Chen Zhe's sword energy was like spring breeze and rain. In an instant, it suddenly turned into the coldness of winter. A huge murderous aura rushed towards him.
"You committed a foul." Chen Zhe said with a cruel smile. Of course, it was a foul for him to borrow the remnant soul of Dao Lord Tianyan... not a foul. Everyone only said that redundant magic weapons could not be used, but they did not say that he could not borrow the remnant soul of a great cultivator. .In a sense, the remnant soul of Tianyan Daojun is part of Chen Zhe's body... It is not a foul.
He didn't admit the foul.
Chen Zhe, who used the sword with his left hand, deliberately hid his clumsiness. When the sword came from the sky, even the calamity clouds in the sky seemed to slow down. Only then did Zhang Feng realize that Chen Zhe had played another trick. His left hand was stronger.
Zhang Feng is not used to using swords. But now he only has a flying sword, so he has to block it with a horizontal sword.
There was a soft click. It was like a piece of paper being torn. Without even delaying, the emperor's hatred was already hanging above Zhang Feng's head.
Zhang Feng has been plotting against Chen Zhe. But he forgot that Chen Zhe was plotting against him too.
At this moment, he clearly saw murderous intent in Chen Zhe's eyes.
"Stop." Chen Zhe slashed with his sword. Elder Liao, who followed Zhang Feng like an old servant, had come behind Chen Zhe and pushed Chen Zhe's Emperor's Hate Sword across the board.
The Ruoxu period of the seventh heaven.
Although there is only one realm different from distraction, one is in heaven and the other is underground.
If Zhang Shaoyang had reached the Ruoxu stage, Master Hu probably wouldn't have been able to use the formation to trap him. This is the difference between superman and immortal.
Chen Zhe felt a strong force coming in. The Emperor's Hate Sword castrated too quickly and was pushed away from the direction. It cut off the side of Zhang Feng's head. Zhang Feng rolled on the ground in a hurry, not caring about how embarrassing his posture was. Now. Life is the most important thing at this time.
Elder Liao was also shocked: How powerful this sword was. With my Ruoxuqi cultivation, I could only deflect the sword by four or five inches.
Zhang Feng was so frightened by this sword that he could hide his head but not his body. One of his hands was cut off alive by Chen Zhe and fell to the ground.
"Evil thief. It's just a martial arts competition, but he strikes so hard." Elder Liao stood nearby and waited eagerly for a move. Even so, Zhang Feng couldn't be saved. He couldn't help being furious. He turned around and drilled out a palm from his ribs, and punched Chen Zhe.
Zhang Ruoling over there actually had the same idea. She silently cut to Chen Zhe's side and met Elder Liao with one palm.
Chen Zhe didn't know Zhang Ruoling's true level for a moment. Taking advantage of this move, Elder Liao jumped over and leaned over to pick up the pale Zhang Feng. Zhang Ruoling took a few steps back and pulled Chen Zhe away.
As soon as Chen Zhe stepped back, several small red needlepoints passed by. Zhang Feng held a cylindrical magic weapon and missed in a sneak attack.
Under the thunderous clouds, the two sides confront each other.
Chen Zhe's group, and the opponent is Zhang Feng. There seems to be a pair of eyes in the sky, watching the two groups of practitioners on the ground. I don't know whether they are mocking the ignorance of the people on the ground, or monitoring every move of the practitioners. Chen Zhe's sword. It seemed that Jie Yun was slowly retreating. Perhaps Tian Lei also sensed some aura that made it fearful.
"My hand...ah, my hand..." Zhang Feng screamed with red eyes. The left hand was alone on the ground. He hadn't had time to take it away just now.
The hair and skin of the body are inherited from the parents. This is very important in the eyes of practitioners. Every inch of skin is indispensable. Without a hand, the cultivation will be greatly affected. How could Zhang Feng not hate him? I wish I could kill Chen Zhe's whole family.
Elder Liao looked at Zhang Ruoling with a cold look: "Your Excellency is also a master who hides his secrets. But you just intended to kill people. This kind of behavior is really shameful. Aren't you afraid that your colleagues will attack together?"
"No way. But just now your young master summoned three thunders in succession. Not only did he want to kill people, but he even had to chop the corpse into powder. Admit it." Zhang Ruoling said with a smile. At this moment, it was him. In the confrontation with Elder Liao, neither Chen Zhe nor Zhang Feng spoke.
Elder Liao shook his head: "Then I didn't see it. I only saw that Chen Zhe wanted to kill our young master with a sword. If I hadn't saved him in time, I'm afraid the entire Danxia sect would have sent out to kill you all. .”
I just don’t admit it.
These guys are so shameless. They are even comparable to Chen Zhe.
Danxia Sect.
Zhang Ruoling smiled and said nothing. His eyes were full of disdain.
Chen Zhe held the Emperor's Hate Sword in his hand. He nailed the sword to the palm of his hand on the ground and raised it gently: "It's a pity this hand. If you masturbate with your left hand, you will have to get used to your right hand in the future."
If this hand could be taken back and given a miraculous medicine, the impact would definitely be huge. The glory of Zhang Feng's generation of geniuses would definitely be dimmed a lot.
"Give me your hand, or I will kill your whole family." Zhang Feng said in a hoarse voice.
Elder Liao stared at the hand raised above the tip of Chen Zhe's sword: "Young master, your hand can be solved by the Methodist Church. The other party has masters. We should not fight hard."
The prison bag containing the jade puppet and the emperor's seal was put on the back by Elder Liao. He pulled Zhang Feng and turned around to leave. Zhang Feng glared at Chen Zhe: "I remember you. Let's turn around and settle this account later. I recast my left hand in Methodism. That's when you die."
What a joke. A small Danxia sect dares to threaten like this.
Although Zhang Ruoling knew that he had been hiding from all living beings for so long and that today was different from the past, he felt furious. The rogue look he had when chatting with Chen Zhe disappeared. He was replaced by a stern face: "You seem to have forgotten something. "
"What's the matter?" Elder Liao didn't look back and continued to stride forward.
Zhang Ruoling smiled and said: "Although you violated the contract first by using the second magic weapon, you will always lose if you lose. You will never be unable to lose the Emperor's Seal and the Jade Puppet. Do you think you should lose the battle first and then the people? This is the only credibility the Danxia Sect has."
"Hahahahahaha." Elder Liao looked up to the sky and laughed. He stopped laughing and turned around suddenly: "I'll tell you the truth. That jade puppet is the most precious treasure of my sect. How can I take it as a bet so easily? If I tell my fellow practitioners in the spiritual world, they won't believe it. .As for the Emperor's Seal..."
Elder Liao narrowed his eyes. There was a hint of threat in his tone: "This is a gift from our leader to the Methodist leader. Even if I give it to you, you may not dare to take it."
Damn it. Another Methodist lackey.
Chen Zhe whispered to himself: "Lick the Methodist's eyes. The more you lick, the more addicted you become. Be a dog for a day and a dog for the rest of your life. I actually imitate some people and become addicted to being a dog. Show off as a master."
"Boy, you don't need to be so arrogant now. The Methodist Church has already regarded you as a thorn in its side. How long do you think you can live?" Elder Liao looked back at Chen Zhe. Zhang Ruoling stood in front of Chen Zhe with a swish: "As a Ruo Ling A cultivator in the virtual stage has repeatedly attacked a junior. It is really rude."
"Whatever. I want to leave. You can stop me." Elder Liao laughed loudly and continued walking forward.
The three young practitioners had angry expressions on their faces and stood behind them. They looked at Chen Zhe and his party with hatred.
Chen Zhe shouted loudly from behind: "Hey Zhang Feng, your hand is here."
Zhang Feng looked back and suddenly became furious.
I saw Chen Zhe holding up the palm on the tip of the Emperor's Hate sword and shaking it gently as if he had skewered chicken feet. He stretched out his fingers to rub the tip of the sword and cast a spell. The palm of his hand immediately burst into flames. It made a sizzling sound. A burst of roasted chicken feet. The fragrance is overflowing. It's a pity that I can't eat it.
Zhang Feng's eyes were bloodshot. He wanted to kill someone and seize the treasure. He tried his best to fight but still failed. He even had one of his hands chopped off.
But someone actually skewered his hand with a sword and burned it...
"Yeah. It's burnt..." Chen Zhe frowned and shook his head.
Zhang Feng's body trembled violently. This was a humiliation he had never experienced in his life.
Zhang Feng struggled and jumped to the ground. He clenched his teeth tightly and shouted hoarsely: "Elder Liao, we are not leaving today. Kill these people and seize their magic weapons. Keep the woman for me..."
Zhang Feng bit his lip and said with a furious expression: "I will make your life worse than death."
Elder Liao hesitated for a moment. He always felt that although the other party was obviously lacking in strength, he was confident. He had just exchanged palms with Zhang Ruoling, but he couldn't tell Zhang Ruoling's depth. Both sides were wary of each other. It was not that he had never thought of killing people and seizing the treasure. But he didn't. grasp.
"Young Master, the days ahead are long. We can make long-term plans." Elder Liao frowned.
Zhang Feng's eyes were about to burst into flames. He looked at his scorched palms and said, "What a plan. I'm going to take revenge today. I'm going to do it now. I'm going to kill this kid."
He was furious here. Chen Zhe smiled and said: "It's not good if your breath is too narrow. You will die. Otherwise... I'll give you my hand back. Now find a hospital to pick it up. Maybe it can still be used."
He flicked the tip of his sword. The hand scorched by the fire spell flew over and landed at Zhang Feng's feet with a pop.
Zhang Feng once worked hard to cultivate this hand...but now the meridians and blood vessels inside are half-cooked. What a waste.
The hatred of the broken hand. The sworn hatred.
Elder Liao wanted to persuade him again, but he remembered that Zhang Feng had a narrow personality and was the young master of our sect. He was the future heir. It would not be a good idea to offend him.
The big deal is that you can hold Zhang Ruoling while you, the young master, hold Chen Zhe. The remaining three disciples can catch the beautiful girl and the little girl. The other party will definitely not dare to move.
For a moment, Elder Liao made the right calculation. He looked back at the three young Danxia disciples and said, "Come on."
His figure flashed. He looked for Zhang Ruoling first.
Zhang Feng's eyes were blood red. He stretched out his hand towards Elder Liao and said, "Give me the jade puppet."
Elder Liao passed the message through the air. Zhang Feng caught the jade puppet and gritted his teeth tightly: "I'm going to chop off your limbs, you little bastard."
He injected his true energy into the jade puppet, and the jade puppet gradually grew in size. At this point, he was already planning to fight for his life. After the jade puppet grew in size, it became just like a normal person except for the facial features on its face.
"Chen Zhe. If I hadn't been careless just now, you would think you were my opponent."
Zhang Feng's ferocious face was full of murderous intent. He felt that the jade puppet was not enough to relieve his hatred, so he took out a charm: "I will destroy you both physically and mentally."
After saying that, he waved his hand and the charm spontaneously ignited without fire. Under Chen Zhe's surprised eyes, he swallowed the burning charm into his mouth and chewed it a few times: "Trance."
A golden light flashed.
Emperor Chen Zhe hated the sword and struck it. He felt that light was approaching his head. In a flash, a foreign object entered the sky gate above his head.
"Let you taste the power of divine cultivation." Although it was only the opponent's soul, Chen Zhe clearly saw the crazy hatred in Zhang Feng's eyes.