Zhou Fei's overpowering performance silenced the people at the scene. They couldn't find the right language to express their feelings at the moment, so they could only shut up to Zhou Fei.
But someone has become the new target of these people.
That is Song Fei.
Qiu Qiaozhen was still the one who took the lead: "You should go."
Song Fei looked at her: "So what?"
"Your behavior will shame Shushan, the painting saint, and the entire Qi country. At the same time, your behavior will bring destruction to this world."
Song Fei sighed softly.
In fact, the reason why she didn't agree to Master Xinpan at the beginning, but left directly, was because she thought of all possible consequences, including the destruction of the world mentioned by Qiu Qiaozhen.
This is a hurdle in Song Fei's heart.
But she came after all.
This also means that she has stepped past the road.
Or in other words, instead of stepping over, it walked around.
Kan'er was still there, but Song Fei chose to ignore it.
And Song Fei is a person who never knows to regret.
Now that a choice is made, it must be implemented to the end.
Song Fei looked at Zhou Fei.
"It's time to go," she whispered.
Zhou Fei said.
Turning around and supporting Ling Zhaoyan, he walked towards the door step by step.
Those monks were frightened by Zhou Fei's aura, or perhaps they saw Yan Hui fall down, and did not dare to continue to "help the monks be abuse", so they just stood there and did not move.
At the door, Chai Guangxuan sighed.
"Mr. Six, don't make me embarrassed, I don't want to be your enemy."
Zhou Fei said: "Those who stop me die."
Chai Guangxuan said: "Mr. Six, hand over the Demon King's daughter, I can let you go. The matter of today, the temple will definitely not be held accountable."
"What are you talking about! Why don't you pursue it?" Qiu Qiaozhen exploded when she heard this, yelling at Chai Guangxuan.
Chai Guangxuan didn't bother to take care of this crazy woman.
He just looked at Zhou Fei, hoping that he would accept his proposal.
He didn't really want to fight Zhou Fei.
Zhou Fei still said: "Those who stop me, die."
Chai Guangxuan knew that this battle could not be avoided.
Just when he was about to take a shot, Song Fei was one step ahead of him.
A single ink mark blocked Chai Guangxuan and Zhou Fei.
Song Fei said, "Hurry up."
Zhou Fei nodded gratefully, and immediately helped Ling Zhaoyan into the room.
Chai Guangxuan looked at Song Fei: "Miss Song, you
Why bother. "
Song Fei said: "A scholar dies for a confidant."
"That's the daughter of the Demon King." Chai Guangxuan said as he took action against the ink marks.
Because she had already fought Yi Tong once, Song Fei's aura was overdrawn severely, this attack was quickly resolved by Chai Guangxuan, and she was also injured.
Chai Guangxuan did not continue to embarrass Song Fei, but turned to chase Zhou Fei who was running away.
But just as he walked out of the house, his footsteps stopped.
Because Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan did not run far.
They were standing just over two meters outside the door.
And about five meters away from them, stood a monk.
A monk who looks very delicate, as white as a scholar.
He is called Blossom.
The world representative of the Hanging Temple.
One of the strongest young practitioners in the world.
He stood there with a smile on his face.
It feels like a Buddha statue.
Holy, sacred, and inviolable.
Not long ago, Huahua also fought Ling Zhaoyan, but the two sides drew a tie that time.
But the blooming at this moment is very different from that time.
Ling Zhaoyan couldn't tell the specific difference, but he felt a lot more dangerous.
It seemed that it wasn't blooming that I encountered at that time.
This is the main body in front of you.
Zhou Fei also felt danger.
This danger is clearer and more terrifying than when Yan Hui took out the rotating mirror.
He held the Xueyin Knife tightly.
Just when he was about to make a knife, the thought of flowering moved.
In the entire Xuankong Temple, thirty-six ancient bells rang at the same time.
The bell rang and the hurricane started.
Zhou Fei was encumbered by the wind and flew up. Although he immediately displayed his body skills to land, he couldn't stand up to the wind that was so awe-inspiring. He floated in the air with five breaths. Kung Fu stopped and hit the floor heavily.
Zhou Fei struggled for a long time before standing up slowly. His expression was extremely painful, and the blood on the corners of his mouth couldn't be wiped clean. He panted heavily, his eyes locked on the blossoming monk.
He can be said to be the strongest combat power of the Xuankong Temple, not to mention that this place is still his territory. Under the blessing of Buddha nature, he has the strength to fight any master, even the master.
Most people give up in all likelihood when faced with such a situation.
Zhou Fei will not give up.
The word was not dropped in his dictionary.
There is only one way to make him give up
, That is to kill him.
Zhou Fei didn't want to die, he wanted to live, and he must live too.
Only by living can there be hope, and only by living can we continue to enjoy the world.
No one can easily take his life away.
Lao Tzu is also not good.
Flowering is even worse.
He lowered his waist, bent his knees, and slashed out.
This knife is very slow, like a snail.
This knife is fast, as fast as time.
The blossom slightly frowned, and a touch of approval flashed across his eyes.
Zhou Fei can be regarded as a swordsman for being able to make such a knife.
The entire Great Wilderness couldn't find a few people who were more refined than him in terms of knife skills.
However, it is not enough.
Flowering hands together, head hanging slightly, and a syllable: "Mi."
With the appearance of this syllable, the ancient bell made a uniform sound again.
Thunder and wind, sacred and solemn.
The entire Xuankong Temple is shrouded in a holy atmosphere.
A ray of light from the Buddha even burst from the fingertips of the Buddha statue and directly hit this small courtyard.
The rotating mirror inside the room felt the Buddha's light outside, and it flew out by itself and merged into the Buddha's light.
Then, Zhou Fei's knife was blocked.
To be precise, it was dissolved by the Buddha's light.
Zhou Fei's knife cut off Yanhui's arm first, then abolished Yi Tong, and now it was directly dissolved by the Buddha's light.
The Buddha light released by the rotating mirror before did not have such an effect.
Obviously, everything is blooming.
The problem is with those bells.
Because of the bells, the nature of the Buddha's light has changed.
For ordinary people, facing this situation is likely to be particularly frustrated.
But Zhou Fei did not.
He swung a second knife.
He is looking for flaws.
It is impossible for any cultivation technique to be without flaws, and blossoms cannot be truly invincible.
There must be weaknesses.
The result is that the knife is still dissolved.
But compared to the last knife, the dissolution speed is a bit slower.
Zhou Fei thought that he had found a flaw.
So he didn't hesitate to shoot again.
This time, the sword's momentum became even more violent, and even cut the Buddha's light apart.
There was finally a slight change in the blooming face.
He pronounced the second syllable.
"Well!"
The Buddha light built a mountain in front of him.
The knife slashed on the mountain.
One corner was chopped.
(End of this chapter)