Looking at Lin Zixiu lying in his arms, Chen Fei's tough face was full of confusion. Everything in the whole world faded from his vision. He seemed to have forgotten where he was now, the martial arts heroes who wanted to kill him quickly around him, ignored the swords that were attacking him and the hideous faces of the people around him, and just stared blankly at the pretty face that became paler and weaker......

...Didn't I ask you to go to Emei?

...Why do you show up here...

...Why...You want to be that sword for me...

Tears appeared on Chen Fei's face without realizing it, and the blood on his face reopened some funny traces. I can't remember that I haven't cried for a long time. Even on the day I traveled through time, I never cried. Feeling the vitality of the body in my arms, Chen Fei pulled an ugly smile out of the corner of his mouth.

"You are always... disobedient." The sword blade only pierced the chest and abdomen, but it trembled no less than ten times in just a moment. The cold internal force had directly shattered part of Lin Zixiu's internal organs. This injury is hard for the gods to save. This sword is known as Ghost Jianchou.

"Chan...Brother Chen, this time..., it's...you...crying..." The weak voice was no longer as vibrant as before. Lin Zixiu's mouth pouted slightly, but this smile that should have been playful and cute at this time seemed extremely sad. Her slender fingers were slightly raised, as if she wanted to wipe away the tears for Chen Fei, but she hung down halfway. The last ray of light in her bright eyes struggled a few times, and finally she dissipated helplessly...

....Don't cry, Brother Chen... Xiu'er makes you buns...

Finally, the last touch of color in Chen Fei's eyes disappeared, and several long swords also pierced into Chen Fei's chest and abdomen at this time, and several bunches of warm blood were splashed, but they could no longer move forward. A huge force that was unstoppable rebounded from Chen Fei's body, which made the attackers squirt blood. The wrists that were originally holding the sword were even more bloody. What's more, the wrist tendons and veins were actually broken, and they could not hold the sword again in this life.

"Do you know... Zixiu, I'm just a passerby..." Chen Fei murmured softly in his mouth and slowly straightened his back with Lin Zixiu in his arms. The huge aura of Mingcheng, the martial arts master of Buddhism, was slowly replaced by a sad aura. There were several long swords inserted on his body, tears kept flowing with his eyes, but a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His strange look made the seniors of various sects around him feel a stir.

"Hmph, pretend to be a god, see me kill the Liuyang leader of you, a pair of dogs, men and women!" A white-bearded old man who had just snatched in the crowd saw that the heroes around him were timid and dared not come forward. He immediately snorted, and his palm turned out to produce a thick-backed golden knife, and slashed hard at Chen Fei's neck. A powerful energy visible to the naked eye wrapped around the sword, allowing the already extremely powerful sword to add a little bit of power. There was a faint sound of wind and thunder. It was obviously a generation of sword skills in the world. He had the essence of the sword skills. His ordinary horizontal slash was shocked to the face of everyone present. He knew in his heart that he could not take it. Facing this swordsman, he had nowhere to avoid it, and Chen Fei had nowhere to avoid it at this time. This master of swordsmanship would probably have to die on the spot.

A few people turned their heads away with some difficulty, but couldn't bear to see Chen Fei's miserable death. Although he was an enemy, Chen Fei was merciless to them and never gained their lives. Seeing that he was about to beheaded by someone, he couldn't help but ask himself: Such a hero... Is this matter of Juxianzhuang right or wrong?

However, more people widened their eyes with excitement as the thick-backed golden sword fell towards Chen Fei's neck. The expression on their faces was ferocious but with a hint of smile. They didn't look like a decent hero, but instead they were like the legendary ghost hero, but they were really a decent hero who was coming to "subduing demons and demons".

I just don’t know who is the demon and who is the demon.

Puchi!

The sound of the sharp blade entering his body sounded as they expected, but it did not bring cheers, but instead a horror appeared in their eyes. The ferocious expression had not yet fully unfolded and was replaced by panic. The person who swung the sword technique like thunder could no longer swing the knife. Three long swords pierced his heart at the same time, blocking the scolding he had never spit out in his mouth forever. Chen Fei was still standing there not far away, but the swords that had been inserted into his chest and abdomen had disappeared. The wound was exposed to the air, but strangely there was no trace of blood, as if he was not a mortal fetus.

"The golden body is leaking..." A weak voice as if it was a master's throat. The right hand holding the sword was no longer as stable as before. It was like a mortal who was not a martial arts way of life, but no one made fun of him, because everyone is in the same shape now, and the scene in front of him has long exceeded their expectations...

The golden body is free of leakage, and the sign of Buddhism, Taoism and martial arts entering the innate world! From then on, water and fire are not invaded, swords and swords are difficult to damage, and ordinary people cannot be hurt!

In other words, the ones they are besieging now are no longer the first-class masters who are full of energy, but the innate masters who have not appeared in the world for a long time and peerless strong man!

The next moment, as if it was to prove people's thoughts, behind Chen Fei, a tall figure slowly appeared, wearing a cassock, kind-hearted eyes, and pinching the magic tricks in his hands. An ice-blue dragon slowly hovered around him. The breath of all things was mixed with a hint of the majesty of frozen everything, but was so gentle that he surrendered to this person. Unlike the product of the momentum transformed into illusory forms, this person seemed to be extremely real.

The Eighteen Arhats of Buddhism - Venerable Dragon Subduing!

Self-extend life, live in the world forever, travel and practice teachings, and become a field of blessings for sentient beings!

The six senses of body and mind are pure, and ignorance and afflictions have been eliminated. They have already escaped from birth and death, and have attained Nirvana, and are worthy of offerings from all humans and gods.

Just... why are you crying...

The Dragon-Surrendering Arhat with lowered eyebrows and tears stood behind Chen Fei. He was upright and huge, but he had no intention of Buddhist compassion and forgiveness. Only an almost endless aura of sadness swept around, making him look a bit strange.

Feeling the nearly endless power coming from his body, Chen Fei's heart was empty. As the so-called excuse for an outsider to leave, the ancient Buddha of Qinglan has thought that he had become the concentration of his Zen heart as iron, and all of them were vulnerable. The cold body in his arms seemed to be mocking his stupidity.

But, it's too late...

Originally to stop the tragedy of the elder brother, now it seems that the person who made an appointment with cattle and sheep...

It's me...

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