"If I read it correctly, when the immortal aura rises, your speed will rise. Without the protection of the immortal aura, the speed will return to normal. Do you think you can beat me with just one sword technique?" Yan Tianqing sneered, the flesh and blood puppet was squeezed dry in his palm, and his physical strength and spirit reached its peak.

But Chen Fei said, "If I fought desperately like before, I would naturally be your opponent, but now it is different. I only need to protect the three-foot land in front of me, and protect the Juntian Sword is enough. I promised Uncle Yun that only by stepping on my body can I take the Juntian Sword away."

After hearing Chen Fei say this, Yan Tianqing was suddenly shocked and realized that after a fight, the positions of his and Shen Fei had changed. Chen Fei had arrived next to Juntian Sword, holding a three-foot divine sword, pointing at him from afar.

A hint of anger flashed through his red pupils: "You dare to plot against me!"

"Immortals fight, and use swords to determine life and death, there is no question of calculating." Chen Feiwu said a sword flower, "Come on, kill me, you can take the sword."

"As you wish." Yan Tianqing's body turned into a shadow, and the hungry tiger rushed over like a food...

When Hu Yunlie of Shushan and Li Yizhi, the head of the sect, arrived, they saw this scene. Chen Fei stood beside Juntian Sword, covered in blood, and his injuries of all sizes were unknown, almost turning into a bloody man. The only thing that remained unchanged was the stubbornness revealed on his body, holding the magic sword tightly, and taking the attitude of going to justice. Chen Fei promised that he would do it after he agreed to Uncle Yun's words. If Yan Tianqing wanted to seize the sword, he had to step on his body to trample on his body.

On the other hand, although Yan Tianqing had the upper hand, he could not force Chen Fei out of the scope of the magic sword, nor could he give the other party a fatal blow. Although he admired Chen Fei, his murderous intent had already gathered in his heart. He only wanted to kill the other party, and he was cruel and ruthless. Chen Fei used the long sword in his hand to protect the three-foot land around him, and condensed the momentum of leaving no return within this three-foot land, so that he did not dare to assassinate him with all his indifference to life, because each sword of Chen Fei was determined to die and was not defended at all. While he gave Chen Fei a fatal injury, he would inevitably bear absolutely fatal damage. Although he ignored life, he did not want to die with Shen Fei like this.

He was tired of fighting, and he and Shen Fei were a little tired. Yan Tianqing couldn't capture him for a long time. He was impatient. There was Shushan under his feet. If this continued, reinforcements would definitely arrive, and he would be in danger by then.

Gripping his teeth, he finally decided to use immortal arts. Once the immortal arts are used too much, it may attract reinforcements. Now it is unimaginable, so it can only be like this.

The black sword heads towards the sky, and the surging power reaches the sky.

...

Chen Fei stood in the wind, with a blood hole on his body and cuts. He could not count the scars, but he stood firmly, motionless, and his hand holding the sword was as stable as Mount Tai.

At the age of five, he encountered a huge change, at the age of thirteen, and at the age of sixteen, he walked out of the road to Tongtian to Shushan. He studied on the mountain for nearly two years, experienced countless cold eyes and disgust, and finally achieved success and achieved some success. Chen Fei walked along the way with perseverance, support from love, and his own efforts. Chen Fei is a genius, but his hard work is unsatisfactory. Who can do it after sleeping for only two or three hours a day, and who can do it by being excluded by his teacher, who can do it, who can do it with a sword to the sky and break through himself. At the beginning, Chen Fei could not even master the most basic sword-control technique. Now, using petal clouds to fly, he can carry all creatures within one meter. Until now, Chen Fei has no reason to retreat.

I wish to be the number one immortal in the world, this is the agreement between him and Bai Yu.

The Juntian Sword was left in Shushan, which was the agreement between him and Uncle Yun.

Chen Fei raised his head, looked at the face of Pluto emerging from the clouds, and slowly closed his eyes in the cold wind.

The left hand lost consciousness, and he did not have the ability to make seals and could not use the magic. Chen Fei could do only one thing now, that is, to use the sword in his hand to fight Yan Tianqing for a final battle.

There is no return when you go, the sword technique taught by the master was originally intended to drive him down the mountain, but now he is easy to use and has endless power.

Chen Fei closed his eyes, and felt reliable at the tentacles. Every edge of the Chaohuaxi picks up the sword appeared in front of him. This is a sword that can bend and stretch, which is very suitable for him.

The mountain wind is whistling, the water waves are rippling, and the willow branches are hit by inexplicable force, interrupting from the middle.

The big fish at the bottom of the water freed up the water, as if it indicates that the golden dragon is about to emerge from the abyss.

"This son is not a thing in the pool." Looking at the sword intent condensed by Chen Fei's body, Uncle Yun sighed in great emotion.

"Yes." said the head teacher, "He has been suppressing for too long. It's time to explode."

"Ah." With the long suppressed roar, Chen Fei soared into the air. Chaohua Xi picked up the sword in his hands and slashed out from behind. There was no sword aura condensed, but the unparalleled sword intent cut everything on the trajectory of the sword. From the woods behind Chen Fei to the face of the Pluto in the sky, all the things that appeared on the sword blade's route were separated from the middle, and one sword broke two times.

"Check my move."

The terrifying sword intent cut off everything, without a roar, without a loud noise, only the sound of everything being cut off, Yantian's eyes were about to break, and the wooden helmet broke from the middle and fell to the ground, revealing its true face.

"Brush." ​​The light was so bright that even Uncle Yun and the head of the sect had to close their eyes. When the light disappeared, they looked down and saw Chen Fei lying in a pool of blood, with a soft arm covered in black lying beside him.

Yan Tianqing had already escaped, and the Juntian Sword was left in Shushan. In this battle, the head of the sect's real person personally passed on the disciple, Chen Feisheng!

In July of the 30th year of Kaihuang, the name of Chen Fei spread throughout Shushan. Nalan Ruxue, the daughter of the Lord of Mingyue Peak, Nalan Mingzhu, was saved. Yan Tianqing, the young master of the Demon Sect, Slaying the Demon Sect, Yan Tianqing, guarding the Juntian Sword, the strongest secret treasure of Shushan. Qianfeng in Shu was moved by the name of Chen Fei. No one dared to underestimate him, and no one dared to laugh at his origin. This young man who used to have short hair and looks different from most immortals finally ushered in his own spring five years later.

As the person involved, he himself had no idea about this, because since the battle, Chen Fei fell asleep for twenty days, and it was almost August, without any sign of waking up. He was really using his life to protect Shushan, which could be seen from the bandages wrapped tightly all over his body. Chen Fei lay motionlessly on the bed, every inch of his skin, eyes, nostrils and ** were wrapped tightly with bandages, and the corrosive immortal aura was on his body. The body's damage was too great, and even the boy's golden body could not be restored. It was like being burned alive in a fire for two hours. When fighting, he persisted with a belief and could not feel the pain. But when the battle was over, the side effects appeared. Chen Fei, who used to never worry about injuries, truly realized the value of life this time, and it was still unknown whether he could wake up. His unconscious moans every day had already made the people who came to visit him feel sad.

I protect the Shushan under my feet with my life. This is the case with Zhongli Rui and Chen Fei. Every disciple trained by the head Li Yizhi is good, all of them are strong men, and none of them are cowards.

From the Third Ancestors going up the mountain to the Demon Cult's surprise attack, after these two astonishing battles, there was no more people in Shu who dared to say three things to the main peak Fang Baishan, and there was no more courage to disobey the orders of the head master. Perhaps there were some people who were ready to move secretly, but on the surface, all the arrogant immortals bowed their heads to the main peak.

After the Demon Cult Army left Shushan in Yantian, it left like a tide. As the leader expected, he had been withdrawing from the country and arrived at his own territory, guarding the Jiuyou Mountain defense line and could not leave. The day after tomorrow it was the day when the Lord of Qianfeng Peak climbed the mountain to discuss the plan. Chen Fei, the hero of Shushan had not yet woken up. He lay in the hospital bed, and the painful moan made people feel sad. During the days when Chen Fei was lying on the bed, Shao Baiyu had never seen him on the sickbed, and he knelt firmly and persistently in front of the Shushan Ancestral Hall. He did not eat or drink all day long, his body was covered with dust, and he had reached the verge of collapse. Mo Jun is as sutra I often come to visit Chen Fei. Every time I want to stay for a while, I give up when I see Nalan Ruoxue who is guarding the bed all day long. Nalan Ruoxue really likes Chen Fei. It can be seen from the incongruity of these twenty days and nights. Her injuries are easily healed. Taking Uncle Yun’s soul-recovering pill, she recovered that night. After waking up, she greeted her mother and Gong Yue and rushed straight to Chen Fei’s bed. Seeing Chen Fei being entangled tightly, she cried all night. From then on, she stayed by the bed without sleep, and never moved a step apart except drinking some porridge every day.

When the world collapsed, Chen Fei supported everything with her thin back and protected Nalan Ruoxue's comprehensiveness. In Ruoxue's heart, Chen Fei was the god in her mind. No matter what others think, no matter whether others will speak or not, she fell in love with Chen Fei frantically and had never been so firm. This life was saved by Chen Fei, and she could give everything for Chen Fei. That's what Nalan Ruoxue thought. Even Mo Junru, who had been unable to get along with her, Nalan Mingzhu, who had a deep marriage with Shen Fei, and Leng Ruofrost, who was not as good as the world's fireworks, were moved by Ruoxue.

When they looked at Ruoxue, they could see a different light in their eyes. Ruoxue changed and changed for Chen Fei, just like Chen Fei, who faced the seven masters of the Demon Sect for her, never retreated.

"Brother Chen Fei, you are so stupid. Sacrifice yourself to save me. It's not worth it, it's not worth it." Whenever Chen Fei moaned in the bandage, Nalan Ruoxue murmured like this, holding Chen Fei's right hand wrapped in bandages, unable to stop crying, "Brother Chen Fei, don't die. Ruoxue can't survive even if you die, Brother Chen Fei." She muttered the unchanging words day and night. True love is seen in times of adversity. What makes people cherish the most is not to put a knife in both sides, but to help in time.

When Ruoxue was disappointed with the world and completely lost the courage to continue living, Chen Fei used the sword in his hand to rescue her from the darkness. Therefore, Ruoxue finally saw her true heart clearly. She fell in love with Chen Fei and loved this man without hesitation, and would never regret it until death.

Nalan Mingzhu lived with her daughter on Fangba Mountain these days, and secretly looked at her precious daughter through the window from time to time. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, thinking that she was trapped by love and caused her lifelong pain. Now the only precious daughter is also such a person who values ​​love and friendship. She fell in love with the disciples of the main peak that she needs to deal with without hesitation. It was really a disaster. Countless times, she planned to secretly kill Chen Fei and take away the power of the Nine Dragons in his body, but whenever she touched her daughter's sad gaze, the rock-solid heart softened, and she had no choice but to Ruoxue.

This is the case with God. He never gives a perfect person in the world, nor does he let anything perfect happen in the world. No matter how high your status, money, or power you have, you must have your own troubles, without exception.

Nalan Mingzhu closed the window and walked away quietly. Her daughter really liked Chen Fei. She could see that maybe she should really fulfill this marriage!

Nalan Ruoxue was unaware of her mother who was secretly looking at her outside the house. She stood sadly in front of Shen Fei's bed, crying all day long. The love words she said every day were the same as the Chu. She prayed countless times, begging God to exchange her life for Chen Fei's life; she also begged uncle Yun countless times, asking uncle Yun to save Chen Fei and save this man who was about to shine. This was the first time she was persistent in doing something. She was determined to stay forever. In any case, as long as Chen Fei could wake up, she would be willing even if she endured the pain brought by Yan Tianqing again.

...

"Hu, hu, hu, hu..." Chen Fei was riding in the vast sea with a small boat. Nothing could be relied on except for a pair of wooden oars and a deep and affectionate call that had never been cut off in the dark. The vast sea was boundless, and the wooden boat was drifting up and down. Chen Fei looked at the strange red sun above his head and moved in one direction.

The boat was moving very slowly, so slow that you stood on the other end of the water surface, and you could hardly see its movement. Chen Fei didn't care and tried hard to shake the oars. He was unwilling to be lost at the end of the sea forever, and did not want to disappoint the voice calling him in the dark. He persisted, worked hard, and rowed. He still remembered the last moment of his life, the sword in his hand cut off Yan Tianqing's arm. After that, the world turned dizzy and everything became no longer real. He inexplicably came to this familiar and unfamiliar place, sailing forward on a small boat, sailing on the water surface that seemed to never see the end.

I feel that this scene is very similar to my life. I am in a vast ocean, and I am the same in all directions. I can never know whether I can see the coast for a little light in my mind. All I can do is keep moving forward, never stop my paddling hands, and occasionally be hit by the waves. Maybe the efforts of a few days will disappear, and even if the boat is knocked over by the waves, all my efforts will be wasted. But it doesn’t matter, only hard work, only moving forward in one direction is the only way to see the coast. If you give up, you will lose the only hope of landing.
Chapter completed!