not moving, Shen Chenfeng became a little impatient.
He suddenly shouted loudly and took a step forward, holding the edge of his sword.
Poof!
Amid the exclamations of the crowd, the sharp Ling Feng sword unexpectedly pierced Shen Chenfeng's chest.
Lu Wushuang panicked and quickly retreated.
Shen Chenfeng vowed not to give up, and continued to walk forward, forcing Lu Wushuang to keep retreating, saying: "Kill me, Lu Wushuang, do it quickly. The Seven Emotions Demon King Art is to cut off the seven emotions and six desires. You can kill your biological mother, you can do it. Master, why can’t you kill me, Shen Chenfeng?”
"ah?"
"Come and kill me!"
Shen Chenfeng looked furious and walked faster and faster.
Lu Wushuang also retreated quickly. Almost in the blink of an eye, he was backed into the corner with no way to retreat.
"Shen Chenfeng, you bastard, do you think I dare not kill you?"
Sudden!
Lu Wushuang's face was full of ferocity, and he raised the Lingfeng Sword high.
Shen Chenfeng quickly stretched his neck, stretched out his hand to make a killing gesture, and said with a smile: "Then why are you standing there in a daze? Why don't you kill me quickly?"
Time seems to have frozen at this moment.
Lu Wushuang held up the Lingfeng Sword in his hand. After a long while, he suddenly cried like a child.
He cried heartbreakingly, he cried heartbroken.
He knelt on the ground with a plop, and two lines of shocking blood and tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes.
"Although I practice the Seven Emotions Demon Emperor Art, I have never killed anyone. They took my hands and stabbed them into their hearts, forcing me to cut off this emotion."
"I didn't, I really didn't."
"My mother forced me, my master forced me. My relatives forced me, and my sect forced me. They all forced me, and I have lost everyone."
"Shen Chenfeng, I finally have a brother like you, why do you have to force me?"
Listening to Lu Wushuang's voice, the crowd's hearts were touched.
They really couldn't imagine how painful and helpless a teenage boy must feel in his heart when he was forced to kill everyone close to him.
Shen Chenfeng also squatted down, grabbed Lu Wushuang's shoulders, and said: "The road of cultivation is full of ups and downs. Since you practice the Seven Emotions Demon King Art, you must cut off the seven emotions and six desires. If you don't kill me today, you will die in the future. It’s you.”
"You are my eldest brother, how can I do anything to you?"
Lu Wushuang's voice was hoarse and he shouted crazily: "Just because I am a remnant of the Demon Sect, I am rejected and isolated in Xuantian Sect. You are the first practitioner who does not dislike me, and you are also my first practitioner in Xuantian Sect. a friend."
"Not only did you give me the True Intent of the Sword Saint, but you also helped me rescue Xiao Shuang. Even if Xuanji Peak was besieged by the Li family because of this, you didn't have any complaints against me."
"You are so kind to me, how can I, Lu Wushuang, do anything to you?"
Shen Chenfeng grabbed Lu Wushuang's shoulders and moved his lips, wanting to say something.
"Haha, such sincere feelings are really touching."
Elder Wenxuan stood up at some point, his expression full of coldness, and said: "I have long heard that demonic monks are the best at deceiving people. When I saw you today, it was indeed a well-deserved reputation. If we had not known your details, we would have been almost killed. You were moved."
After hearing this, the crowd suddenly woke up.
"That's right, demonic monks are really good at deceiving people."
"Damn it, I just thought that he was a pitiful person. I didn't expect that I was almost deceived by him."
"I really don't understand why Shen Chenfeng would choose to sacrifice himself for such a person."
"Is it possible that he, like Lu Wushuang, is a member of the Demon Cult?"
The voices filled with viciousness and contempt were like sharp swords, piercing into Lu Wushuang's heart.
There are even some disciples with ulterior motives who target Shen Chenfeng.
"ridiculous."
"I have worked hard in the Xuantian Sect, but I never expected that this would be the result in the end."
Looking at the familiar faces around him, now looking at him with hatred, Lu Wushuang's heart was filled with despair.
He suddenly tightened his grip on Lingfeng Sword, looked up at Shen Chenfeng, and smiled miserably: "Brother, you are so kind to me. It's fine if they don't believe me, but I can't tarnish your innocence."
"If there is an afterlife, I will still be brothers with my eldest brother."
After saying that, Lu Wushuang stood up, raised the Lingfeng Sword, and wiped it towards his neck.
